Just before the plan began, Haru asked Kiba to make him a sword, once he saw the guy craft a sword out of midair. He explained it was thanks to his Sacred Gear, but because he was short on time, he left it at that and gave the redhead pervert a simple longsword of European design. It was fairly light in his hand.
"Will you be okay, Haru?" Tamamo asked worriedly. "I mean, I can always—"
"Tama-chan, for the last time, I'm okay." Haru stressed, forcing a smile to his face. It hurt his chest to make her worry like this, it really did. Once this was all over, he was going to make sure he made it up to her. Maybe a home-cooked meal? Nah, too half-assed. Maybe a gift. "Just… make sure to watch my back if things get too out of hand, okay?"
"If..." Tamamo bit her lip. "If you're sure." She really didn't like this. Haru had asked her to let him handle Freed if they came across him, but she couldn't help but feel worried. It was a wife's job. Especially when she had failed him the first time. She didn't quite understand how he managed to craft himself another body and return to life, but the fact remains that she let him die. She could have easily mopped the floor with those exorcists and saved him, but this went and happened! if only she had been faster!
Dammit all to hell, she was a useless wife!
And to make matters even worse, she couldn't even prevent Asia from being kidnapped afterwards! She was so distraught with her husband's death that she didn't even notice them take her away until it was too late.
She was at her strongest for Pete's sake. She could have prevented this easily.
Realizing she was sad, Haru sighed and rubbed the back of his head before he walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into a hug.
"M-Mikou?!" Immediately, Tamamo's ears and tails perked up.
"It's okay, Tamamo-chan. Don't be sad. I'm still here, aren't I?" he told her, smiling softly. "And we'll get Asia back. So cheer up, will ya? If you don't, well... I can guess we can skip the honeymoon."
"What?! No! I'm not sad anymore! I'm better now!" As Tamamo broke away, suddenly energized, Haru grinned. It was pretty easy to cheer her up. Still, a honeymoon did sound good. Maybe they should go on one. They were supposed to be married.
Wait, did that mean he'd have to buy a ring? Crap.
That was a thought for another time, though. Right now, he had a blonde Sister to save.
"Wait, so we don't need this chick's Sacred Gear?" Freed asked, talking with his superior over the phone. "Not to question you, boss man, but can I ask why? Don't get me wrong, I'm happy I get to kill a skank and take something valuable from her, but what's the whole point of doing this if ya don't know this Twilight Healing thingamajig?"
"It is because it is unnecessary in the long run. The extraction of Twilight Healing was part of Raynare's agenda to gain more power for her own use. I require no such thing."
Freed chuckled. "Fat load of good it did her. Still kinda bumbed I couldn't fuck her when I had the chance. Still, least I got to see her wings get ripped off! Fuck, that was awesome. God I wish I could fuck that goddess chick. Hey, would that be okay?"
"Dear Freed, don't get ahead of yourself." his boss scoffed in amusement. "Whether or not she is truly the Avatar of that detestable Shinto Sun Goddess is not important, but her power. I imagine she'd kill you the second you showed your face. Speaking of that wench, did you deal with the boy?"
"Gave him one hell of a headshot!" Freed answered happily. "Let me tell you, it was so fucking satisfying, seeing the horrified look on those bitches faces. Wish I could've fucked the chick in the glasses before we left. Eh, maybe when I tie up any loose ends."
"Your vulgarity never ceases to amuse me. I'm half tempted to think you weren't a part of the experiment that cloned Siegfried." the man remarked, making Freed frown. He didn't quite like to be reminded about that fact. Bad enough his "sister" liked to remind him about that. Still, he wasn't about to tell the boss to fuck off like he did everyone else. He liked living, thank you. "Just make sure to cause enough chaos to gather the attention of the other factions, Freed. I want everyone to know that this so-called peace of theirs is as fragile as glass!"
The psychopath laughed. "Got it!" The call ended and he tossed the phone aside, uncaring of the fact that it was worth thousands. "Alright, you cockbites! Get the ceremony started! We're gonna grab that Sacred Gear outta that nun and sell it to whoever wants it the most! Any Shitty Devils that come by, chop 'em to pieces! Understand?!"
"Yeah!" Came the collective cry of his fellow exiled exorcists. They all knew that they were going to die eventually. Might as well perish in the heat of battle like they always dreamed of. After all, their bloodlust was a major reason why so many of them were excommunicated.
That being said, none held a candle to Freed's insanity.
The exorcists dispersed, some choosing to guard the church while others made sure the ritual was done properly. Freed was among the former, mostly because he was hoping some idiot was stupid enough to try and charge in here. Maybe the Devils. God, he wanted to kill something.
Unfortunately, he never expected to find what he was about to see in a few short minutes, as the Devil's siege finally began in grand fashion. Rias had destroyed the front entrance with a grandiose blast of her Power of Destruction, shortly followed by Akeno letting loose with the thunder bolts and Kiba charging in, swords drawn.
In mere seconds, the number of enemy combatants vastly dwindled. Smoke plowed into the church. Fire was starting to swallow the interior. Honestly speaking, Freed was enjoying every second of it. Unlike his compatriots, who were either screaming for their lives or throwing their lives away by trying to fight the Devils, he just stood and watched the carnage unfold.
Aaaah. Shit. He was getting hard. Damn, what a sight. Why couldn't every day be like this?!
Then his mood was ruined when he saw Lint among the group. His boner died down and a frown marred his features. "What the actual shit's this?" he growled as Lint approached, sword in hand. "Didn't you die?"
"Nearly." Lint admitted. "However, Tamamo-no-Mae spared me. I've already told them everything. And before you ask, yes. I've thrown my lot in with the Devils. Before you is the newest member of Rias Gremory's peerage."
"Tch. So you sold your humanity to be a Devil bitch's servant. It hurts you know… having my own sister betray me like this." Freed frowned without any form of insanity, but mild regret. "I'm going to have to kill you now, you know that."
"Sadly for you, I won't die just yet." Lint replied calmly, not at all disturbed by such implications. "However, I won't be your opponent. Someone has a score to settle with you, brother dearest."
"Eh? What do ya-"
キル キル キル キル キル キル キル キル キル
A wave of killing intent overwhelmed him. Immediately, Freed turned around and blocked a sword from coming down on him. He only got a good look at his attacker before a knee was suddenly rammed into his stomach, causing him to cough up spit. He quickly jumped away when he felt a sword coming for him, letting it hit only air. When he looked up, his eyes widened.
"Whoa hey hey hey!" he cried in shock. "What the shit?! How the fuck are you even alive?! I fucking shot you in the head!"
"Don't know." Namikaze Haru snarled, a murderous look in his eyes as his blood boiled. For a moment, it seemed as if his eyes glowed crimson red. "Don't care. Now shut up and give me your head on a silver platter, you shitty priest!"
"My head? You gotta be fucking with me! The only one here losing their head is going to be you!" He charged forth and swung his sword to decapitate him.
Haru ducked and fought back, kicking Freed away and jumping into the air, attempting to cut him down from above. Freed stepped aside and let him hit the air, but Haru refused to back down and swung again. Freed deflected the attack, but the power behind it caused him to stumble back a bit. This allowed the redhead to ram his sword against his, causing sparks to fly between the two of them, each struggling to push the other back so they could kill the other.
They peeled away from each other. Then Freed, with a cry, leaped forward, intending to run Haru through on his light sword. Haru tried to dodge, but the blade caught him on his side, creating a deep gash. "Ghrgh!" he cursed. It hurt. It felt like his skin had just been cut open with a red-hot branding iron! "Shit!"
"Burns like a motherfucker, don't it?" Freed sneered. "Now hold still, ya little—!" Tired of listening to his filthy mouth, Haru promptly headbutted Freed, causing him to stop mid-sentence and, in the process, bite his own tongue, causing him to scream before Haru swung his sword again. Freed fumbled in his parry, still reeling and stepped away, clutching his mouth. "Yhou fhuhka! Tha whaz ma taghaue!"
"Just shut up and die!" Filled with fury, Haru charged in again and swung. Freed quickly parried it, but failed to notice the roundhouse kick coming at him from the side.
"Oof!"
Freed stumbled back, still clutching his mouth. He could taste the blood flooding in from the freshly-made cuts from his own teeth. Normally, he'd relish the taste, but right now he was seriously confused and angry.
Since when do shmucks he shoots come back from the dead?! The hell were those supposed Gods of death doing?! The boss was so not going to like this. And if there was anything Freed was terrified of, it was dealing with the boss when he was pissed.
Hopefully the brat stays dead this time!
Haru rushed and swung his sword, intending on chopping off Freed's arm. Freed blocked it with ease, guiding the blade so Haru's would hit the ground before he kicked him in the side, knocking him to the ground. Haru winced, feeling his shoulder smash harshly against the concrete before his eyes widened and quickly rolled to the side, avoiding being stabbed through the chest. Getting up to his feet, he found himself slightly winded, clutching his side.
Dammit! This wound hurts like hell! he cursed. I feel like my ribs are on fire! I gotta make sure I don't get hit by that thing!
If he got hit by that sword even once, he would imagine it would hurt like a bitch and render him useless for several seconds at the very least.
C'mon, it was a fucking light saber!
Need to make him get rid of it. But how?
The answer was simple in his mind. He just needed to cut the bastard's arm off. But how? Freed was a more skilled swordsman than he was. Plus, he was pretty sure he still had his gun on him. While he only had a sword and barely any skill or experience in using one. It was a miracle that he was even able to keep up till now.
If he was going to win, he'd need a miracle.
Or do something really, really stupid.
Oooh, this is gonna hurt. Man, Tamamo was going to be pissed. For Asia, though, he'd make the sacrifice. It was worth getting that girl angry at him.
"What's the matter, asshole?" Haru mocked, trying to goad him. "Feeling tired? I mean, I bet you do. Considering all that gray hair."
"Hey! My hair is white you dumbass!" Freed snapped back.
"Really? Wow, you must be really stressed. I'm surprised you haven't lost most of your hair yet!"
Freed growled and then promptly lunged at Haru. He didn't move. Instead, he let the blade pierce straight into his gut, making him scream out in agony. "The hell?! You got a death wish?! Not that I'm complaining!" Freed exclaimed.
But he was confused. Why did this idiot take the hit instead of dodging and staying alive?
He got his answer immediately after.
Haru's hand lashed out and held Freed's wrist in a vice grip. He then swung his sword with his free hand and cut Freed's arm off, cutting through flesh and bone. A hefty splatter of blood spilled across Haru's face, some of it landing in his mouth, creating a bitter and foul taste. Freed screamed as he pulled away, clutching the stump that used to be his arm.
"SON OF A BITCH!" the psychopath howled. "YOU FUCKING SON OF A BITCH! I'LL KILL YOU! I'LL FUCKING—!"
"JUST SHUT UP AND DIE!"
Freed didn't understand what had happened. Not until he saw a silver flash, and then another splash of blood. The last thing he saw was the pained face of Namikaze Haru, smirking in spite of the fact that it felt like his whole stomach was on fire. "Payback's a bitch!" he jeered as Freed's head unceremoniously fell to the floor with a sickening "plop", blood continuing to gush before the body fell into a lifeless heap. With his killer now dead, Haru grabbed hold of the light blade and, with an agonized yell, he pulled it out of his stomach. "Fuck..."
Suddenly, all the strength in his body vanished. He collapsed on the floor, propped on a half-broke statue of the Virgin Mary. He only gave the blade a quick glance before he tossed it aside.
Weird… Haru thought strangely as his vision started to flicker in and out. Normally, when this happens, you should be freaking out over the fact that you just killed someone, even if they did deserve it ten times over. Somehow, though, I feel… better. No. Accomplished?
Still, this was going to suck. When Tamamo sees him like this, she'll flip out. He really wasn't looking forward to that. He hated making a girl like her cry. Especially since she was someone who was willing to overlook his perverted tendencies.
My stomach feels like it's on fire. Haru idly noted, the pain now feeling rather dull. Am I...going to die again? The idea scared him. What if he didn't come back this time? What if he died for real? What if-what if...
What if Tamamo had to see him like this again?
That thought, and the image of her standing over his newly made corpse, made his chest tighten.
No... No way in hell. The redhead struggled to move. He grabbed hold of a piece of the half-broken statue, trying to rise to his feet. I am not… going to die like this, god dammit! His body faltered for a moment. He nearly collapsed on his legs, but he remained standing. C'mon, you stupid body! Move! Move!
His vision flickered again. When he tried to take a step forward, his mind was filled with a haze and suddenly collapsed right then and there, not knowing that his eyes were glowing blue.
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