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Here's the new Chapter. I had to rewrite the ending. I still think it didn't come out great.

 

 

 

[spoiler=Chapter 2]

 

 

Y.C.Manga - Episode 2: Psycho versus Psycho?! A deadly encounter!

 

 

 

Sunlight filtered through the thin blinds of Rose's room, landing softly against her bed spread. Unlike any normal day, however, Rose was not in her bed, waiting to be awoken by the sun's peaceful rays. She was already up and about, sitting at her computer, fingers drumming away nonstop, frantically. How could this have happened?!

 

About 2 hours prior, at the ghastly hour of 4 a.m., she had been stirred from her dreams by a call from one of her officers - and said officer promptly reported to her that the Tower of Artistic Design had been infiltrated. Every Tower in the Kingdom had its own unique information to protect, magics woven into the walls, artifacts tucked safely away. The surplus of magical items, spells, and information hidden away throughout the Card-Maker Kingdom was part of the reason it was so very powerful. And the absolute prime directive of all Administrators in the Kingdom was to guard the information, items, and magics that rested in the Tower they ruled.

 

Rose was one of three Administrators who was in charge of the Artistic Design Tower, a Tower where mages came to express opinions on art, as well as to place their own creations on exhibit. She was also the only Administrator in charge of the Animation Tower, a Tower in the Entertainment District. And apparently, while she, Hioco, and Haptism, her fellow Art Admins, were sleeping, the Tower had been infiltrated by an unknown entity and had had one of its precious artifacts stolen.

 

The Guards didn't know which one it was yet - the room protecting the Safe Room required extensive security measures to get into. As such, the guards had yet to actually get into the room and see what had been taken. They only something had due to the alarm. This was the reason why Rose now sat at her personal computer, entering in all the appropriate passwords and answering the right questions, so as to remotely unlock the Safe and allow the Guards entry. As soon as she finished, she would be making her way over to the Tower herself.

 

 

-

 

 

One thing was gnawing especially on Rose's mind as she made her way down the halls of the Administrative Tower, having finished her job in her room. Considering all the precautions and safety measure she and her guards had to take just to open the Door to the Safe, how was it that a thief had gotten in, taken something, and then gotten out without anyone seeing them, or without even having to make any visible signs of forced entry? It was a very worrisome thought. If someone could pull this off that easily, how on earth could they prevent another theft?

 

As she rounded the corner of this particular hallway, stepping through a Doorway just around the bend into the cool Morning air, she could see Blood, Glassberry, Icy, and Darth all making their way to the same location. Clearly, this was quite the serious matter. She made haste in catching up to the small group.

 

"Any word back yet?" Darth asked as she approached them.

 

"No." She responded. "I entered the passwords, but the last doors will still take about a minute to open. By the time we get there, they'll probably have just found what was stolen."

 

Blood looked especially aggravated this morning, possibly due to a combination of waking early and having this to deal with. "What I want to know is how this happened. I've already asked The Maker to call a hearing for you, Hioco, and Haptism. If you three couldn't prevent something like this, then you have no right to call yourselves Administrators."

 

Rose looked angry herself, now. "What? Excuse me, but our security is all but perfect. I have no idea how the breech occurred!"

 

"Of course you don't. If the security is "All-But-Perfect", that would lead me to suspect an inside job, after all." Blood quickly retorted. He then added, a bit thoughtfully "If it were my tower, it would never have happened."

 

Rose was about ready to attack her fellow Admin for his egotistical remarks.

 

"That's enough. We won't know anything until we investigate, Blood, so let's not start pointing fingers. If it could happen to one Administrator, it could have happened to anyone." Darth spoke in a soft but commanding voice.

 

Blood snorted. "Perhaps you've forgotten, but I have other means of looking into things."

 

"If your precognition was so great, why didn't you see this coming?" Icy snapped.

 

Blood rounded on him. "My precognition has gained us the upper hand in many different conflicts, in case you've forgotten that too, Joshy. Doubting my abilities because I failed to see one thing is-"

 

"And yet here you are calling Rose's competence into question, despite your own failure. If your failing to see anything beforehand is such a one-time thing, why is it that you can't go easier on her? This a first-thing for her, too, as well as all of us."

 

Blood was prepared to retort, but a clearing of the throat from Darth gained his attention. "We're here. Come on."

 

Without another word, the Admins all entered into the Tower, which was now swarming with Guards all over (clearly trying to locate clues). The Doors to the Safe were now open wide, and several individuals stood inside, taking inventory of the Artifacts stored there.

 

Rose approached them first, as they were her men. "Have you found what's missing?"

 

One of them turned to her. "Unfortunately, we think so. Most of the Artifacts in this Tower are relatively harmless, even in wrong hands. The thief took the one that was actually dangerous."

 

Rose sighed, rubbing her temples with her thumbs. "Of course he did. Which item?"

 

"The Cryomancer's Core. Small, ancient meteorite. Discovered May 15th, 1999. Noted to react powerfully with individuals possessing Cryocentric powers, as well as those whose powers reacted with Creationism. At its weakest, it is capable of freezing a human being solid near instantaneously. At its strongest, it could cover an entire city block in Ice, and bring about unnatural winters."

 

Rose groaned. There's no way the thief would have just stolen something at random. They obviously knew what they were doing if they were went after something as dangerous as that. "We can narrow the suspect list, then, down to individuals within the Kingdom who possess Cryocentric powers, right?"

 

"I don't think so." Glass spoke up, examining the empty pedestal where the Item would have been located. "Just because it isn't any use to someone without those powers doesn't mean it couldn't have been stolen by someone without those powers."

 

"Still, checking with the Cryomancers is a good start." Icy remarked. Already the walls were beginning to shift and bubble, very subtly (something one only really noticed if they were aware of it), as Icy's magic began to probe the area.

 

"Getting anything?" Darth asked, hopefully.

 

"No." Icy responded as the walls went back to normal. "My detection didn't find any signs of forced entry, magical entry, or even leftover residue from a possible portal." He sounded a tad mystified. "How did they manage to get in?"

 

"What about Telekinetic Transportation? As unlikely as it is, if someone knew exactly where that specific item was, and how to get to it, they could remotely teleport it out of the Safe with that power, right?" Glass asked.

 

Darth nodded. "True, but the problem with that is that no one in the Kingdom currently possesses that power. The only two we have on record no longer live here, and the Kingdom is protected by all magics from the Outside. Even if they returned into the Kingdom just so that they could steal it, they would have had to gain admission from the Guards, who would have notified me, Pizza, Crab, and The Maker that we had visitors."

 

Glass huffed. "Every theory we come up with gets shot down."

 

"How can we help it? this is completely bizarre. An item just up and vanishes, and there is absolutely zero detection regarding how it could have happened." Rose replied, exasperated.

 

"Like a bunch of headless chickens. Running around frantically, so blind to the obvious answer." Came the enigmatic voice of....something.

 

The Admins all turned to see a figure covered from Neck to foot in a long, black cloak. All around its body were spiked rings, straps, belts, and spikes. Covering its entire head was a silver, metallic mask which exposed only one eye of the face beneath. Although, one couldn't be too sure, as the eye was all one could see; no skin, no eyelid, no lashes, nothing other than an eye on the left side of the mask. Was there even a face beneath it? Who knew.

 

"I know you." Blood said, seeing the thing standing before them. "You're Nagato. You're one of the assassins-for-hire that lives in this Kingdom."

 

Darth stepped forward, eyes narrowed. "Yes. He's a lawbreaker. You aren't too intelligent to show yourself in broad daylight in front of enforcers of the law."

 

Nagato stared blankly back before cocking its head to the left, going so extreme as to have its head now at a complete right angle from its neck. "Aren't I? I wouldn't be surprised if you weren't aware of this, but I was hired by one of your own. I'm sure my client would be upset to hear that you had put me behind bars. Especially when I have information regarding this case." its raspy, machine-like and yet human-like voice came back, sounding both male and female at the same time.

 

"What the hell are you talking about, freak?" Glass asked, looking a little....frightened of the thing that now turned its eye upon him, staring blankly into him. Almost like it was looking through him.

 

"Why don't you ask amongst yourselves? Perhaps your Precious Maker?"

 

That took them aback for a moment. Rose spoke up then. "You said you had information?"

 

"Confidential, of course." Nagato replied, placing its head back in the normal position. "For me and my employer, exclusively."

 

"Then why did you bother showing up here at all?" She asked.

 

"I simply wanted to ascertain how well your investigation was progressing. Clearly, not well at all. In any case, I should be off then." it replied, turning its eye upon each of them in turn before turning back out through the door it came in from.

 

"The Maker?" Darth asked, mostly himself. "Why would he hire someone like that?"

 

"I aim to find out." Blood responded. "Conveniently, The Maker cannot be reached at present. Apparently, he's off in his own little world again. But I'll look into this." Blood then closed both his eyes and placed his hands up near his head, his body beginning to glow a pale yellow color.

 

In a few moments, he was back to normal, and looking at his fellow Admins. "I couldn't find anything specific, but images did indicate that Nagato has some sort of involvement with The Maker."

 

Darth's brows furrowed at this. "I'll have to talk to Pizza about this. Rose, have your Guards lock down this Safe again. Take any measures you see fit to up your defenses, as well."

 

She nodded. "Yes sir."

 

"Icy, you-" he was interrupted as the sound of a phone filled the air. Rather, two phones.

 

Icy and Blood both looked down to the phones at their wastes and hastily answered. There was a moment of silence before a deep sigh came from Icy, and a cry of "What!?" from Blood.

 

Icy looked to Darth. "It seems the Card Creation Tower has been robbed."

 

The words hit the air heavily. Rose couldn't help but smirk. "What were you saying earlier, Blood? You know, the whole "If it were my tower" business?"

 

Blood turned a murderous glare at her, shutting off his phone and racing out of stifling Safe at a breakneck pace. Nagato... what is going on?!

 

 

-

 

 

Nagato stood atop a tall pillar in the General District's Main Square, pondering. Another theft? That's more bold of you than I had anticipated. And in broad daylight, as well. That's two of us acting out in the open then. That fool Blood thinks he has this situation under wraps, but has barely even scraped the surface.

 

As if on cue, the communicator in its helmet rang.

 

"Nagato!" came Blood's heated voice.

 

"Speaking." was the reply.

 

"What's going on? What did you find out!?"

 

"Patience, my dear Client. All in good time. If I told you now what I knew, you would simply rush in blindly to try and deal with it. Not even your ESP would save you then. Don't make the mistake of thinking you're the one in complete control. You only provide the reward - it is I doing the work. You wouldn't want me spilling the beans to your compatriots, telling them it was you who hired me, now would you?"

 

"You underhanded little...!"

 

"One must learn never to trust someone fully. Aside from the promise of a reward, you have no sway over me. And at this point, even should you retract it, I've my eye on a better prize to compensate. I'll be hanging up now. You can call me when you've calmed down." And with that, the call was ended.

 

Nagato knew exactly what it would do. It would wait till nightfall. And then it would strike.

 

 

-

 

 

"Cheers to Rin! Our newest member!" Clair called out, raising a glass of -APPLE CIDER- into the air. The other members of the Organization all raised their glasses as well, welcoming Rin amid a chorus of "here here!"s.

 

Just the day prior, having spoken with Rin after his triumph of Silencer, Clair had managed to get Rin interested enough in her cause to grow curious. One day of light conversation later, and the entire plan had been divulged to him. And he was more than happy to be a part of it. Rin claimed that he liked the idea of changing things, and that Clair's plans were the ideal choice for change.

 

"Happy to be here." Rin announced cheerily, raising his own glass as well.

 

"Lar, a moment of your time, please." Aeon stated from the doorway to the next room over. "Oh, and welcome Rin. I'm happy to have such a powerful fighter on our side." he added with a smile and a nod.

 

"If you'll all excuse me, I've apparently got some important things to deal with." Clair stated jokingly as the Organization chuckled. "Everyone just party it up!"

 

"Yeah, cut loose." Roxas added, also heading toward Aeon.

 

The members all nodded, talking amongst themselves and simply hanging loose. They all knew that there was still planning to be done.

 

 

-

 

 

The next room over had a small audience consisting of Roxas, Aeon, Clair, Nexev, and Riku. Nexev sat at his computer, analyzing some substance or another as the three Leaders made their way in.

 

"Glad you could make it. I have some information to report on where we stand. I'm sure we all do."

 

Roxas nodded. "Go ahead then. Nexev, you start."

 

The scientist rose and turned to face his colleagues, clearing his throat. "Draco called in. He's ready to release his forces onto the Castle in a puny, pathetic attack whenever we're ready. The attack is intended to be weak, as it is just supposed to draw The Kingdom's attention. Once their attention is drawn between him as well as the Shinyblast war front, we can begin evacuating. Our movements should go unnoticed.

 

And on that note, in case you couldn't guess, Our Castle is Ready. Between me, Amethyst, and Riku, the Construction of the structure was rather simple. We just need to furnish it, a task I'm sure we can handle."

 

Clair's eyes narrowed and a smirk hit her features. "So quickly? That was fast. Hahahahaha, to think, we already have our own Kingdom."

 

Riku spoke next. "The next order of business is Davok. He's managed to obtain two of the Artifacts we need. Just one more should be enough to give us the Firepower we need to contend with The Maker and his forces."

 

"How sad." Clair remarked. "Their little Administrative Cards won't have any effect on members of another Kingdom."

 

"Which is exactly why we can gain the upper hand - element of Surprise." Riku added. "Once we're all settled into our new Home, we can launch our attack on The Card-Maker Kingdom. Thanks to Aeon, they won't even realize we ever left, and will still think us denizens of this place."

 

Nexev picked up the conversation. "They'll send out their Administrators with their Special Administrative Spell Cards, only to find they are useless. That will give us the edge."

 

"Where is Davok now?" Roxas asked.

 

"He's currently out trying to obtain the last artifact. He said he'd be back tonight."

 

Roxas nodded as he stepped over to Nexev's desk, looking at the two artifacts present there. "To think we have these right here, and yet we haven't even received a knock at the door."

 

"They're in turmoil." Aeon explained. "They're probably still formulating a list of suspects. Thanks to EZ's hypnotism, Rose and Icy are unlikely to suspect us for a while, and will probably act in our defense against the accusations Blood and his cronies are sure to make. They probably won't arrive for questioning till tomorrow, earliest."

 

"Don't you just love a well-thought-out plan?" Clair asked with a giggle. "And then there's the best part. Once we claim the element of surprise, Summa Crossroads will strike from the outside, using their full military force. We'll have them got in a tri-sided conflict they can't win."

 

Roxas smiled, surprisingly. "Yes. And then things here will fall, and we'll be the only ones left to claim command. Who else in The Kingdom would deny us? Not a soul. But of course, there's no reason to stop there."

 

Clair's smirk stayed on her lips as she listened. "You're right."

 

"After all, with control over our own Kingdom as well as this one, we'll possess overwhelming power. We could take down Summa Crossroads, too, and finish things with Shinyblast. We can become the world's only Superpower."

 

"That's awfully sneaky of you. I thought you didn't like deception?" Riku asked, sounding very amused.

 

"I don't. But come on - do you expect me to pass up an opportunity like this?"

 

"I'm rubbing off on yooouuu." Clair teased, ruffling Roxas' hair.

 

"Don't any of you want to hear my part in this?" Aeon asked, feigning hurt.

 

Clair looked to him. "Actually, yeah, you haven;t really elaborate don that."

 

Aeon put on a carefree look. "I've just been having Haris, Brushfire, and Frlf posing as Assassins for employ. Apparently, they were called by Blood last night, along with four other, real, assassins. They've been giving me inside information on the Administrative Tower, and have been helping me set up my wards. After all, if I'm to make it seem as though we never left the Kingdom, I'll need a few Spells woven into hard-to-reach places."

 

"Oh Zexy, how devious of you." Clair giggled out. "So, meeting adjourned?"

 

There was a group grunt of approval. Roxas spoke afterward. "If you'll all excuse me, there is something I'd like to see to myself." he offered no further explanation as he made for the exit.

 

They didn't question it as they dispersed, Clair heading up the Stairs to her balcony, Aeon on her heels.

 

 

-

 

 

The clock tolled, twelve times. It was Midnight. The moon was high in the sky, its light illuminating the Main Square in The General District, the reflections also casting illumination to the Clock Face of the Bell Tower.

 

It was the perfect type of night to spill some blood, Davok decided. He stood casually on top of the Square's Fountain, hands in the pockets of his black robes as he gazed about him. It didn't take long for him to spot who he was looking for.

 

"You're quite persistent." he expressed admirably, looking up the Bell Tower. A cloaked figure, wrapped in what looked like Bondage gear met his gaze with its own from atop the Clock.

 

"Persistence is one of my many strong suits." Nagato replied. "I must say, however, that you are quite difficult to follow. It's no small wonder you managed to completely dupe the Administrators with your thievery. I don't believe there's ever been a record of someone who could become completely Transparent. And I see you've managed to get a hold of another one."

 

"You mean this?" Davok asked mildly, tossing a small Red Stone up and down in the air.

 

"Yes, I mean that precisely. You do realize, of course, that our banter cannot last. I will have to take your life now."

 

Davok grinned. "You may certainly try."

 

Nagato's eye narrowed briefly before his cloak flew open very suddenly - but there was no body beneath it. Only row after row of various vivious-looking contraptions. From within this mass, two whirring saw blades were launched with devastating speed, homing in toward their target. Davok looked surprised for a moment, but made haste in calling for The Flames of Hades to his hand, forming those deadly fires into a large sword which he used to block the incoming assault. After a moment of struggle, a sweep of his arm sent the deadly discs flying off.

 

Nagato's eye took a look of surprise to it. "I see. So in addition to Transparency, you even have access to Pyroclasmic Fortification? You are a unique one."

 

Davok grinned maniacally at the comment. “You’ve only just begun to see what I can do.” He stated ominously, letting out a low whistle.

 

At that sound, the sky began to darken further, a purple, mist-like substance filling the air. The moon’s color began to change, becoming a deep crimson as its light now became eerie. All around Davok, the ground began to shift and bubble. The first claw burst out from the Cobble below, grasping at the air desperately, as it was quickly joined by another, and another, until the ground was erupting with hands and claws. Out of the ground, the dead began to lift themselves, their horrible, decayed faces gaping awfully, their eyes devoid of actual eyeballs (except in a few cases), some of them with fangs instead of teeth. The corpses weren’t even all human, by the look of it.

 

They were like something out of a nightmare. A nightmare you couldn’t ever wake up from. Nagato was even more surprised now than it had before. "A Necromancer, too?"

 

"That's right, my most unfortunate victim." his grin didn't leave him as he made a light flick of his wrist.

 

Immediately, the corpses were in action, leaping with inhuman ability up the walls of the Clock Tower, their horrifying screams and roars reverberating through the air. The attack was sudden, and before Nagato knew what was happening, they were upon it, bringing the thing back down to the ground, pulling on Nagato every which way.

 

They held it down, forcing a bowing posture out of it as one of the disgusting corpses leaned in closes, speaking to Nagato in Davok's voice. "How very disappointing. Granted, given my many viewpoints in battle, the most I can ever ask of my opponents to give me something of a challenge - but you couldn't even provide me with that. Accept your death now as penance."

 

Davok approached the stooped figure at a leisurely step, smiling. "I couldn't have said it better myself." And with that, he lifted his blazing sword high into the air, slashing down on Nagato. The thing's head went rolling across the ground. Davok sighed in discontentment at the absence of any blood, watching on as his corpses began tearing apart what was left of the body.

 

"Honestly, and here I had high hopes. But if that's all you were capable of, then I'm most disappointed."

 

"I believe that's my line."

 

Davok turned at a quick spin. Behind him, the severed head of Nagato now floated in the air, staring at him calmly. "Are you quite finished? Because if so, I'm the one who should be disappointed."

 

Through the eyes of his corpses, Davok could already see the other torn up pieces of Nagato's body rising up, slashing away at his corpses, slicing them to ribbons. The pieces then began to float back together, each clicking into place where it seemed to belong. The head floated over as well, settling itself back onto the shoulders. Nagato cracked his neck from the left to the right, working the kinks out of his reformation.

 

"So, there's some fight in you after all." Davok commented, mad enthusiasm returning to him.

 

Nagato's answer was a pair of giant claws which shot out from behind his cloak, grabbing at the remaining corpses and tearing them to pieces, their decayed entrails flailing about, staining the area around them. "My patience with you wears thin. Let us start this battle in earnest."

 

Davok decided it was time to pocket the Red Gem now, feeling that this battle might require the attention of both his hands. "Come then. Your emotions serve no purpose than to feed my battle lust. Your cries will decorate the air before the moon sets this evening - a beautiful euphoria. I look forward to hearing it."

 

"Poetic." Nagato replied dryly. "We shall see who triumphs whom."

 

 

-

 

 

Clair stared at the night sky with a dreamy look, staring at the Crimson Moon Davok had painted for her. "The color of blood." she thought, out loud.

 

Aeon nodded, looking up at the same moon. "Indeed. More specifically, the blood of our enemies."

 

"My thoughts exactly. We're going to have to show them, aren't we? They'll figure out the penalty for messing with me."

 

Aeon laughed, full and open. "As loathe as I am to get too sure of myself, I must say - I can already taste victory. The plan has too many precautions and fallbacks for it to fail."

 

Clair licked her lips, staring again at the Blood-Red Moon. "The taste of victory...Zexy, what do you think The Maker tastes like?"

 

Aeon smirked. "Perhaps you'll have to find out."

 

 

-

 

 

A group of guards charged down the alleyways, making great haste in trying to reach the General District Square.

 

"This way men! The magic energy is emanating from here! We can still catch the thief!" The Captain of the squad called, making a sharp left around a corner. He still couldn't believe it - another treasure, stolen! But this time, they were hot on the thief's trail.

 

The Captain pulled one more left before stopping in his tracks. A figure stood alone in the Alleyway he had turned into. He immediately went into defensive mode, the Guards behind him following suit. "Stand aside! Unless you want to be taken under arrest!"

 

Roxas looked up at the commander, giving him a blank look. "I'm sorry. I can't do that." he stated, as the look he gave to the Captain became more dead. One couldn't even see his pupils properly. He began to walk toward the man, slowly, casually. The Guards immediately readied their magic rifles, training the guns on Roxas as he approached. He drew closer, a pair of Swords appearing in his hands - one of them shining brightly, the other glowing darkly. "You see, it would be trouble for us if you reported back the things you would find in that square."

 

He stopped just 3 feet in front of the captain, who couldn't seem to bring himself to pull the trigger. "So the only reasonable course of action is to make sure you don't report back at all." he announced, staring the Captain in the eyes. "So, please die now."

 

Suddenly, the Captain didn't seem to have control. His arms were moving on their own. He screamed, grunted, tried to stop it. He fought hard against the strength of his own arms, but to no avail. He was now pointing the Gun at himself, horrified. "N-No!" but it was too late. The trigger was pulled, and the commander fell back, stock still in a pool of red.

 

"Captain!" the remaining guards all called out in unison.

 

Roxas stared at them next. "You can all join him." And he charged straight into the mass of them, swords flairing.

 

 

-

 

 

Darth sat quietly in his room, unable to understand how it was possible. He had gotten the call just moments ago. Another theft. He lowered his head into his palms, frustrated.

 

"What the hell is going on?"

 

 

-

 

 

Basking in the light of the red moon, two horrifying individuals stared each other down - one clasped a flaming weapon and possessed a maniac look in his eyes. The other was flanked by a pair of sickeningly deadly claws, its single visible eye appearing uninterested.

 

At once, the two attacked, beginning what would surely be the road to a Red Dawn.

 

 

 

TBC

 

 

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Lol.

No words to explain the pure win contained within this Fic.

You really did capture us all perfectly (the mods of course) and our relationships.

And naturally tweaked yourselves to match the persona's without much of a change.

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