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Kurosu Lourdes

"There is a throbbing in my head."

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a character in “Try Me”, as played by Stilts

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Kurosu Lourdes
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Nickname:
"Nick-names? Ah, you mean those annoying things they do with my name."

Kurosu isn't particularly fond of nicknames; the add-ons, the altering- he does not understand why they do that. Is it an attachment problem?

Gender:
"Male."

He is Male.

Age:
"My age is none of your concern. I am more than capable."

19.

Sexuality:
" . . . . . "

He dosen't discriminate.

Love Interest:
"Love is dangerous."

He's not telling.


Personality:
"Do you understand neurosis?"

Kurosu was one of the first "young recruits" to be chosen for the mission of bringing order to the city. He was praised for his strength, his level-headed counteractions, and most of all his unwavering loyalty to his cause.

"I promised I would not fail."

His poise in even the most hopeless of situations was unmatched by others his age; Cool, confident, composed.
That was why he was chosen; to keep the other's in line, grounded and focused. He was the perfect youth soldier.
That is... until the incident.

Kurosu is reserved, polite, but always a little intimidating. He speaks softly, but when he does most listen.
He has a complexing aura about him; both certain and unfaltering, yet there is a sense of instability that lies just beneath his impenetrable surface. He is intense and harsh, but will curb himself for those he values.


Power:
"Give me your hand."

If he so wishes, Kurosu has the ability to drain and proffer "life force"; or whatever it is within a person that keeps them alive.

To do this, he must be touching his bare flesh to theirs.
"Draining" a person grants him greater vitality, speed, and overall strength; but the amount depends on how much he has taken.
Draining a person also has another nasty side effect that Kurosu would rather not have revealed;
his little "problem" gets stronger as well- gnawing at the inside of his head like a caged beast, and threatening to break away from his control.
This is why Kurosu exhibits such immense self-restraint in a fight; he takes only what he deems necessary, leaving them dazed and sluggish, and the rest he takes care of with a crowbar.

"Don't let the monster out... I can't control it."

On the contrary, Kurosu can also chose to reverse his power- giving his life force (and only his: he cannot take from someone and give to another) to aid a person's fortitude.
This will leave him lethargic and slow, as well as unable to "take" until he gains back his normal levels of health.
Again, the duration of this period depends on how much he has given.
Imparting life gives Kurosu no bad side effects, other than a standard headache, in regards to his inner struggle.

Otherwise; it is perfectly safe to touch Kurosu -although he doesn't necessarily enjoy that- as he must consciously make the choice to either supply or reap constitution.



[note: "Well what if he has just fed?" Think of what he 'gained' as reduced to moot- it cancels into nothing, leaving him at his normal health, which he then subtracts from. Just making absolutely sure I am not god-modding.]



Goals:
"Order... There must be order."


"I was sent to infiltrate, search, and destroy. The plan was simple. Flawless. It would have worked... if only they had given us all of the information. If only."

It had only been a week since they had arrived. He was on a solo recon mission in the deeper parts of the city, his radio as his only lifeline.
It had been quiet for some time, before static suddenly blared out from the speaker. Kurosu knew what was coming next.
He was jumped. Attacked- manical, screaming, laughing children. So horrid in their corrupted innocence.

Kurosu fought them, as he was trained;
Never believe the enemy is like you, keep moving, protect your face... protect your face.
There were too many, they kept coming; scrawny undernourished spiders leaping from the shadows.
He had found a nest- they couldn't have been more than thirteen years, yet the rage in them was nothing weak.
Mad creatures... he almost pitted them. Almost.

The girl with the rusty blade was the one who took his eye.

The Pain. Fear. Hate.
Kurosu discovered then just what had begun to emerge in him. The composed fighter was no more; his world stained a beautiful red.
Red.
Running down his face, on his hands, in the children...
Their precious screams. He relished them.
Kurosu killed every last one- growing stronger with each bone he snapped, every skin he tore.

It was over.
He stood alone in their blood.
Their sweet, innocent blood.
Oh god, what had they done to deserve this fate?
Surely he couldn't have... H-how could this...
He could feel it taunting him, seducing him.

Kurosu caged this rage, the bloodlust, in the farthest reaches of his unconscious, promising with tears of blood he would never let it out again...

They did not question his eye; they did not know him well enough to care.
They would not find the bloodstains on the clothes he burned, the gore caked under his nails. They would never know. This mad secret, would be his burden alone.
They soon found out about the water, and it's "benefits" when others were affected. Soon the whole team had these strange "powers". It didn't matter- Just complete the mission.
Just complete the mission.

"I was sent here to create order... progression. But the chaos resides within my mind."





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Other:

"It is the worst torture to be mad, when you are still partially sane."

Kurosu believes in killing the Martyoshka only when necessary; he simply wants the less afflicted ones contained and controlled.
Perhaps it is because he recognizes their ailment within himself; although he would vehemently deny that to the point of self-delusion.

He is not loyal to his previous superiors, but he was taught to believe in the importance of their task.
Therefore, he continues as one of the "Secret Police" as his band has dubbed themselves, helping them to rid the city of it's blight.

"I am not like them. I am no animal..."



Theme Songs:

His Composure: So Cold
And Inner Fear: Monster


Animal I have become

So begins...

Kurosu Lourdes's Story

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It was getting dark.
The gray dusk creeping menacingly over the city whose namesake it assumed. Kurosu had woken to the temperature change in the room; shivering slightly as he sat up, the air chilling his bare skin. He exhaled- vexed, then stood, hissing slightly as he felt his muscles protest. The fighting, night after night was taking it's toll. Of course, he could solve this little problem with ease, but Kurosu had experience withstanding pain much more severe than this. This- Was nothing.

He steadied himself and stalked slowly to the bathroom, squinting in the light of the fluorescent bulbs. Washing his face gently, Kurosu lifted his head and looked over his body in the mirror. His eye stared cooly back at him.
How unpleasant...
No matter how strong Kurosu was, he was still human; susceptible to the bruising and battering of a rather bitter week. There had been quite a lot of disturbance in this section of the city, although, Kurosu had taken care of the last of it the previous night. His face fell into it's normal scowl as he regarded the discoloring on his abdomen. Why had he gone alone? His skillful fingers felt over his ribs, making sure none of them had been broken. Well, for one, he was the biggest of his team; quite capable of holding his own against the nocturnal creatures prowling the city. His main reason for departing alone however, was because he couldn't endure with the-
this... monster constantly chewing in the back of his mind.
Far too dangerous. He needed respite; to collect himself, to control the... Rage. Kouosu's grimace deepened. Since when had he allowed his emotions to dictate him? But this- This was not a familiar hatred that burned in his head. It was something... Much darker. He couldn't have taken the risk of endangering his teammates at a time he had been so raw. Kurosu brushed his raven hair away from his face, inspecting the empty socket. The Matryoshka, this place; they were what had changed him. Physically, Kurosu let the hair fall back to conceal the scar. and mentally.

Switching off the light, leaving him in relative darkness, Kurosu reentered the bedroom; pulling a crisp blue shirt and a white suit from the bureau. He dressed quickly, as he could not afford to linger long in the abandoned apartment he had taken the liberty to utilize. Kurosu adjusted his tie. It was just as well that this was the night he would return to his team. From his briefcase he pulled out a bottle of liquid, and returning to the bathroom, poured a generous amount over the bloodstained contents within the tub. When one played this sort of game, it was wise to follow the rules. "Kill discreetly, clean up the evidence, and leave no trace." It was a pity really; he had liked that suit. It would be the second one he lost. If only that irritating child hand't gotten so close. He sighed. Why must they always come in groups?

At the doorway, Kurosu turned and threw the match into the tub, shutting the door as it caught. His polished strides slowed only to allow him to take the large crowbar resting beside the bed before he took his leave. Making his way to the roof Kurosu paused, regarding his surroundings with disinterest. Undoubtedly the whole apartment floor would catch and spread. He calmly pulled the fire alarm as he passed, in case there were any other unofficial tenants. There would be no saving the building; Firemen, or any other night officials were rare and in short supply- usually coveted by the wealthy. Or, ironically, sitting safe behind the barred doors of the prisons.

It was time to go; he had a long way back "home." Kurosu vaulted himself onto the adjoining building, and settled into a steady pace. Leap. Run. Leap. Run. Despite this district's restored quiet, and the serenely peaceful dusk, he had a feeling it was going to be another long night.

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The world seemed to halt for a mere moment as the final strands of light disappeared over the horizon, the sun retreating for today. Everyone knew it would be back, but the night ahead would seem like a life time; one best spent inside. The people stared out through the small cracks in their curtains, horrified by the final disappearance of the sun. The street-lights flickered on, giving off a little light on the streets below, but even that wasn't enough to brace the city for what was about to happen. In fact, many wished it would be total darkness so they couldn't see their faces. The faces of chaos itself, every night it was the same and they knew that this night would not differ. For too long now, everything remained the same -- the same scene playing out night after night. Those who caused the chaos would fight against the few brave souls who wanted order, but perhaps they were just stupid and not in the least bit brave. Never the less, the streets would become a war zone at night. Minato Zillis, a shy young teen with cobalt blue hair and an innocent appearance but a dark core; was always caught in the middle of this war, but by choice. He fought long and hard for order, upon the side which called themselves the Secret Police. Anyone would question his motives and all Minato could answer was that it was his job. Sent in with four others, his and their job was to defeat the Martyoshka at all costs. All costs.

Minato stood within the safety of the shadows, concealing himself from the eyes of the enemy as well as his allies. His eyes adjusted quickly to the darkness and could easily pick out a few Martyoshka running along the streets in front. All around him the chaos could be heard for miles, but to Minato it was muted. Muted by the small round disks, no larger than a two pence coin, tucked neatly into his ears and covered by a layer of blue hair. A few creatures run straight in front of him, the black markings upon their pale faces going by with a blur. He knew it was them though, no one painted black markings on their own face, it was an effect from the radiation. Minato had also suffered from the radiation leak in the water, however his suffering gave birth to a rather unique trait. He held out his hand and created a small glowing blue butterfly in it, sending it forward by a swift movement of his hand. The insect flapped gracefully towards the Martyoshka, latching itself onto it's leg and began gnawing away at the skin. The Martyoshka let out a small yelp of pain mixed with confusion, stopping their running with their friend and looking down at their leg at the delicate creature. They didn't hesitate to squash the thing, it's crumpled body falling to the ground but leaving a large hole in their leg where one could clearly see the white of the bones where the flesh had been stripped. It was bleeding rather badly too. Both Martyoshka knew not what to do but wrapped a spare bit of cloth around the wound and continued running, well one ran whilst the other limped.

Stepping out from the shadows and into the dimly lit streets -- an improvement but not by much -- Minato wandered down them, ignoring all who sped past him, eager to cause chaos in some form or another. He rose up both hands and rested them over the metal disks, pushing them into his ears more as to drown out the insane cries of the nocturnal vermin which inhabited this city. He had no destination in mind, closing his eyes and allowing himself to be guided purely by instinct, though he just ended up walking in a straight line. He opened his eyes to note that the Martyoshka he had been travelling with had gone onwards down the street, their legs disappearing just over the horizon. Minato could not understand why they were so eager, he was eager to rid the city of them and move on, but not that eager that he'd disregard all logic and randomly charge into battle. His colleagues were sometimes overly excited, although most of them were insane in one way or another, hearing voices in their heads and those voices even taking the form of real people by possession. That was another thing Minato couldn't understand, but perhaps it was another side effect of the radiation. He was already slightly insane so the mutation had not occurred within his mind. Perhaps that was a good thing.

Though Minato didn't hear the sound through the music he had playing, the movement from above easily caught his eye. A figure dressed in a white suit, leaping from building to building and keeping up a steady pace despite the moderately large gaps between. Usually such a thing would be classed as a stupid thing to do, but here, walking was a stupid thing to do. Besides, Minato knew this person and upon knowing him, he understood that he could pull off such a action. Kurosu was his name, the eldest and most experience of the five sent into the city, he was rather dangerous to Minato due to his intelligence and usually Minato would keep away from him at all costs, but if he did that now then it would seem suspicious. Without really realizing, Minato began running to keep up with his colleague on the roof but remained on the ground. He followed him for a while but remained quiet and sticking to the shadows in order to not be seen by Kurosu, just in case he looked down.

Eventually when he noticed that Kurosu was slightly slowing down, Minato walked out into the street and looked up. He seemed to be that he only just noticed Kurosu and there was no real evidence that Minato was following him. "Kuro-sama!" Minato sang in an airy voice, knowing that he hated nicknames; the exact reason why Minato used them. However it clearly appeared that the boy didn't know that such a thing annoyed Kurosu. Minato took out the headphones and clipped them onto the lapels of his blazer and started to climb up the building to get to Kurosu, confident that he would have stopped running and waited for Minato. His body was weak as it always had been, he had no real muscles or even the tissue to create those muscles. Climbing wasn't a strong point for Minato at all, but he managed to do it, struggling onto the roof and doubling over panting heavily.

"Kuro-sama," Minato said through pants and coughs, until he finally managed to catch his breath and straighten himself up. He gave a cheerful, innocent smile to Kurosu, jogging a few steps towards him but keeping a respectable distance between them both. "You're gonna go kill some Martyoshka now aren't you?" Minato's face quickly adopted a disappointed and sad look. "Please don't..." he pleaded, averting his eyes to the ground below. "Can't we just call everyone together and arrange a new way to go about dealing with them rather than just mercilessly killing?" Minato bit down on his lip a little, drawing blood and discreetly savouring the coppery taste on his tongue.

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The buildings were getting father apart, making the crossing quite difficult.
It meant he was close; the part of the city that was far more open- the small buildings branching off into individual housing eventually. The large business towers and high-rises faded behind him as the sky deepened into a dark blue. He could hear them now; the shrill shrieks and cackling laughter. He may have taken care of the rabid district four miles back, but the demented youth seemed to seep ceaselessly from the very walls of the city, it's shadows and hidden places.

"Kuro-Sama!" The happy voice lilted up to him, cutting through the noise of a distant car alarm. Kurosu stopped mid-stride, and turned to peer down at the dark street. A small blue-haired boy smiled up at him. Minato.

He waited patiently while his teammate climbed, but did not bother to offer his hand as the thin boy awkwardly pulled himself onto the roof. "Minato" he acknowledged curtly, observing with slight disapproval as the boy gasped for breath. He was too skinny. Kurosu made a mental note to do something about that later. "... Kuro-Sama" he repeated; the side of Kurosu's mouth twitched as he stared coldly at the boy and his cheerful expression. Not. My. Name.
Suddenly, Minato's face changed as he noticed the crowbar he held resting on his shoulder "You're gonna go kill some Martyoshka now aren't you?" He pouted, but looked down when Kurosu's eyes met his; "Please don't... Can't we just call everyone together and arrange a new way to go about dealing with them rather than just mercilessly killing?"

"Kill?" Kurosu's face remained expressionless as shifted the crowbar comfortably in his grasp. "No." He replied bluntly, turning away from Minato to look out over the neighborhood. There was a silence, broken only by the scuttlings of the creatures below him. "Creatures" the administration had called them. It was even recommended to consider them inhuman, as the higher-ups knew well enough it was easier to kill something you didn't understand. No. No matter how insane this soiled "Utopia" made him, Kurosu could never kill without reason. I won't... Ever again. Of course, Minato didn't know that; the boy had barely any training at all. Kurosu shook his head. How did he end up in this situation?

"... Listen carefully." Kurosu began, deadpan; "Our purpose is to instill order, not to massacre children." His eye fixed back on Minato. I would die before I let this team retrograde into an immoral, corrupt band of miscreants. Senseless killing was dangerous killing. But I know all about that don't I... Kurosu clenched his jaw at the revived memory, continuing flatly; "We contain those not yet degenerated," His eye bore into Minato's; "And exterminate only the insane. Understand?"

Kurosu subconsciously relaxed his grip on the crowbar; it was a useful tool, and even more so after he had run out of bullets for the handgun that now resided within his briefcase. Those children- psychotic, rabid, senseless. Just like the ones he had encountered... that first time. Coming in waves, biting, scratching, lobbing stones. Yes, he had killed them. Just as they would have killed him. The younger ones, the less affected; he had hunted them down to bring to the prisions. Not the happiest treatment for a child, but at least they were alive. At least they would be safe from people like him. No, not people like me. I can control it.

Kurosu returned to his frigid composure, gazing out over the neighborhood impassively. "Why are you alone?" He asked cuttingly. Minato was never alone. It was also dangerous for someone to patrol without a partner at night. Not that Kurosu was any example, but that was beside the point. "Where are the others?" Kurosu suspected that Zachari and Kuragai were in dereliction of their duties again. They were somewhat... disorderly at times.

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Minato shifted uncomfortably on his feet, the cold stare of Kurosu was somewhat unnerving to the innocent boy. Heck, it would be strange if it had no affect on him what-so-ever. "Kill?" Kurosu said in his usual emotionless tone, Minato's eyes wandered to rest upon those of the other. "No." Kurosu turned away from Minato, leaving the boy to wonder in silence about his colleagues true intentions. The boy loved killing, it was a sick hobby of his which he kept hidden away from the truth. Kurosu had to love killing too right, the Martyoshka were no longer human so there should be no regret when ending their lives. Either way, killing them was fun. Minato visibly frowned, though Kurosu wouldn't have seen it with his back to the boy. "... Listen carefully." Kurosu started, Minato wiping the frown from his face and replacing it with a concentrated look. "Our purpose is to instill order, not to massacre children." Kurosu turned back around to stare at Minato, his eyes locking with his. They held no emotion, but were deadly serious and somewhat intimidating. Minato nodded. "We contain those not yet degenerated, And exterminate only the insane. Understand?" Minato nodded again, sighing under his breath. He hated the way Kurosu talked to him, however behind the sigh were the disappointed thoughts of Minato. He was disappointed about Kurosu's views about not killing. A shame really as he could have become a valuable ally.

Kurosu's grip relaxed on his crowbar, a dangerous weapon but one what's use was wasted on someone who didn't want to cause any harm. Minato could clearly see that his colleague seemed deep in thought, about what though he wasn't sure. Kurosu turned back around and began staring out to the neighborhood. Minato sighed once again under his breath, plugging one earphone into his ear and defeating the silence with the sound of music. He could not hear what was going on around him, which was probably a good thing as the vicious cries of the insane carried on through the night. "Why are you alone?" Minato could just hear the low voice of Kurosu through his other, unblocked ear. "Where are the others?" Minato had to think for a moment about his answer, his eyes drifted around his surroundings and noticing a few Maryoshka hanging around in a group. They were all examining the leg of one of them, the same one Minato had attacked earlier. He thought nothing of them and turned his attention back on Kurosu; leaving him without an answer would not be good. Minato merely shrugged, "They all left me long ago." he spoke in a tone which seemed unphased by his group's apparent actions. Although truth be told, Minato did a few jobs by himself without informing his other members. No one would find any evidence though, the bones had been properly disposed off. Now Minato frowned, however desperate he was to smile. "I thought I could hang around with you though, Kuro-sama!" his face brightened up and Minato ran towards his friend, standing next to him and looking out to the horizon. He knew not what he was looking for or what Kurosu was trying to find in the city; perhaps a new target. "What are we looking at?" Minato asked, allowing his gaze to wander to Kurosu's own eyes.

Suddenly he caught a small movement of light from not too far away. It was down a dark alleyway and thus the light was easily picked out from a hight. The light had been emitted from fire and Minato knew this by the redish glow it had to it. Though it disappeared quickly, leaving the streets as dark as ever. "What do you think that was?" Minato had an idea, though he wanted Kurosu's opinion on it. "Let's check it out!" Minato exclaimed, jumping with much effort onto the next building, he turned back and faced Kurosu. "Come on Kuro-sama!" Minato giggled lightly to himself and plugged the other earphone into his ear. He gazed forward at the next building, realizing that he wouldn't be able to make such a jump. Sighing under his breath, Minato wandered over to the edge of the roof and bent over, glancing down at the ground below. It was fairly high up and jumping down might not be such a good idea, they had powers but they weren't super-human. Minato decided he would wait for orders from Kurosu and thus returned his gaze to the other, watching him with dull grey eyes which were full of admiration.

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Zachari Tye

What do you think you're doing?! Let me out, I'll kill 'em all! Marc was not giving up, and that's what Zachari was scared of. He could usually control his other side when he was alone, but the more people he was with, the more likely he was to end up snapping. And that was something he didn't want to happen. Not again. He wouldn't let anyone else get hurt because of Marc. Zachari couldn't let that happen. "You're fixing the greenery, what do you think you're doing?" It was that annoying Matryoshka from earlier, and while Zachari wasn't one hundred percent sure what he was saying, he knew that Marc was just getting more and more annoyed. The Matryoshka stole someone's weapon, a gun if Zachari's eyes were correct, and then ran over. Let me out! I can still take him! Marc, this is where you shut up. Zachari let his sword disappear as the Matryoshka stopped in front of him.

"Goodb--Ugh, hello, sweeties!" What? Wait, I think I'm seeing a pattern, Zachari thought. What pattern? He's fucking insane! He doesn't have a pattern! Shut the hell up, Marc, or I swear to God I'm going to run away and lock myself in an empty room. Just try! You know I'll be able to break out! And that was the cause of many of Zachari's headaches. Suddenly he swore as the crazy Matryoshka (Zachari decided that he was going to be called Annoyance) grabbed his arm. "Pik...a...chu..." Annoyance said, trailing off. What, cat got your effing tongue? Marc hissed. "Piku! Piko! Pikachu! Creature! You can't come!" Does that mean he wants her to follow us? Wait, where is he bringing me?! Zachari tried to pull away, but he was never very good at hand-to-hand combat. He quickly found himself in the middle of an alleyway. Again. Shoved to the ground. Great....

"You're so constructive! It's really pleasing." Is he insulting us? Who cares?! Let's kill him and stick his head on a pike outside the city gates! The city doesn't have gates. ...So? "Sit down!" Annoyance shouted, lightly kicking Zachari in the leg. So he wants us to do something...? Good! Let's rip him apart and feed him to a wild animal! For the life of God, shut up! "Now don't do anything!" See, he wants us to do something! Suddenly a fireball was thrown towards Annoyance, probably from Kuragai, but before anyone could react another Matryoshka threw herself in front of it to save 'Boss'. That's her nickname for Annoyance? Really?

"So this guy is our arch-rival huh? I like it. When do we get to flog him?" It was another Matryoshka, the one Annoyance had called earlier. Piku? Piko? Pikachu? Obviously even Annoyance didn't know her name, so Zachari figured it didn't really matter what he called her. Why are you worrying so much? You should be busy trying to kill them! They want to flog you, idiot! Marc was practically shouting now, and there was a huge headache that refused to go away. Zachari wasn't an idiot; he knew he had maybe five more minutes before Marc was able to take over. Less if he got into a fight. "Shit!" Piku shouted as a fireball flew towards her, hitting her bat and burning her hands and arms a little. "Which one do you want me to handle, Boss?" Piku asked, obviously referring to the two Secret Police. No way am I letting myself get beaten by some chick! Marc was stronger then usual. It had to be because of earlier, Zachari thought, backing away from everyone a little, holding his head.

What, afraid you're going to loose it? Bah, like you have anything let to loose. You're the most pathetic thing here. You should just let me take over forever. You'd like that, wouldn't you? I can't let you do that, though... I can't. Why not? What do you owe these people? Hell, they aren't even people. We'd be doing the world good! If we get rid of them, then we'll never have to worry again! Just... Shut up. I'm the one in control, not you. I have more power then you! You didn't answer my question. Why are you so worried about these people?! B-Because! I can't let you kill them, even if they are Matryoshka. You can't just go around and kill people, Marc. Why not? That's what I did to Kyle, remember?

"Kyle was different, damn it! You don't understand, Marc! You don't fucking understand!" Zachari shouted, backing up even more and falling to the ground, holding his head. "So what do you say?" He barely heard the words, but Marc did. The other side laughed evilly as Zachari started to loose control, screaming as he fought for dominance in his own head. Say goodbye to your friends, because this is the last time you'll ever see them. N... No...

Marc

Marc laughed as he stood up, brown eyes gleaming with bloodlust. Not even waiting, he created his axe again, swinging it a few times before laughing. "Zachari tried to stop me from playing with you, but he can't stop me. No one can stop me. I'm too damn powerful for you fucking Matryoshka." Marc pointed the axe towards Annoyance. "So then, which one of you freaks want to die fist?" He didn't wait for an answer, just shoved his free hand towards Annoyance so that a small spear made out of his red aura flew towards Annoyance. "Seems like you're volunteered, Annoyance!" Marc let out another cackle. "Now let's fucking fight, freak show!"

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Piki's eyes went straight to Fancy apprentice, who's name was apparently Kura, as he spoke. She listened with a small smile on her face, gripping the bat tightly. She didn't like him very much right now. Not only for burning her bat, but for being so annoying. And people thought the Matryoshka were bad! She laughed slightly, but suddenly froze. What was that word that he said? Was it... Her? Piki's eye twitched and she gripped her bat tighter. He didn't just say that. He wasn't that stupid... Oh, but he did.

"I am a boy, thank you! Do not refer to me as a girl!" She yelled the words in an angry voice, "Just because a guy is gay does NOT mean you have any right to call him a girl. It's just wrong!" She crossed her arms; glaring. How dare they assume that she was a girl just because she was kind of girly. She most certainly was not a girl. She was a boy... Who was very girly. She turned away just as she heard Mr. Fancy Pants speak up... That name was too long... Maybe she would just say Fancy.

She was hit with a sudden fear as she watch Fancy scream as though he had been murdered. Her eyes widened, and, for a moment, she was frozen. She watched as he walked over to Boss and pointed a magic spear at him. She could do nothing. She was horrified of that scream. Was he in pain? Was something wrong? She shook it off slightly as she watched Boss get up. She listened to him ramble, not really paying that much attention. Most of her attention was still on Fancy. He was her arch-rival, so it was normal to be scared of him. But now, she almost began to feel... Bad. She didn't know why, but that moment when he scream... He had the most pitiful look on his face. Like a dog begging for its life after being hit by a car... It was something she had a vague memory of, but she didn't know where from.

Get a grip Binary... It's just a facial expression! There's no need to feel so weird about it... Just move on! You need to help Boss!
She screamed the words in her head and ripped her gaze away from Fancy. Now, she looked to Boss. As she listened to him finish a sentence, she felt odd. How could he be so calm? After nearly getting killed, twice, how? She frowned. She wanted to stay calm too... Suddenly, she saw it though. The stutter in his voice, the look in his eyes, he was scared. For just a moment, it made her shake, just a little, not much. If Boss was scared... That meant...

She suddenly smiled, and started to laugh. "Oi, oi, Boss, you aren't scared of him, are you?" It was her way of coping. "Because, if you are, then run! I'll hold him back or something! I can do that!" She laughed a little more, eyes still filled with the same horror as earlier. Fancy was a lot scary than he appeared to be. Her eyes went to Pinky Kitty as she attacked Kura. She scowled now. Show off. Her mind growled. She annoys me. I dislike her... Maybe she'll die fighting Kura Fancy Apprentice or something. Now the jealousy was getting to her. She turned to Boss as he approached her.

"You don't remember when you said who do I want you to handle?" "I don't want you to hit the blond one."
She felt a little confused for a moment. He wanted her to attack Kura then? Suddenly, it hit her like a brick... He wanted her to attack Fancy. He was talking backwards. Like kids who would always say it was opposite day back in elementary school. But wait... If he was always talking backwards... That meant...

"So... You never wanted to be my friend, eh Boss?" She suddenly looked scarily serious. If he talked backwards, yes meant no. She frowned. What a joke. She sighed, but suddenly smiled and started laughing. "Too bad! You still don't get a choice! So run along now Boss man! I'll handle Fancy Rival here and then I will FORCE you to be my best friend!" She swung her bat over her shoulder. Fancy was still horrifying, and it was still obvious in her eyes just how scared she was. But now she had something to prove... She giggled slightly and looked down.

"When I die, laugh. I don't like funerals and I don't like crying!" She yelled the words and ran at the blonde man; smiling. Maybe she would die, and then Boss and Pinky Kitty would become best friends and laugh at her nonexistent funeral. That would be an alright way to go down. And at least it would be her arch rival, who was quite obviously the protagonist in this story (with she and Boss play the antagonistic duo) who killed her. She lifted her bat off of her shoulder and tossed it into her left hand. She winced slightly, the pain of the burns nearly making her drop the bat, but smiled soon enough. She grabbed it with both hands, jumped, and swung at Fancy, hoping to land a nice, knock out hit to the head.

"Nighty, night Fancy!"

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Kurosu Lourdes

The dark of night had awoken the monsters. He could see them; shifting in and out of the feeble light the street lamps offered. They were louder now; wild, some screaming in joy- others in fear. This was the chaos of Gray.
The chaos they were to destroy.

"They all left me long ago." Minato's tone was nonchalant, and his words were probably over-exaggerated, but Kurosu understood the implications of what neglect could mean for someone in Minato's position. He would have to speak to the others about team protocol again..."I thought I could hang around with you though, Kuro-sama!" Where did that annoying name even come from? I did not asked to be addressed as that. The boy ran up to stand beside him. "What are we looking at?" Truthfully, Kurosu had been trying to figure a strategy for how they would progress through the streets. He could't continue on rooftop- definitely not now that Minato had joined him. It was dangerous on the ground; and Kurosu wasn't entirely sure how he would protect the both of them in his state if they encountered a mob. "Nothing." He replied, meeting Minato's dark gray eyes with disinterest. He couldn't simply tell the boy he was considered a burden; not when he had to work with him to ensure the team's safety.

Minato was distracted by something below them. Kurosu followed his gaze to witness a red light grow, and then fade in a manner of seconds within an alley only a few blocks from where they stood. Kuragai. It could not have been an explosion, as there was no sound; and the light was far too bright and short-lived for a routine trash fire. Kuragai was using his power; It was a fight. Having seen his comrade in action, he had no doubt in Kuragai's ability handle himself. "What do you think that was? Let's check it out!" Kurosu heard Minato's excited voice, and watched as he took a running start onto the neighboring building, landing much too heavily on his feet. He's going to get hurt..
"Come on Kuro-sama!" Kurosu gritted his teeth. That was it. His tone turned harshly acidic; "Would you refrain from calling me that?" The boy however, had put in his headphones right before Kurosu spoke. That agitating little...

Kurosu crossed the gap, and was about to confront Minato again when he heard the voices behind him. There was no mistaking the demented ramblings. Leaning slightly over the building's side, he could just make out a group of Matryoshka. One of them seemed to be injured, and bleeding profusely. Kurosu turned to Minato placing a finger to his lips, and walked carefully over to the other, noticing Minato regarding the next building with apprehension. He observed his companion's physique. How could it be the boy was chosen for this force when he was so... delicate? Kurosu grimaced and contemplated his options. They could not cross to the building in front nor behind; the only way was down. He sighed. I'm going to ruin another suit.

Kurosu opened his briefcase, retrieving a pair of leather gloves, and kneeled, putting them on. "Get on my back." He waited so the boy could take hold. "And hold this." He passed his briefcase back to Minato. At least he was light.
Luckily the Matryoshka had not noticed their passing earlier; he wasn't fond of the idea of descending five stories into a crazed pack. Kurosu let the crowbar fall into the dark alleyway before them. It clanked to the ground, slightly louder than the sounds of the city, but hopefully not enough to attract the attention of the children on the opposite side.
They descended cautiously as he found hand and foot holds in the wall of the building. Fortunately they were in the residency part of the city, where the buildings were slightly more ornate in their architecture; enough to allow Kurosu to gain precarious footing on the protruding sills. It was slow going- agonizingly slow, and every time Kurosu slid, the boy would clutch him harder; painfully reminding him of his injuries. Not all Matryoshka were small and weak...

Then he heard the gunshot.

There was no mistaking it- it resonated through the buildings as everything quieted for a moment. Kuragai? No. Kuragai did not have a gun. And the police did not roam at night... That meant-
Kurosu's descent changed as he hasted down the building, recklessly sliding and slowing their fall with jarring intervals. His feet hit the ground hard as he bent his knees to absorb some of their impact, running forward to scoop up his tool. Fortunately the boy had held on. Kurosu turned his head slightly to check if he was alright; "Are you injured? Can you keep up? ... Or do you need me to carry you?" They were wasting time; he did not have enough to organize an angle of approach; though the streets were treacherous they would have to just keep moving- quietly and fast. If the Matryoshka had possession of a loaded gun, things could get ugly real quick.
He was taking no chances.

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Kura smiled when he saw Zach get up, his eyes were a different colour now and it seemed he was now more like a demon than anything else.
"So you and i share the same trait..." he mumbled. Zach drew the red srua axe and tried to get Boss. Meanwhile Boss seemed to be... scared?
Look he's scared now! Just leave them alone!
"Good, i want to see more fear in those god forsaken eyes" Kura said, still smiling, he was really enjoying this but at the same time it felt sort of wrong as well, like a tiny bit of him, besides Idiot, was telling him he needed to stop this, he didn't listen. Boss pulled out a gun and Kura grimaced
"Damn" he said and as Boss fired at him he growled slightly, he sent a small fireball over to the bullet, setting it alight, making the casing start to dissolve, but it didn't dissolve completely, a small bit of the bullet still hit Kura, hitting the flaming rock hand, and making a slight hole in it.

You know when you wear a boxing glove and a rock flys at it, it doesn't hurt, or at least not as much as it would hitting your bare fist. Well, that wasn't the case with the flaming rock hand, it hurt like you were being hit if our bare fist was hit by a bullet.
"Guargh!" Kura shouted, moving his arm to a defensive postion, going diagonally left across his chest, though it was still far enough away that it didn't burn.
"Your my fight fire rock man. What do you say we have some fun?...Listen if you only pay attention to me then I will let you fight this battle with your magic! sound like a good deal. I would agree."

Kura raised the arm to see the pink-haired Matryoshka in front of him, trying to distract him from the others. Kura was faintly surprised, honestly he had thought that the Matryoshka didn't protect each other, moving together in packs like mindless animals but not for any logical reason, just following because the others did.
Hey Serious
Kura growled and snapped
"What!?"
Got ya! Idiot said laughing, the pain in the rock arm along with the distraction had enabled Idiot to take over without using the 'last resort'.

Secounds passed as Serious shouted endless curses at Idiot. But it was already done. Kura looked down at the pink-haired Matryoshka and gave a warm smiled
"There's no need anymore" he looked at his right fist, which was still blazing and sighed "i guess this thing scared you huh?" he said as he let the burning rock drop from his fist, coming off like molten sludge. As soon as it was off he looked back at the Matryoska "the name's... well i don't really have a name... but i guess you can call me Idiot..." he looked at the fight "this is getting out of hand"
Idoit i am going to kill you
"Hah ha! Try it Serious! You need to recharge and cool down!" Idiot mumbled
Bastard...

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To say that Minato was surprised would be untrue, he knew Kurosu would follow him, despite the boy's name-calling. Minato regarded his colleague with a closed eye smile, noting that he was glancing down at the ground. The same place the injured Martyoshka was. Minato highly doubted that Kurosu would make the connection that he was the cause of the creature's suffering. The boy was too innocent to be suspected of anything. He couldn't even survive on his own, let alone injure someone else -- even if completely necessary. Minato's smile flashed maliciously, however returned to normal just as Kurosu turned to face him. He could just pick out the irritation in the other, though he knew full well that he wouldn't say anything to offend the young boy. Kurosu placed a finger to his lips, as if to silence any words from the boy. Though he didn't plan to say anything; the boy was enjoying the music pumping through his ears. He kept an eye on Kurosu though as to read the man's lips when he said something.

Kurosu bent down, searching through his briefcase for something. Minato wandered around to the front of him and watched him with curious eyes. The paranoia made Minato believe that his colleague had found out the truth and was about to draw a gun -- ending the boy's life. Minato removed his headphones and stared down, watching every movement of the male's hands. He pulled on some gloves and Minato took a cautious step back. A killer knew that gloves concealed police from tracking, they stopped finger prints from getting on anything they used. The boy's eyes narrowed slightly. "Get on my back." Kurosu instructed, Minato's gaze softened and he nodded, slowly walking behind Kurosu whilst keeping a fixed gaze on his actions. He was rather apprehensive about jumping onto his back. Being a rather paranoid person, it was easy for Minato to imagine Kurosu's plans of dropping him off the side of the building. That would surely kill him.

Minato shook his head and banished the worried thoughts from his mind. Kurosu wouldn't do something like that. He had no reason to believe that Minato was a cold hearted killer who murdered not only his own family, but his adoptive ones too. Not to mention a few extra people on the side. Minato wrapped his arms around Kurosu's neck rather tightly so that just in case his suspicions were correct -- it was unlikely that he would let go, if anything he would drag Kurosu down with him. "And hold this." He passed back the briefcase to the boy who reluctantly took it within one of his hands, keeping the other tightly locked around his colleague's neck. Tight enough to even chock the poor guy, though Minato had no real strength. He relied fully on weapons and intelligent plans to commit his crimes. If it ever came to a fight, Minato would loose.

Kurosu got to his feet with the boy on his back and walked over to the edge. Obviously the light-weight boy was no problem to carry. He dropped his crowbar to the alleyway floor below, a loud clatter resonated between the two walls. Luckily though it hadn't attracted any unwanted attention. The descent was painfully slow, although it made Minato feel slightly better about the situation. If Kurosu was trying to kill him, he wasn't doing it quick enough. Every time Kurosu slipped, Minato gripped tighter; both to the briefcase and around his neck. No matter how much Minato tried to assure himself, he couldn't help but think that Kurosu knew something, suspected him even just slightly. He was trying to kill him! No. He was trying to scare him. It wouldn't work though, not now, not ever. Minato put on a brave face and narrowed his eyes at the back of Kurosu's head, his harsh gaze boring into his very mind.

The sudden gunshot made Minato's heart skip a beat and quickly screw his eyes shut. His body raced and he was almost sure that he felt pain surging through it, though when he opened his eyes he found no wound. The gunshot had come from somewhere else, but somewhere near here. Perhaps a few blocks away. Kurosu's descent hastened and thus the slipping increased, stopped only by short pauses where he would regain his composure. Minato gripped on more tighter than ever before as Kurosu hit the ground, bending his knees to absorb the impact. A short breath of relief escaped the boy as he was just glad to be on the ground now; he didn't trust Kurosu, not one bit. As the male picked up his weapon, Minato relaxed his grip around his neck slightly and winced at the red mark he had left. He could only imagine what pain Kurosu might have gone through and Minato cursed himself at such an action. It would not be good for the boy's reputation.

Minato slid off his colleague's back and stood silently for a moment watching him. "Are you injured? Can you keep up? ... Or do you need me to carry you?" Kurosu asked as he tilted his head back to look at the boy. Minato shook his head, his eyes beginning to glisten with water slightly. "Kuro-sama," Minato gulped. "I'm so sorry." he referred to the harsh grip he had around his neck. Minato glanced down at the floor for a moment and held out the briefcase to Kurosu. He waited for him to take it and looked up, the fake tears becoming more apparent. He noticed a slight redish glow coming from his side, obviously also coming from a fire. "I can keep up." Minato stated, wiping the tears from his eyes on his blazer's sleeve and turning fully to face where the glow was coming from.

As soon as the glow faded, Minato sped off down the alleyways without waiting for further instruction. He twisted and turned until he came across a group of Maryoshka and two faces which he knew. Though most of them had their back to Minato, he could tell just who they were. Kuragai, one of the secret police, dropped a molten rock from his hand; confirming the boy's suspicion of the redish glow. Kuragai was using his power, however reckless he might be. Zachari was also there, though something seemed slightly off with him, the air around him didn't have the calming feel as it normally did. But then, he was in the middle of a fight. One Martyoshka, the nearest one to Minato, was sitting on the floor and merely watching the fight. Three more Martyoshka remained in the middle of it. One with blond hair, another with pink and the last had blue hair and holding a scorched baseball bat.

"Kura-chan!" Minato called out, though his voice wasn't airy and excited as before -- it was more panicked. No doubt he shouted loud enough to draw their attention and Minato took a cautious step back, glancing down at the ground for a moment and thinking about his options. He couldn't use his power in front of Kura and Zach, they didn't know about it and it was best to keep it that way. He told his fellow team members that he had not received any powers and was immune to whatever virus hit the city. A lie. Realizing that Minato had done a stupid move by getting their attention, he cursed himself under his breath and glanced around for help. However he had left Kurosu in such a rush that he wasn't here to help yet. "Kura-chan, you can't handle that many Martyoshka! Take Zach-san and run away from here!" Minato used a tactic to make the two disappear for a moment so that he could deal with the Martyoshka himself. Though he didn't know if the group would actually run away and leave the boy they deemed defenseless with a group of four enemies. He could handle them, well... probably not all of them but he could at least deal with one of them. With any luck, Zach and Kura would run away and take Minato with them, meet up with Kurosu and then the four of them could discuss a plan. The only thing standing in their way were the Martyoshka.

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Annoyance avoided Marc's spear, but he seemed locked in place from shock. "Fight?" The idiot echoed, like Marc hadn't made his intentions perfectly clear. What do I have to do, make a neon sign? Marc thought to himself. Probably, considering how thick this one looks, Zachari replied. The usually dominate one had resigned himself to a backseat, and was now watching with some kind of morbid interest. If it got too violent he could always try to take over, but maybe these Matryoshka could actually handle themselves. I doubt it, Marc thought. "You losers aren't cheating now, are you?" What the hell is that supposed to mean, Marc thought. How could we cheat? Don't ask me. He's an idiot, remember? Good point.

Suddenly, Annoyance pointed his gun at Marc. Then, as if thinking over what he was doing, turned to point it at Kura. Doesn't he realize how stupid he's acting? He's a Matryoshka, not human. He doesn't realize how stupid he is constantly. Agreed. The only thing both Marc and Zachari could ever agree on was that they hated the Matryoshka, but part of it was out of some strange interest, at least on Zachari's part. Marc just wanted to kill them all, hopefully in the most blood and painful way possible. "This is organized! Shut up! Everyone stay here!" Annoyance shouted. See, he wants us to stay here to kick his ass, Marc thought. Idiot! Don't you realize he says the opposite of whatever he wants? There was silence on Marc's part, and Zachari realized that he caught on much faster then his other side had. A small victory, but you took what you got.

"I want to stay here," Annoyance muttered under his breath. He kept pointing his gun at the two Secret Police, or else Marc would have attacked him by now. As it was, the only thing stopping him from trying to attack anyway was Zachari, who was applying a little bit of pressure onto Marc, to make his movements a little more jerky and random then usual. It looked like, to the average viewer, that Marc was twitching every few seconds. What's stopping him from shooting one of us? Marc wondered silently. I don't know. If Zachari had been in control, he would have shrugged. Maybe he doesn't actually know how to use the gun? Please, who doesn't know how to use a gun in this day and age? Fine then. Maybe... The gun only has one bullet! Zachari realized. That would explain why Annoyance was looking so worried.

"Kyle! Right!" Said Matryoshka suddenly shouted. It was shocking enough to hear his name again that Zachari almost took control again. Almost. The crazy Matryoshka pointed to himself. "Kyle!" He said again. Yes, we got your point, Marc thought. What are you trying to do? Shut up! I want to hear him! "Not me! I mean, it is, but... You don't get it! Or, I mean, y-you do." There was a pause in Zachari's (currently Marc's) brain. Then Marc began to laugh, but mentally if that makes any sense. Even Zachari thought that Annoyance was being completely ridiculous. He doesn't even look like Kyle! Trust me, I won't ever remember that idiot's face. I know, right?... Wait, what the hell did you call Kyle?! An idiot, because he thought he could stop me. Another pause.

Zachari

"What the hell!?!" Zachari gained control in a moment of anger, and punched the wall with a fierce force, both of his hands smashing into the bricks. The aura weapons disappeared, Zachari not paying enough attention to anything else except trying to do as much damage to Marc as possible: in other words, hurting himself. What the hell are you doing?! You're hurting both of us! Marc shouted, mentally freaking out. "That's the point, damn it!" Zachari shouted back, slamming his fists onto the wall again. Around him, a small wave of green aura shot out from his anger, disappearing before it actually hit anyone. You're being stupid! He was just another phase, and was no good for you. I protect you! I make sure no one ever touches you! Without me, you'd be nowhere. Remember? I keep us safe. I keep us alive. "Shut up!"

"Nice getting to know you boss man. Hopefully I will return." Zachari hardly heard what the Matryoshka female said, didn't see her run off to (somewhat stupidly) attack Kura. She probably wasn't going to do any good, especially since Kura had such a versatile power, but that wasn't what was on his mind. No, Zachari was thinking about Kyle, and the grief running over him. The grief caused by Marc. "So... You never wanted to be my friend, eh Boss?" It was Piku, the one that was bothering Annoyance. She frowned, then suddenly started to laugh. What a freak, Marc thought. "Too bad! You still don't get a choice! So run along now Boss man! I'll handle Fancy Rival here and then I will FORCE you to be my best friend!" Zachari paused in his self-descrution, confused by the sudden shift in mood. What the hell is going on? That seemed to be Marc's most used sentence, though it was also something Zachari felt like saying.

"When I die, laugh. I don't like funerals and I don't like crying!" She laughed again and grabbed her baseball bat, wincing as the burns on her hands started to hurt. Well duh, Zachari thought as he turned around and lowered his bleeding hands a little, curiously looking at her. This is going to be interesting, he thought. Suddenly she flew towards him with said bat, trying to hit him in the head. "Nighty, night Fancy!" Marc and Zachari both swore, and Zachari leapt to one side, the bat coming down right where his head had been. Instead it connected with his shoulder, and Zachari let out a shout of pain.

"Kura-chan!" Someone suddenly shouted. It took Zachari a moment to recognize the voice. Minato, one of the other Secret Police. While Zachari had a slim build, Minato was much smaller. Marc mentally rolled his eyes. Great, someone else to kill, he thought. You aren't killing anyone, Zachari thought with a grimace. Backing up a few feet, Zachari forced himself to concentrate and made his sword again, pointing it towards Pikuo and narrowing his eyes. "Go away. I don't want to kill you, but Marc does. I'm giving you this chance to take your friends and leave. Now." Ignoring the ramblings of Marc, Zachari glanced back at Minato. He wasn't alone, though. "Kura-chan, you can't handle that many Martyoshka! Take Zach-san and run away from here!" What? Now, Minato had never been clear about what his power was (or even if he had a power), but it certainly wouldn't be good enough to fend off four of the insane Matryoshkas. Especially considering that they were like roaches, and refused to be killed.

"Minato... If we leave, we leave together," Zachari told him. More like we'll leave together, and I'll disappear before they realize I'm gone. Why? Don't want me attacking any of them? Marc's voice taunted Zachari, and the brown-eyed demon started to talk about all the ways he could kill people. Perhaps I'll make you eat them alive. I'm certain that the taste of human flesh will be quite enjoyable. Zachari grit his teeth as he closed his eyes, opening them up again as he created two more spears, glowing a bright green and easily illuminating the alley and all the people inside.

It was a strange picture, but it just fit. The three Matryoshka, all in various stages of attacking a Secret Police. Four Secret Police, two of them using their powers, the other two waiting to jump into the fray (more or less). If a regular citizen had been walking by, Zachari had no doubt that the man (or woman) would run away screaming. I know. I'll take Annoyance and eat his liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti. "Shut the fuck up Marc, or I swear I'm going to kill you!" Zachari shouted suddenly, even though he really couldn't kill Marc without killing himself. If Marc had been in control, he would have smiled his evil smile.

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Kyler was a little speechless. He was relieved the bullet actually hit the Kura guy. He was. He didn't feel good about it, but it was a little less of an issue now. He could breathe. Moral issues were a bit of a problem, though. That cold, nagging feeling in the back of his brain almost made him want to take back the decision he made, but it would be too late either way. He turned and shoved the gun hastily into the brunette girl's hands. "I don't like this toy!" he shouted.

He was feeling tired. Tonight was not going the way he planned. But since when did Kyler ever plan to potentially get himself killed? Getting shot at or chased down by a couple over-weight cops who never busted a crime worse than petty theft was one thing--that was fun. Being surrounded by a bunch of weirdos (weirder than himself of course!) and cornered by cheaters with powers was a whole other thing. This was dangerous. This could actually spell out his end. These Secret Police guys were no funny business. He didn't want to back down, but this just wasn't fun anymore. And if he didn't want to do something, then why should he? Who's to judge him for leaving just because he wants to?--and no other reason, of course.

"Nice getting to know you boss man. Hopefully I will return." Confused, Kyler looked over at Kitty. What was she talking about? "Your my fight fire rock man. What do you say we have some fun?" She was gonna fight him? He didn't need all these dumb chicks fighting his fights! He could handle this! ...Okay, well, maybe he wouldn't object. Who was he to tell her not to risk her skin for him? But that was dirty thinking. He was no rat. He wouldn't protect her, but he didn't need protecting. She shouldn't risk her life for his. I know I'm awesome and all, but... He stepped forward, hesitantly, thinking he would stand in front of--or at least beside--her to face-off against them. That would be a bit more fair, wouldn't it? But another voice reminded him of his logic. "So... You never wanted to be my friend, eh Boss?" Pikachu? Did she get him? Finally, finally! he thought, almost grinning back at her. "Too bad! You still don't get a choice! So run along now Boss man! I'll handle Fancy Rival here and then I will FORCE you to be my best friend!When I die, laugh. I don't like funerals and I don't like crying!"

Kyler suddenly felt stuck in the middle again, looking around him. There were too many people doing too many things. He hated people! Why was he being surrounded with these lesser idiots?! He didn't want to deal with their emotions or be guilted by their actions! He wanted to just be with himself and nobody else. Maybe things never made sense to him anymore after becoming a Matryoshka, but at least things were slightly saner when he was just with himself. "Shut the fuck up Marc, or I swear I'm going to kill you!" Oh, and of course, how could he forget that guy? Spinning around, Kyler looked Zachari up and down, frowning. Was he even worth the amusement any more? These people were going to kill him and every other time failed anyway, so... No. He probably wasn't. My life's more important than his!

Kyler glared at Zachari as if the guy had just broken a promise to him. Huffing and taking one last look at everything around, seeing that the situation actually appeared to be dying down, Kyler took the chance to back away and duck out. "You people are too worth it!" he growled. On his way by, he bothered pausing by Zachari for just a moment, putting an L to his forehead. "Wiiinner," he snorted, before frowning even more. He really didn't want to just leave the guy who gave him more fun than any of the people he'd spoken to in a long time, but it wasn't exactly worth his head to keep him around. Sighing, he kept walking. "We'll see each other again." I'm going to avoid you like the plague, you bad-luck rodent. Then he took a few turns down a couple alleyways, ending up a few good yards away--safe enough to be by himself again.

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Kuragai Smith

Kura looked over the pink-haired Matryoshka who had, in some ways, helped him by distracting Serious long enough to let idiot take control. Over the girl Kura saw the blue-haired Matryoshka, who had raised her scorched bat and was about to his Zach when suddenly Zach dodged, Zach seemed to fight with himself for a few secounds then suddenly his eyes changed colours again and he back to being calm Zach.

"I should probably make nicknames for his sides as well! How about Angel and Devil! Whatdo you think Mr. Serious"
There was a small pause in Kura's mind where normally the voice of Kura's other half whould have been, this lasted for a while then Serious grumbled, still brooding over having being side-tracked from his killing-spree.
Do what you want...
"There's the Serious i know!"

Other events had started to occur as Kura had been thinking about this trivial thing, like Boss, who, seeing his chance, ran away from the fight shouting behind about them meeting again
I hope we do... then i can get some infomation...
Then there was the appearence of another two of the secret police, Minato and Korosu, who for all intents and purposes was the leader of the rag-tag group of freaks. Kura didn't notice until he heard Minato's voice shout
"Kura-chan!...Kura-chan, you can't handle that many Martyoshka! Take Zach-san and run away from here!"

"Eh?!" Kura said "retreat?" he said this loudly and then whispered down to the pink-haired Matryoshka
"You better get Blue over there and get outta here, this might get messy if you stay" when he said Blue he refered to the blue-haired Matryoshka, who he did not know the name of "hope we meet again soon!" Kura gave a slight laugh and walked over to Minato and Korosu saying
"Well if you say so! But this is preety much cleared up" his tone was still excited and slightly crazy, but somewhat respecting. One thing both Kura's could agree on was this, Korosu was very dangerous and not to be tampered with or messed about, so he had no nickname besides maybe 'Mr. Scary Leader'. Minato however was a person that only Serious was suspicious about, so he had the nickname 'Innocent'.

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Piki Carhop

Piki looked a little panicked when her bat actually hit Fancy. She hadn't expected to hit at all! She had expected to miss and then fail! She looked a little shocked to Pinky Kitty, who was fighting Kura off to the side. She felt a shiver run up her spine as a voice came out, weak, but unnerving. She turned her head and looked at the two from the corner of her eye. One didn't look dangerous, but who knew? She shook her head slightly, feeling odd... When she looked to Fancy next, she dropped her grin completely. Something was going on...

"Hey, Pinks... Head on..." She spoke the order in a normal voice, finally noticing what had happened to herself. Hurting Fancy effected her the way that blood did... It made her go back to normal, back to Piki. She glared a little as she saw Boss run off. There he went. She would have to find him later, then she could sort out the friend issue and try to figure out what was wrong with his speech habits, but for now...

"Go on Pinky, I've got this, go help Boss out. I'm sure he would like the company," Piki smiled slightly, in a very dark way. She wasn't happy right now, she wanted to be, but wasn't. It would be one against four if Pinky followed orders, which is what Piki was hoping for. Then she could get caught and figure out what this legion of Fancies was all about. She slung her bat over her shoulder and glared at Fancy all of a sudden.

"I've got a few questions I want to ask you..." She frowned. "That is, if you'll listen to someone as crazy as me." She smiled just a little, "Not that you don't have your problem, seeing how much you scream at imaginary beings."

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Misa Harukan

Misa felt relieved yet stupid when the Fire guy changed. "There's no need anymore. The name's... well i don't really have a name... but i guess you can call me Idiot..." Misa's arms dropped and she felt as if she was stupid and did all her actions for nothing. Her eyes widened. She was so confused. She didn't understand what so called idiot was talking about. She started to think that the secret police are even more psycho and crazy then she was. W-what!? What is he talking about. Hes talking to himself. He gave up. Whats going on!? I'm even smarter then this idiot. Oh wait is that why he told me to call him idiot? Oh man I am stupid! Misa looked at the now calm guy she was about to fight. She shook her head. He was nice now. Her head was spinning. Her thoughts now clouded with confusion. She looked to the ground as she fixed her hoodie. "Interesting change Idiot." Misa looked back up and gave idiot a closed eye smile. She crossed her eyes and looked at him. "I thought I was gonna be a goner. Thanks for making me make an embarrassing speech you jerk!" Misa smiled. She was playing around with his idiot side. Trying to figure out what to do next. She then was fixated at two guys that came from the alleyway. She looked over to them with a confused look. Then she realized they were secret police. She sighed.

"Kura-chan, you can't handle that many Matryoshka! Take Zach-san and run away from here!"

Misa then felt pretty loved and proud. She was deemed as strong. She thought at least. She smiled then turn her look back to idiot. "Yes shoo shoo with your friends." Misa laughed as she as teasing the boy. "You better get Blue over there and get outta here, this might get messy if you stay. Hope we meet again soon!" Misa smiled at the suddenly sweet boy. She liked this side of him. She looked back at bluey. Her arch enemy. Due to the hogging of her best friend Kyler. Then she darted her attention back to idiot. She ran up to him and tackle hugged him before he could run off. "Bye idiot. Can't wait to see you again." She whispered in his ear and then released. She was being seductive in a way. She thought it was funny. She ran and held up a peace sign to him.

When she reached Piki aka Bluey, she stopped and listened. Misa was looking down at crazy fancy pants. She grinned at him. "Go on Pinky, I've got this, go help Boss out. I'm sure he would like the company" Misa looked over to Piki suddenly. Her eyes widened. Is she giving up that easily? Hmm there must be a catch. But lets take the opportunity. I would be the person to stay and help. But I'm not that type of person. Misa smiled and put her hand on Piki's shoulder. "Good luck Bluey. Stay safe. I will get Boss back here." Misa then dodged off in the direction she saw him walk off to out of the corner of her eye earlier. She looked down multiple alley ways and cupped her mouth. Her voice sweet but loud. "Boss!" Finally away from the crazies and back to a normal person I actually like. Where is that isolated boy? She looked down one alley and spotted him. Bingo. Hope he doesn't dislike my company to much. Misa ran up to him and tackled him with a hug.

"I'm back. I didn't die I guess." Misa giggled and blushed at her embarrassment. Her hug was tight and warm. She then released him and went to his side. "So avoiding people eh? I wont let you leave that easily." Misa smiled as she looked over to him. Her smile was a warm closed eye smile. She was calm now that she was out of battle. She was her normal self.

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Kurosu Lourdes

"Kuro-sama, I'm so sorry." For wha- Kurosu turned back to the boy, and was faced abruptly with Minato's distraught display. The boy held out his briefcase to him, his wide eyes lowering before returning, full of moisture. Why is he... Did I-? No. Kurosu stared down at the boy's perplexing conduct, until the other's eyes glanced down to his neck. Ah, I see.

Before he had any time to reply, the boys eyes locked again with his; "I can keep up." The brisk reply was all Kurosu was given before Minato pushed past him and sped off. Kurosu cursed himself and swung his briefcase up to rest against his back, taking chase. I allowed myself to be distracted by tears? Tears! No matter how unexpected... Absolutely unacceptable." The smaller boy was quite fast; weaving with dexterity through the streets. In the gloom he could almost be mistaken as one of the Matryoshka; unlike his larger companion, who was forced to stay within the shadows. That boy.. Kurosu frowned, displeased; he had lost Minato while detouring around another group of shuffling, tattooed teens. Suddenly, a green light lit up the sky to the right of him. Green. Zachari's power was green. If that light was indeed Zachari it meant Kuragai was not alone.

Finally, Kurosu turned into the alley.
Minato stood a few feet in front of him as Kuragai approached the boy smiling; "Well if you say so! But this is pretty much cleared up". Movement behind Kuragai's head caught Kurosu's eye, and it narrowed as he observed the hooded figure retreating into a second alley. How disorderly. They didn't even finish the job. Ignoring his cheerful colleague, Kurosu passed both of them without a word, advancing towards Zachari and the small blue-haired figure weidling a bat.

Coming to a silent halt behind the Matryoshka, Kurosu listened as it spoke. "I've got a few questions I want to ask you... That is, if you'll listen to someone as crazy as me." Kurosu switched his belongings into his left hand. "It" was undoubtably female, her voice rather high and clear. "Not that you don't have your problem, seeing how much you scream at imaginary beings." Kurosu's eye rose from the intriguing girl to pierce into Zachari's. "Disarm yourself Zachari." His words were quite and slow, but his actions much faster; plucking the bat from the girls grasp, he flung it aside, then bent- picking her up. With her stomach on his shoulder, Kurosu held her firmly in place. "I believe you have the wrong impression, Matryoshka. You do not question the Secret Police. We question you." His eye returned to Zachari, studying the man's uneasy composure. This... Is a mess. "You understand... I will need to be debriefed." That gun. "Not here. I have questions for this one," Kurosu readjusted the struggling Matryshoka, "And you must dress your... wounds." He doubted the lacerations on his teammates hands were anything other that self-imposed. With the powers Zachari wielded, the probability that the injuries were a result of fighting were low; his proof lay in the relatively unscathed girl on his shoulder. If a fight had been the case, Zachari would have imparted twice as much damage as he received. It does not sit well.

His shoulder... Kurosu redirected his attention to the girl, his voice slightly softer; "Keep quite and be still. If you refuse, I will be forced to... calm you." Though his tone could almost be considered soothing, it could not conceal the warning. Kurosu did not want to frighten her too much; it would not do if she was too scared to answer his questions; that would drag out the process far longer than necessary. Then again, he could always... No! How could I even consider that an option? Kurosu was disquieted by the sudden dark thought, pivoting sharply to make his way back to their comrades.

"Kuragai." Kurosu greeted with a incline of his head.

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Minato Zillis

The situation seemed confusing, there were four Martyoshka and two Secret Police. Both of which didn’t actually look like they’d been fighting much. It was as if they befriend the creatures. Minato faintly frowned as he glanced around at the various creatures and humans around him. “Minato... If we leave, we leave together,” his gaze rested upon Zachari, the aura creator of the group. He looked slightly worse for wear but he seemed to still be able to fight. Minato nodded, quickly glancing over his shoulder as he heard running footsteps behind him. Kurosu had finally caught up despite the boy’s efforts to loose him in the mapping of the buildings. Zachari began shouting to himself, the Martyoshka spoke amongst themselves, one of them even ran off, another following close behind. Minato sighed under his breath, taking a few steps back and standing side by side with Kurosu. There were still two remaining Martyoshka. Seeing that the situation was dying down was almost disappointing. “Well if you say so! But this is pretty much cleared up.” Kuragai wandered over to him and Kurosu, Minato regarded him with a slightly cold gaze. It was subtle but there was a definite dislike in the boys eyes as he looked towards his colleague. Kuragai and Minato were not on the best of terms, it was nothing personal but Minato felt a slight discomfort when around Kuragai and his conversations with himself. It was strange to say the least. Almost as if he had a voice in his head which responded and talked with Kuragai. The guy was bipolar too. Minato shuffled behind Kurosu slightly as to keep up that same ‘scared’ posture.

Kurosu was buying none of it though, he was most likely still annoyed at the boy’s running off. He walked past Minato without even looking at him and strode silently over to Zachari and the blue-haired Martyoshka. She certainly didn’t notice his presence as he scooped her up and threw her over his shoulder. “I believe you have the wrong impression, Matryoshka. You do not question the Secret Police. We question you.” Kurosu told her as a response to her wanting to question Zachari. Minato frowned and sighed heavily, forgetting for a moment that Kuragai was standing right near him. When he realized, Minato glared at him and moved towards Kurosu. He smiled happily at Zachari, standing slightly behind Kurosu and throwing a quick glance at the struggling Martyoshka on his shoulder. It was female and of course she was not happy about being carried around. “And you must dress your... wounds.” Kurosu said to Zachari before redirecting his attention to the unhappy creature.

Minato moved quietly past Kurosu and without touching him, he stopped in front of Zachari and looked at him up and down a few times. “I can treat your wounds Zach-san,” his voice didn’t hold the airy tone as it usually did, but neither did it seem completely serious. It was casual and calm, despite the current situation. Minato titled his head to the side and gave a closed eye smile, looking around for something to use. He found nothing. “I can help you when we find somewhere to rest okay?” Minato nodded, taking Zachari’s hand and freezing for a moment. He had never made human contact before and he didn’t want to now either. Minato quickly freed it, unable to keep up his act and drag Zachari anywhere. He would have to be lead purely by words. The boy glanced at the ground below, he should have blushed as any innocent child would do but no one could purposely make themselves blush. “I’m going to go after the two Martyoshka who left.” he uttered the words and pivoted on his heel, running off down the alleyway in which the two went.

He was careful to step silently on the ground, however a faint pitter-patter sound could be heard as his heels clattered against the pavement. Minato just saw the two of them hug and he couldn’t help but smile darkly. With no one else around his dark side along with the sick intentions were able to be free. He slowed down into a casual walk, stopping only a few meters away from the two love birds. How can Martyoshka love, was it possible? It did not matter, all that mattered was that they were going to die. They could love each other in hell if they really wanted to; for all eternity. Minato had no weapon and he had no plan, but luckily they hadn’t quite noticed the presence of the boy as he blended into the shadows. He held out his hand and a glowing blue butterfly manifested itself on his palm. With a single flap of it’s wings, it was up in the air, shortly joined by four others. The five creatures danced around the boy’s head until the signal was given where their flight took them to the nearest enemy. In this case the female Martyoshka. They quickly latched themselves onto her bear flesh and began eating away at it, blood already soaking the creature’s delicate bodies. Minato merely laughed under his breath, quietly so that the two Martyoshka would hear but anyone else wouldn’t.

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Zachari Tye

"You people are too worth it!" Annoyance growled. It took Zachari a moment to remember that the crazy Matryoshka said the opposite of what he meant, and the blond frowned. What's that even supposed to mean? Annoyance started to leave, pausing when he was next to Zachari and putting his fingers up like a 'l' on his forehead. "Wiiinner," he snorted. Zachari was so shocked that he almost lost control, but Marc was too busy laughing his ass off. That kid totally played you! You're such an idiot! Gritting his teeth, Zachari stepped forward to give Annoyance a piece of his mind, but the Matryoshka just kept walking. "We'll see each other again." Did that mean that Annoyance was going to avoid him from now on? Well good riddance! Zachari was tempted to agree.

"Go on Pinky, I've got this, go help Boss out. I'm sure he would like the company," the blue-haired Matryoshka said. Zachari raised an eyebrow, turning back to her. Didn't she realize that she was about to be taken down by the Secret Police, her crime being public disturbance on the highest degree? These things... They really were puzzling, Zachari thought. They'd do something crazy and psycho one moment, then try to pass themselves off as normal citizens the next. Like we don't know a Matryoshka when we see one, Marc thought. "I've got a few questions I want to ask you..." The blunette continued. She frowned. "That is, if you'll listen to someone as crazy as me." Zachari turned so he fully faced her, his weapons still glowing in the dimly lit alley. Well, not so dimly lit. Not now, at any rate. "Not that you don't have your problem, seeing how much you scream at imaginary beings."

Fuck her, for calling me imaginary! Zachari only tightened his lips, narrowing his eyes a little. You should be more careful, he wanted to say. Don't you know that the scariest things are the ones we imagine? I'm not even imaginary! I'm real! Kick her ass for me, Marc hissed. Truth be told, he was tired from constantly fighting Zachari, and was highly unlikely to be coming out anytime soon. A good thing for Zachari, unless he got into a tough fight in which he needed some extra strength... Which really was the only good thing about Marc, in all honesty.

"Disarm yourself Zachari." It was Kurosu, another one of the Secret Police. Nodding his head slightly, Zachari relaxed as his aura weapons disappeared. The alley returned to gloom for a moment, but his eyes quickly adjusted. While this was happening, Kurosu grabbed the bat out of the Matryoshka's hands and flinging it aside. Then he picked up the Matryoshka, easily towering over her. "I believe you have the wrong impression, Matryoshka. You do not question the Secret Police. We question you." You have to be more like him! Zachari curled his hands into fists, but relaxed when his fellow Secret Police glanced at him. "You understand... I will need to be debriefed." Which was going to be hard to explain, but whatever. Zachari figured he could disappear for a while, let everything calm down, and show up again when Kurosu had more pressing things to worry about. "Not here. I have questions for this one," Kurosu added. Smart, Zachari thought. It also gives me more time to think of some clever excuse... Tell him the truth! Tell him how you want to kill him! That's not what I want to do. It's what you want to do. "And you must dress your... wounds." Another curt nod, then Zachari noticed Minato moving towards him.

“I can treat your wounds Zach-san,” he said. Zachari raised an eyebrow at him, but it sounded like a good idea. “I can help you when we find somewhere to rest okay?” Minato reached out and grabbed Zachari's bloody hands, but when they touched it felt weird. Zachari usually didn't have physically contact with others unless he was fighting them, and even then it was brief. Minato seemed to feel the same way, because he pulled away quickly. The boy glanced at the ground, only missing a blush, which would have made him look like something out of a book. Still, Zachari didn't fully trust him. Then again, did he trust anyone? It wasn't like he was perfectly sane, either. “I’m going to go after the two Martyoshka who left.” With that, Minato ran off. Zachari sighed, then glanced at Kurosu.

"I'll follow him, back-up. We can meet later." I assume you can handle yourself with this Matryoshka. It wasn't said, but it really didn't need to be. With that, Zachari shook his head and quickly walked to where Minato had disappeared, following the boy. You're following him?! The killer?! He could kill you in a second! Not really true, since neither Zachari nor Marc knew what Minato's power was anyway, but the message held true. Something was always a little off about Minato, something Zachari wasn't sure about. Something that was just plain unsettling. "Whatever," Zachari muttered to himself as he followed the other Secret Police.

Minato went quickly, the only sound a faint clack of his heels on the pavement. Several times Zachari was forced to stop and listen, doing his best to tune out Marc's protests. He thought he lost Minato once or twice, but he always managed to get back on track. Oddly enough, it was the sound of the Matryoshka that led him to Minato. It was a scream, one that sent the hair on Zachari's neck shoot right up. What did I tell you? You can't trust him! Marc screamed as Zachari sprinted to the source of the sound, creating three small daggers, just in case. He wasn't sure what he was preparing for, but it certainly wasn't a group of blue butterflies eating a Matryoshka alive. Zachari's eyes spun around, then landed on Minato. Zachari ran forward, almost tackling Minato.

"Stop it! Now!" Zachari demanded. He shoved Minato back before looking at the Matryoshka. They were Annoyance and the pink-haired girl, who was currently getting eaten alive. Zachari grit his teeth, not one hundred percent sure what he was supposed to do. This wasn't exactly something they taught you in the academy. Running out of options, Zachari carefully threw one of his daggers, which nailed one of the butterflies from hell and landed in the ground. Spinning on his heel, Zachari turned back to Minato and grabbed him by his shirt. "Stop it, or I'll kill you," he hissed. For a second his eyes flashed brown, but they returned green within a millisecond. Meanwhile, Marc was cackling.

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Kyler Rocco

What time could it be? Kyler looked up with his hands resting behind the back of his head as he walked. The moon was shining a little lower in the sky than it had a few hours ago. It must be sometime after midnight. He wasn't feeling tired, though. Ever since he got hit with this Matryoshka disease, he'd been pretty nocturnal. Maybe it was a side-effect. Or it could just be because it was the only time he could get out without having to worry about the entire city ganging up against him. He didn't like to be ridiculed or outcast. He had enough of that as a normal human. Now it was just terrible. Somehow, though--probably the crazy part of him--decided that the normals' words didn't matter. He was good enough as is. And, well, he'd show them all some day.

"Boss!"

"Oh, come on," he mumbled under his breath. Here he was, thinking he was finally able to get away from the circus and here was another bounding up to him. Kyler barely had a chance to look behind him before nearly being tackled in a tightly-held hug. He didn't bother hugging her back, just hung his arms limply at his sides and stared behind her with an annoyed expression. Girls, he thought with a roll of his eyes.

He was glad when she finally let him go. "I'm back. I didn't die I guess." she said. Did he ever manage to catch her name? Well, then, Kitty would have to do. It suited her, at least. And he supposed she still didn't know his name. It's Kyler, you idiot. But he wasn't too objectionable to being called Boss, either, so correcting her was really all that necessary. Although, he had an itching feeling that the blond Secret Police guy back there was referring to him when saying Annoyance. "So avoiding people eh? I wont let you leave that easily." Of course she wouldn't. Nobody would. Weird day. Well, weirder than normal, that is.

"Yeah, well, I like the company," Kyler said, grumbling mostly. I prefer staying away from you creatures. Because everyone who wasn't him was a creature--human, normal, Matryoshka, it didn't matter. "Why didn't you follow me?" he asked her, raising an eyebrow and trying to figure out what reason she could possibly have to want to follow him after all that excitement back there. He was actually surprised Pikachu didn't follow him as well. He paused, thinking he heard something behind them. Maybe he thought too soon.

He glanced lazily behind him, watching in mild confusion as a few odd-looking butterflies flew up to them. There was something...off about them, though. They didn't look normal. They were going awfully fast, too, and... Who was that kid back there? A normal? No, Kyler was sure he'd seen him in passing back at the alleyway. Oh, this wasn't going to be good. Not at-- The butterfly chomped into Kitty. He jumped in surprise, too shocked to think of anything. His first instinct as two of them flew at him was to swat it, but one bit into his hand. "What the hell is this?" he shouted, waving his hand up and down in pain. It wasn't helping anything. Seeing Kitty in trouble, Kyler grabbed a butterfly that was latched on her by the wings, ripped it in half, then threw it to the ground and stomped on it. He then smacked his hand into the wall to smash the one on his hand. "Ow ow! It fucking...!" Hurts!

Wincing and whining, Kyler looked over at Kitty, trying to hold back his tears of pain. Were the butterflies gone? Those weren't normal! Those were monsters! Scary, deadly, flesh-eating monsters! They surely would of killed them. Were there more? "You're not okay?" Are you okay? He looked around again to see if there were any more and his eyes landed on the two far away, laying on the ground. Zachari looked like he was trying to kill that kid. Zachari. Zachari. He must be the cause of this! That jerk! That...that freak! He didn't like them, so he must of created those freakish butterfly creatures! Kyler hesitantly stomped towards the two Secret Police, making sure Kitty was still nearby him--just as an extra precaution, he didn't actually care for her well-being or anything! "What the hell!? That could of kept us alive!" He looked at them, scared. Maybe provoking the two wasn't such a grand idea. He looked at Zachari, ignoring the knife he held at the kid's throat. "You...why wouldn't you do that?"

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Kuragai Smith

As soon as Kura had started walking up to Innocent and Mr. Scary Leader the pink-haired Matryoshka retreated, which he gave a slight smile at, at least the Matryoshka could sense when the getting was good, but sadly Blue didn't go with her, staying to apprantly ask Zach, or Angel, some questions. Not smart. Korosu walked past Kura, more ionterested in them girl than he was in Kura, which he didn't mind at all, Kura believed Korosu as a good leader but when it came to making people feel at ease he was abismal. Minato, who earlier seemed concerned for Kura's safty glared at him in a way that made Idiot shudder slightly, he wasn't as bad as Mr. Scary Leader but he had his moments when Innocent didn't match him, this being one of them.
I hate that kid...
"You hate everyone Serious" Kura mumbled to himself after Innocent walked past him going to Korosu and Zach, who had now made his green arua weapon dissepear
Yeah? So what? There's something wrong about him
"No there isn't... you're just being paranoid again! We wouldn't have called him Innocent if he wasn't"
You decided that on your own, i had no choice but to agree
"Heh"

The mini argument now finished Kura walked over to the group, Korosu holding up Blue, throwing her bat away and Minato helping with Zach's wounds. Kura walked over to where the metal bat had fallen and picked it up, seeing no massive denta in the metal, though the scorch mark still remained, he might try and get those off later if Blue let him. He walked back over to find that Innocent had gone, hearing fom the edge of his hearing him saying he was going to go and get the other two Matryoshka.
"Ah crap..." Idiot whispered. Then he saw Zach get up and go after him, which both worried and eased Kura, hopefully Devil wouldn't show up. For now though Kura decided to stay, not really trusting Korosu to act kindly to Blue.
"Uh Korosu... call me an idiot but i don't think Matryoshka talk if they are being threatened... we want to make our job easier right" he looked at Blue straight in the eyes with a message somewhere along the lines of
'I'll try and get you out of this, he's dangerous'
"Hah!"Serious laughed, this was very rare you do like her... or him as she said earlier
Idiot didn't respond, missing a blush by the skin of his teeth.

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Piki Carhop

Piki frowned suddenly as she felt her bat being taken away. It was thrown to the side and she turned angrily. Who would take away her bat? It was the only thing she had to defend herself! It was unfair for her to not have a weapon in order to defend herself. Didn't everyone else have weapons? She suddenly realized that she was alone in the weapon carrying department, unless you counted Fancy's randomly appearing weapons. She scratched her head awkwardly, reverting to her usual self. Next thing she knew, she was slung over someone's shoulder and he was giving her a stern talking to. She began to squirm, angrily. This wouldn't do! This wouldn't do at all! She couldn't dance with him while she was on his shoulder.

"Oi Oi Oi!!! Put me down you lumbering oaf!" She began to complain loudly. She growled just a little and eventually gave up. There was no way that this big guy would let her go... That was a good name for him, Big Guy. It was simple, fitting, and just silly enough to work. She let her arms dangle as she quietly complained about her bat, mostly stating that someone would die if it had been injured any further. Suddenly, her eyes moved upward as she saw Kura walk up. She stuck her tongue out at him, just complaining in a way. Everyone else had run off to do... Something... And now the three of them were just standing about, herself over Big Guy's shoulder and Kura actually being nice...

"I never got to tell you my name Kura...," Piki mumbled, "I am P-Binary! Just Binary. And in case you forgot, I am a boy! Because earlier you were the one who called me a 'her' and I do NOT appreciate such silly talk! I mean really! Just look at me." She crossed her arms from her upside-down state, pouting slightly. "Me... A girl. Ha! Oh! And Tell Big Guy here he's making my pants fall down! They were too big in the first place and being over his shoulder isn't helping anything! Do you hear me Big Guy! Pants-Falling-Down!!!" She treated Big Guy as though he were an idiot, mostly because big people are associated with being unintelligent. She start to squirm again, swing her arms back and forth. Soon, she just started singing something random.