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Chapter Two: A White Century
<i>.....</i> Silence sinks in. <i>.....................</i> Byakuran is at a loss for what to say next. He has taken on a gaping fish expression and is frozen in place.
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<center><b>(Kazuya, Quintus, H20, Bartz, and Florina)</b></center> <i>I know none of you are the people you currently claim to be ...</i> He mutters. Byakuran is startled by the speech that was just given, but his idle flames guard him from what has been said. His flames expand to suffocate any budding feelings. To the point where other flame intuitive people can likely feel it. He then atypically scowls and his face becomes stony. A countenance that causes his best friend, Soichi, to nervously look away. He doesn't mind. <i>What if I'm already a cold bastard? </i> Byakuran dispassionately asks. <i>What if my flames ruined me by showing everything and rendering everything boring before I even began highschool? What if I already knew all the ways I could die down to the most common case of flu and death no longer disturbed me? </i> He continues to ask as his voice raises. <i>What if I already felt so much so many times over and have known so many iterations of the same person that I can't bring myself to care anymore?</i> He finally shouts to you, your friends, and the nightly breeze. After Byakuran is done he takes a few heaving breaths to collect himself. He curls his upper body over as he does so and places his hands on his knees to ease the intake of air. He also closes his eyes after to not have to look at anything. <div class='edited'>(edited by Byakuran)</div>
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<center><b>(Kazuya)</b></center> A wine glass shatters on the floor spilling a ruby drink that mixes with the coppery red of blood. Silence envelopes the surrounding space. On the floor is the body of the party host. A few feet away lies his head with a cleanly severed neck. You killed Byakuran but at what cost. Was it worth the angel-winged ring with a golden gem at its center that now lies beside your feet? The guests that merrily chatted around him are certainly not happy and one quickly fires a bullet at your chest. In an attempt to live up to the promise of loyalty that maintains the peace of the mafia world. Two other guests take this as a cue to begin arming themselves to finish the job. You have violated the peace and now any upstanding mafioso must restore it by ending you. <div class='edited'>(edited by Byakuran)</div>
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<center><b>(Kazuya)</b></center> <i>Oooh someone is real mad.</i> Byakuran chuckles at his obvious observation of you and casually waves a hand. Upon seeing his gesture a few guests that had been walking towards you just as suddenly slink back into the party. Byakuran is the only one that sticks around for the clear amusement of this situation. Placing the rim of his wine glass against his upper lip, he almost appears to consider your request. <i>I believe I already gave you Bluebell in the last loop. Now it's not my problem if you didn't specify whether you wanted her dead or alive or if you failed to search her corpse for what you needed.</i> Byakuran pets you on the head. <i>Sorry kid, but if you want to get anything else from me then you and your little group of warm fuzzy friends need to get better at this game.</i>
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<center><b>(Toki, Kazuya, and Quintus)</b></center> Byakuran innocently smiles at the suspicion presented. <i>We have all come so far together and trust can still be earned if you lay down those -</i> He is cut off by the tying of silky, white thread around his limbs. His eyes widen with surprise only to slink into a dissatisfied gaze. Though he displays no fear at the sudden wrappings it is apparent that they are a cause for annoyance. <i>I was actually starting to enjoy this routine of ours.</i> With an aggrieved sigh, he allows the silky wrapping to grab at his body until he tied up in pure white. The silk then pulls him up toward an already formed cacoon on the ceiling and delicately places him at the center the cacoon's intricacies. Byakuran shouts one more thing before the cacoon completely closes. <i>Next time we end this game~</i> The cacoon seals shut and white light emenates from the surface of Byakuran's shelter. <center><i>(Everyone)</i></center> Soon enough ... The chime of a grandfather clock is heard in the distance signaling the midnight hour. The manor starts to crumble to pieces around you.
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<center><b>(Kazuya)</b></center> Your blade commences the overhead slash but finds resistance from the light blue fire that makes up the hand. The touch of steel against it makes the hands attempt to completly encircle much more difficult. Yet, you are not out of the hand either since the blade merely slows down the movement rather than entirely stop it. The other hand catches on nothing and fades into harmless waves of heat afterward. <i><center>(Kazuya, Toki, Quintus)</center></i> Byakuran's right hand remains clenched to maintain his ghostly extension. While his other hands opens in a diplomatic expression to reciprocate the interesting offer presented to him. His wings instantly droop from his back as if lulled and his intensity gives way to the childlike mirth presented earlier. It's near unbelievable how quick his terse smile is able to unravel into a carefree grin. He immediately responds. <i>It is great that you are all beginning to see reason.</i> His right hand clenches more and the ghostly hand remaining mimicks. <i>Alas after all this fighting I don't know if I could trust all of you so easily now. I would need a show of good faith from each or at least an agreement that none of you will stick me with a sword anytime soon~</i> Byakuran side-eyes the one who has remained noticeably quiet. <i>And don't think I haven't noticed the brewing of night flames there. What was the plan with that? To use them against me and then damn yourself or both at the same time? Oh well doesn't matter so much anymore, but i'll need an extra show of faith from you.</i> <center><i>(Florina)</i></center> You find a stray step ladder further back in the library and decide to persue the venture of climbing it. With all the attention focused on negotiong between the two groups you manage to climb the step ladder into a hidden floor within the library. Around you are even more books, but these ones have the feel of actual power to them with one inside the biggest shelf standing out from the rest. Though you are not alone. In front of you is a purple haired youth wearing a collar anda black jacket with the same symbol that Byakuran is currently equipped with. The youth stoically stands in front of you, but there is no indication that he has actually percieved your presence for now.
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<center><b>(Kazuya, Toki, Quintus, and Florina)</b></center> <i>I don't fall for the same tricks twice.</i> Byakuran serenely states this. Then he opens up both his hands and the light blue flames that ignited on his forhead spread to his open palms. Once in his palms the flames create a larger mimicry of his hands that stretch out from immediate reach. These larger phantom hands stretch past Byukuran's close vicitiny and motion to grasp onto the two that moved first to attack him. If the grab is successful then Byakuran will close his hands and close the phantom hands into a pianful grip. In an attempt to squeeze the life out of his targets. Meanwhile, a pillow fort is successfully built but alas no secret passageways are revealed within the library. The bees that had originally delivered a letter to you have been crushed against a wall by the previously sent out shockwaves.
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<center><b>(Toki, Kazuya, Florina, and Quintus)</b></center> <i>It was all for nothing.</i> Byakuran announces after taking in your words with a strained smile. His right hand cups the side of his face and his body convulses from a beginning fit of silent laughter. His uncovered eye twitches with each additional round of laughter. While the room's temperature plumments to the point of allowing frost formation at the edges of the once warm fire. Zakuro hesitantly moves closer to his boss and asks. <i>Byakuran are you okay?</i> No response is given to his concerned inquiry. Before Zakuro can ask anything else he is flung back into a bookshelf to the far left of the room. The man hits the bookshelf hard and it crumples under the force. In Zakuro's place are inky black wings that have jutted out from Byakuran's back. The wings spasm with the laughter and the feathers at the edge of the wings form fiery claws at random. <i>I practically destroyed this world just to become the ruler of it and its nothing but a fantasy.</i> Byakuran serenly states. <i>Its a tiny island in the middle of another planet.</i> Byakuran's uncovered eye contorts into a pinprick of anguish. <i>Change of plans~</i> The laughter stops and Byakuran's inky wings poise themselves over his head. <i>You will all become a part of my family and teach me more. So much more. As much as my most recent additions did~</i> Byakuran raises the finger with a ring on it and launches a powerful shockwave to blast you and your allies directly. Zakuro has recovered by now, but wisely remains laying on the floor to avoid the looming onslaught.
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<center><b>(Kazuya, Toki, Quintus, Florina)</b></center> Byakuran's eyes narrow on you and your group as his hands tightly grip the edges of his seat. <i>No No you told me a lot of fascinating things and I want to know more~</i> Byakuran's stance is now rigid. The temperature of the room itself feels as if it just dropped in that same moment. <i>Tell me more~</i> Zakuro tenses with the change of atmosphere. Only then do a swarm of bees arrive dropping a sheet of paper on the floor.
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<center><b>(Florina)</b></center> The red head lethargically sprawls himself on the cushioned floor. He asks with a tired tone. <i>Are the Dog Man books some sort of manga or comic?</i> He rolls his eyes up to look at you. <i>Hmm believe we already burned down Japan and the US, Idjit.</i> <center><b>(Florina, Kazuya, Quintus, Toki)</b></center> <i>Whats the rush my guests. We have all the time in the world to finish our little games. Or should I say all the time in many parallel worlds~</i> Byakuran playfully winks at you and tosses his marshmellow encrusted stick at your group. He then rests against his chair and prods the body of the man laying next to him with his foot. <i>Zakuroooo you should introduce yourself to our guests instead of relying on me to do all the niceties.</i> He whines. The red head a.k.a Zakuro closes his eyes and groans with annoyance before bothering to say much else. <i>I'm the man that will get to kill one of you today. Though looking at how scrawny you all are it seems like a waste of time. Maybe one of you could consider self sacrifice so I could be spared the work.</i> Zakuro lets his head drop to the floor as if to mimic sleep.

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