Sakura Kiss

Part V

“Have you contacted Touya and Hiromi about what happened?” Ootori whispered, ignoring Atobe’s presence altogether as if he did not exist. The said Hyoutei buchou twitches at the two, sighing at their antics but did not say anything for another couple of seconds.

“Are you listening to ore-sama?” he almost yelled, making the three agents look at him in response. Jirou and Ootori raise a delicate eyebrow at the sudden outburst while looks at him with a smile displayed on her expression.

“Keigo, I know you’re confused about what’s going on but all will be revealed in due time,” was all said to him gently. Atobe’s eyes widened slightly at her response, not because of what she said, but because she called him by his first name.

“No, I only contacted the Element members,” he answered with a shrug, and continues, “We don’t need to bother those two with trivial matters,” as Ootori nods in agreement.

“Okay then,” Ootori said with a cold smile on his expression startling his teammates, “Let’s get started,” he loosens his tie.

“Huh? What do you mean, Choutarou?” Mukahi asked, confused by his statement, while Jirou takes off his tie altogether. The two agents glance at each other, nodding slightly in understanding as the others look at the two puzzled and wondering what the two are talking about.

“The party has already begun and our guests of honor still haven't yet arrived,” Jirou taunted cockily with his hands in his pocket. looks back and forth from Ootori and Jirou, surprised by their sudden personality change.

“It’s called being fashionably late,” a new voice said, its tone held menace and coldness that just hearing the tone sent shivers. However, unlike the Regulars, Ootori and Jirou remained ineffective from the malevolence tone.

“Fashionably late?” the youngest member in the team said spitefully, “Spare me the details and let’s dance,” he laughs at his adversary then once he stopped, a cold ruthless smile displayed on his face. The Hyoutei Regulars look at him with eyes widening, unable to say anything as the enemy glared at him.

“Sorry we’re late~” a familiar voices interrupted before slamming the door open. Everyone’s gaze shifted towards three young men standing by the doorway, each dressed in different outfits. One dressed in Seigaku uniform, another in Rikkai Dai uniform, and the third person in a light blue T-shirt with black trench coat, black slacks and black combat boots.

“Yuki, take Mademoiselle to safety,” instructed Jirou, smirking at ’s scowling expression, while the third new member walks over to her and extends his hand.

“ -chan,” he said softly as she reluctantly accepts his outstretched hand, then he stated to the other Elements, “Eliminate him,” Simple words, yet strong enough to make the enemy quake in fear and for the agents to have strong front.

“And you six get out of here,” Yuki continued seriously, glaring at Atobe’s defiant stare and added harshly, “If you want to live to see tomorrow, then you will follow my command. -chan, let’s go,” as he said the last phrase more calmly. The Hyoutei Regulars glanced at each other, silently, debating and glancing back to where Jirou, Ootori, and two new members are facing their foe. Sighing in defeat, Atobe gestured to his teammates to follow him – meaning to leave the area.

“Alright buddy, how would you like to die?” questioned Jirou with a sadistic grin, and added, “Slowly and painfully or quickly and painfully? Either way, you’re going to die,” taking out his steel garrote device from his pocket. This was the last phrase the Regulars, and Yuki heard as they walked down the stairs; however, the mere coldness from the volley’s specialist’s tone sent shivers of fear down the Regulars’ spines.

“When…how…why?” Mukahi muttered, shaking his head, while trying to fight off shivering in fear. Neither nor Yuki gave them any explanation as the two led them out of the premises. As soon as the group arrived outside, they noticed a group of Seigaku and Rikkai Dai Regulars running towards them.

“Ahn~ Seigaku, Rikkai Dai, what are you doing here?” the Hyoutei tennis buchou asked with a smirk. Ryoma looks at the person standing next to with widened eyes.

“What are you doing here?” Ryoma finally asked with an eyebrow raised, finally breaking the silence as he eyed the outfit in confusion, but did not say anything. Everyone glanced at Yuki, then back at Ryoma, looking back and forth between the two as they wondered how Ryoma knew him.

“I don’t have time to deal with you,” Yuki snarled, glaring at them, then continues gently to the girl standing next to him, “Come on, we've got to leave,” and just as he had said that, the nature complied to his statement. The wind howled in the silent campus, indicating that one of the Element members is using his special abilities. The sky slowly begins to darken, afternoon sunlight eclipsed behind the gray clouds, and low rumbling sounds echoed to the earth as if the heaven is angry at the mortals. After a couple of seconds, the low rumbling sound snapped into a loud thunder clap, just seconds prior to lightning zapping towards the rooftop. A stunned silence followed closely after the lightning display, which was immediately shattered by an ear-piercing scream, making everyone cover his or her ears. Silence blanketed over the area once again, save for the running footsteps towards the group and everyone looked at the oncoming people in shock and surprise.

“Eiji…?” questioned most of the Seigaku Regulars, looking at the said acrobatic player in confusion. However, instead of seeing a cheerful front, the person standing in front of them wore a blank expression with his dark sapphire eyes reflecting coldness.

“Niou?” muttered Marui while looking at his teammate, but he immediately looked away, startled by iciness hues. The Regulars stared at the four in confusion as to why they look so cold and emotionless, while some are wondering about the earlier lightning.

‘What are we going to do?’ was the first thought that ran through the agents’ mind, slightly sweat dropping. They were not expecting to be caught doing their job this early, but circumstances happened and it was only a matter of time before they discover their secrets.

~~~

 ‘What are they doing here?’ I wondered as I slightly narrowed my eyes, trying to wonder what to do now that we are found out. We exchanged small glances amongst each other, trying to calculate what to do, but the only solution is that we tell them about our occupation. However by telling them, we are risking their lives and that cannot happen, especially with our enemy rampaging.

“Yuki,” stated the Seigaku’s acrobatic player seriously, ignoring his teammates’ presence and continues, “What are we going to do?” I let out a sigh. I’m not sure what I should do either. This is something that I hope to not encounter yet, but this is unavoidable.

“We do not do anything,” I answered calmly. Well, as calmly as I can make them think anyways, because I do not know what to do. Until gets the hang of being the leader, I am their leader… well, that’s what Nadeshiko-sama and Kouji-sama told me.

~~~

 “This is neither the time nor the place to talk about this,” said Niou coolly, glancing at his teammates briefly before looking back at the agents. The Regulars looked at them speechless, wondering when they had personality changes.

“You’re right,” Ootori nodded in agreement then stated, “They’re getting ready for round two. Let’s finish them off,” he takes out a sword handle from his pocket. He pressed a button near the bottom of the handle, unleashing a silver metallic blade from within the handle.

“Choutarou!” Shishido gaped, noticing the sword but the young agent did not say anything in response. Jirou follows his partner’s example, taking out his own weapon – a device containing steel garrote – right hand holding on the tip of the garrote while the other holding its device.

‘Wow, everyone is a pro at what they do,” gaped inwardly, looking at the agents in amazement, ‘They didn’t slip a mistake or give the enemy a chance to counterattack. And most of all, they already know how to retaliate before knowing the other’s movement,’

“Looks like the late guests have arrived,” stated Ootori casually, twirling his sword nonchalantly as if the whole situation is mere child’s play, then he added to the Regulars, “Don’t move or you’ll be dead,” instead, he received many confused expressions.

“It would be sad and pathetic if everyone found out that you got killed for not heeding our warning,” Jirou said indifferently, resulting the Regulars to look at him with widened eyes. Some are even frozen while others just paled in fear; that was not something they had expected from a cheerful, yet hyper-active volley specialist. 

“Timing is the key factor,” Yuki said calculatingly, knowing what she is thinking from her expression and he continues, “You’ll get the hang of it as time goes by,” nods in understanding.

“Those of you with weak stomach don’t listen and close your eyes,” instructed Ootori to the Regulars, then gave a small nod to the older member of the group. Yuki turns her around so that she is facing him, then covers her ears from oncoming sounds.

“What’s going on, Yuki?” asked in confusion about his actions. She cannot see what is going on behind her nor can she hear what is happening.

“It’s nothing you need to worry about,” he answered softly, nodding to his team. Eiji takes out a black sword handle and whips it down his side, releasing the silvery blade from within the handle. Niou smirks at his partner’s action, while taking out his sword handle and flipping it in the air as if it’s a coin. The dark blue handle flips numerous times in the air before the silvery blade unleashes from within and its owner catches it in his hand as if he had done it many times.

“So cool,” Marui mumbled, watching his teammate. Eiji unbuttons a couple of buttons from his shirt while Niou unties his tie and tosses it aside.

“The party has begun,” announced Ootori with a smirk, stopping and twirling his sword as his eyes harden, reflecting merciless hues. As if in unsaid timing and sync, the four leap from their spot and the next moment is a blur as the Regulars cannot see anything, but four blurs.

“They’re so fast,” mumbled Ryoma, rubbing his eyes. Even with his supervision to see fast moving objects, their speed are so rapid that he only saw blurs.

~~~

“Jirou, finish it,” said Niou’s voice a few minutes later, reappearing in front of the Regulars with his sword covered in blood. Everyone’s gaze shifts towards the said person, who is holding his garrote with his hands in ‘X’ shape. The demon behind him is wrapped tightly in steel garrote while Jirou is kneeling in front of the demon with his back facing it and his hands holding onto his weapon.

“Any last words?” he smirked, pulling the garrote closer to him, and continues icily, “Not that I care about it,” he pulls the weapon down towards him. The garrote easily cuts through the demon, as if it’s cutting butter with a sharp knife, and the hideous demon lets out an ear-piercing scream as it's last dying word.

“Game set and match,” said Eiji with a grin, holding his blood sword but there were no injuries or blood stains on him. Yuki releases his hold on , who lets out a sigh and turns around to face the agents, but instead, she found a bloody battlefield. The freshly dead corpses made almost everyone nauseates, not just from their appearances, but from the stomach churning smell as well.

“Get rid of the evidence,” said Niou, nodding to Yuki, who just smirks in response. He glances toward the battlefield for a brief second and the dead corpses disintegrate into white powders, then disappears.

“What’s going on?” asked Atobe, finally breaking the silence, while the agents put away their swords, and then he added, “Explain!”

~~~

Yuki

Edited by Anon