[Fanfic] The Wicked [Chapter 13]
Title: The Wicked [Chapter 13]
Rating: T
Warnings: AU, slight OOC, and as it's a semi-musical based on a not so very popular broadway musical, it can be confusing.
Summary: The Citizens of Deimon are celebrating the death of a man they deemed Wicked. But is there more to it than what it seems? Could something bigger had happened behind the scenes? Semi-based on the Broadway Musical "Wicked" and is a semi-Musical. HiruMamo and SenaSuzu.
Disclaimers: I do not own the characters and the lyrics used here (despite the modifications). They belong to their respective owners!
Notes: As I left you guys in a pretty bad cliffhanger, I did a NaNoWriMo and pretty much wrote the chapter with the aim to get it done without caring too much about the details. Still another cliffhanger ahead but it shouldn't be that bad, I hope. Do let me know if you find any parts of this story off.
And thank you so much to those commenting and supporting this story! I really wasn't expecting much support, considering it's a musical. But I'm glad all the same. A big hug to moodylollipop for the non-stop poking to get this chapter done.
Song used here is "No Good Deed" from Wicked. Listen to it here. Enjoy!
"..." - Conversation
Italics - Singing
Bold - Singer
(...) - Actions while singing
~*~
Mamori clenched her fist, though she could not see where he was exactly. “Hiruma...” she whispered, as softly as she could, slowly taking a few steps towards him.
But to Hiruma, he could hear her voice break with emotions, and instantly the memory of hearing her cry when he last left her filled his mind. In anger, whether at her or at himself, he said, “You shouldn’t be here... You-”
Mamori suddenly rushed forward and smacked Hiruma at his left temple. She was probably aiming for his cheek but the darkness made it hard for her to aim. “You!” she hissed, anger seething in her voice as Hiruma touched his temple in surprise. “You... you... idiot!”
He could tell Mamori was doing her best to keep as quiet as possible, and was shaking in anger trying to keep her anger as suppressed as possible. “Kekeke, did you feel better after doing that?” he asked.
“No! But you deserved it!” she whispered angrily, hugging herself to keep from shaking. “You... left me! I begged for you to come back and you left me! We were all so worried about you and I... I... we all felt horrible when you left! And now you... standing there! You’re such a hypocrite!”
Hiruma smiled softly into the darkness. “You’re right... I am a fucking hypocrite,” he admitted, a bit too easily. “So what do you want from me? An apology?”
“No, an explanation,” said Mamori, as her body slowly began to shake less violently. “I think we deserve the right to know why you left us.”
Hiruma looked at her shaking figure, contemplated for a moment, then began to walk towards the back door. “It’d take a while to explain and we don’t have the time for that,” he said, cocking his head to listen for any signs of other human presences that might be the police. “Right now, we need to bust the fucking old man out.”
Mamori was silent for a few moments, but Hiruma heard her take a few deep breaths. “Right,” she finally said, approaching him. He noticed she was rubbing her eyes, but by now her shaking had completely stopped. “We need to save Musashi. I’ve asked around and found out about the layout of this station. I have an idea of how we could go in without attracting too much unwanted attention for a certain amount of time.”
Hiruma grinned. Mamori might be emotional, but she knew how to focus and that was good. “Let’s hear it then.”
Later into the night, the number of policemen dwindled. The atmosphere was relaxed and carefree as though they had nothing to worry about. It was generally a peaceful little town and they were not used to much commotion in the station at night, so when all the lights suddenly went off, chaos broke out among them and most of them fell, tripping over one another in the panic.
The lights came back on just as suddenly and Mamori ran forward, checking on each of the fallen policemen. “That was dangerous! They could have fallen and really injured themselves!” cried Mamori as she got one man to lie on his back.
“Keh, they’ll be fine, stop worrying about it,” said Hiruma, emerging from another door. “Just checked the circuit box. I have a better idea of how the locks work. None of these guys have access to the top floors, right? Stop fussing about them and come here!”
Mamori pouted, but once she felt certain no one was injured, she followed Hiruma to one of the doors that led to the stairs. It was obviously locked tight but beside it was a panel with numbered buttons. “The policeman who has the key to the top floors has left. For a world that’s trying to develop magic, they still depend on machinery like these.”
“They’re more reliable than magic,” explained Hiruma, he nodded at Mamori, who then pulled out a laptop from the big backpack she had been carrying. “What I did to those guys was a huge risk and could’ve backfired,” he said as he pulled out a couple of cords he found around in the room with the circuit box.
Mamori looked at him worriedly as he plugged into the security system and to Mamori’s laptop. “You still haven’t explained how you’re able to do that. It scared me stiff.”
Hiruma’s expression turned grim as he booted Mamori’s laptop and set straight to work. “I told you I had to leave you because I didn’t want to hurt anyone anymore. Actually, I left it all to learn all that.”
“Learn all...” Mamori whispered. “Hiruma, what do you...?”
“I’m a demon,” said Hiruma, in such a matter of fact tone that she thought that he could be joking. Hiruma stopped typing to look at Mamori’s expression, which still remained as curious as ever. “Okay, I’m half a demon.”
“You’re serious,” said Mamori, taking in a deep breath. “How did you know this?”
Hiruma went back to work, distracting himself. “That Fucking Mutt actually belonged to my father... my REAL father who was a demon,” he said a little too bitterly, but then cackled. “Turns out I didn’t get these looks from nowhere.”
“How did you know that he was your father?” she asked.
“He kept a fucking journal,” he grinned. “Keh, isn’t that fucking stupid? A demon keeping a journal? He did it to pen down every single detail of his success in finally gaining enough power to control human beings. Fucker was so proud of every little achievement he had to write it down. Wrote down everything… including his success wooing my mother.”
“Your mother?” said Mamori in surprise.
“Yep,” said Hiruma nonchalantly, vigorously typing away. “By the way, your laptop sucks. Needs more RAM.”
“Stop changing the subject!” cried Mamori, who took another deep breath. Being in this current situation was not doing well to her nerves. “You still haven’t explained how you learnt all this.”
“Well, it makes sense doesn’t it?” said Hiruma calmly as he kept typing. “I figured out that this man was definitely my father, and the reason why I’m able to do magic beyond anyone’s fucking ability to comprehend is because of him. Then I saw he had a lot of books on spells he created especially for his own powers. So I decided I had to equip myself and finally learn how to use my own powers...”
“So you locked yourself away,” Mamori completed, looking down. “You lied to us because what you did could’ve been dangerous, and if we knew about this, we might have stopped you...”
Hiruma grinned. “Good to see that you understand that. So now you know why I did it.”
Hiruma didn’t look inclined to continue, but Mamori knew there was something missing. “Is that all?”
Hiruma raised his eyebrows as he looked at Mamori. “What do you mean?”
Mamori shrugged. “I don’t know. I can see why you did it, but I can’t help but think you have a bigger reason for why you’re doing this. Can’t you at least-”
There was the sound of a beep and the door unlocked. Hiruma closed Mamori’s laptop and grinned at her, “You shouldn’t talk so much, you’re so fucking distracting.”
Mamori scowled as she walked up the stairs with Hiruma in the lead. “Well, at least your attitude’s still pretty much the same. Though...” she hesitated.
It was Hiruma’s turn to look curiously at her, although his steps never faltered. “What?”
“I feel as though you’re a lot stronger now than before,” she finished. “You’re a lot more confident and you seem to have better control of your powers. None of the policemen were seriously injured after all. So maybe you leaving might have been a good thing...”
Hiruma stayed silent. It was true, he was more confident and it was good that the spell worked. But it did take a toll on him, and he felt some nausea creeping up on him. He pushed the feeling away, thinking that now Mamori was with him, he had to be extra careful to make sure that she, too, was safe. “You said only the fucking old man is in Deimon’s prison?” he asked her.
Mamori nodded. “Almost all of the law breakers that have been caught recently have just been sent to the Zokuto district. They have better facilities there to handle them.” They finally reached a door, and realized they had to go down a corridor to get to the next flight of stairs where the prisoners were kept.
As they walked down the corridor with numerous doors on both sides, a thought crossed Mamori’s mind. “You can use your powers to unlock these doors, can’t you?” she spoke aloud. “Yet you’re not... that means you also have a limit to how much magic you can use.”
Hiruma grinned, thinking, ‘She really is too smart for her own good.’ He didn’t reply, but Mamori understood perfectly well that what she had said was right.
“I heard you dated that Fucking Dreads when I left,” said Hiruma, grinning wickedly as he glanced behind him to where Mamori trailed behind.
Mamori blushed. “It’s not what you think! Things were getting weird whenever Agon was around, and then there was something wrong with Suzuna... so I thought that the only way I could get more information was by…” She stopped, not wanting to even mention it.
Hiruma raised his eyebrows, his wicked grin still plastered across his face. “Didn’t know you were such a sneaky woman.”
“Oh, stop it you!” she replied angrily. “I admit it wasn’t the best decision. If possible, I would much rather have been out searching for you.”
“Well, that would have been a fucking waste of time,” said Hiruma. “You were right to stay behind. I bet those fucking shorties needed you anyways. So let me guess, you left because you couldn’t stand that Fucking Dread anymore?”
Mamori nodded. “He was nice to me... but he was terrible to others. I couldn’t just stand there and pretend I knew nothing. I had to leave.”
“Did you notice anything else strange about him?” he asked her.
It was an odd question that piqued Mamori’s curiosity but she knew this wasn’t the time or place to question him further. “I did notice that he has this strange habit of keeping one hand in his pocket... I feel as though he’s keeping something precious in there, but I’m not sure... Other than that, I know he’s hiding a lot of secrets. But even as his girlfriend, he refused to tell me anything.”
Hiruma winced a little when Mamori mentioned being HIS, the Fucking Dreads’, girlfriend. The image just didn’t sit well with him. But he brushed aside his feelings and turned his thoughts on what Mamori had just said, pondering deeply on what that could mean.
They finally found the steps that led to the top floor, and was surprised to find that the door to those steps was not locked. Hiruma knew then that this must be a trap. “There could be an alarm on this,” he said.
“It could be triggered once we open the door,” said Mamori, as she stood next to Hiruma to inspect the door. “We might be able to hack into this one but I don’t know if we could override the alarm system...” Her brow furrowed as she looked at Hiruma askance.
He shook his head. “Demons don’t use magic on electronics. They’re good at manipulating people and certain elements, but not electronics. I don’t know a spell to check for the existence of any alarm, or even if there is, I wouldn’t know how to disable it.” He calculated the amount of time they had taken and realized that time was definitely running out. “We’ve got no choice. We have to rush in and bust that Fucking Old Man out.”
“But that’s dangerous!” cried Mamori.
“Look, either way someone out there will notice that this building has been strangely quiet for too long. We’ve wasted too much time already,” he said, concentrating on the door and recalculating what little time they had with their current plan. “If there is an alarm, we might have enough time to break the fucking old man out. But getting us out might be tricky...”
Mamori looked at him and then at the floor, her heart beating so hard, knowing he was right and there was no other choice. “If that happens...” she said. “Leave it to me.”
Hiruma looked at her in surprise. “You... what are you-?”
“There’s no time to argue!” She grabbed Hiruma’s hand and looked right back at him seriously. “We discussed this earlier, didn’t I? That at the last moment to just leave it to me? Look, we have no time!”
Hiruma looked at his hand, barely enclosed in Mamori’s small ones. “You’d better not be doing something fucking stupid...” he growled as he held Mamori’s hand tightly. Then he looked at the door before them, and opened it.
If there was an alarm, it did not make any noise. But they both knew better than to linger. They quickly ran up the stairs and the moment they reached the corridor, Mamori screamed out, “Musashi! Musashi! Where are you?”
They kept running, and realized that instead of bars, there was nothing but electronically locked doors. Then they heard Musashi call out from down the corridor to their right, “Mamori!?”
Two policemen ran up to them, shouting. Hiruma cursed. The radius of his spell didn’t extend that far after all. They were shooting directly at Hiruma and Mamori, but Mamori had raised a force field by then and the bullets deflected. Hiruma pulled out his own shotgun and aimed at them, nodding at Mamori to drop the force field. The moment she did, he shot two rounds, shooting both policemen on their right thighs. Mamori cringed at the sound and the sight, but Hiruma grabbed her hand and they ran down the corridor to their right, searching for Musashi.
They heard frantic knocking on one of the doors and knew he was in there. Mamori had pulled out her laptop before they could even stop properly in front of the door. There was a small peeking window at the top of the door, and Musashi’s eyes peeked from the other side, looking anxious. “Mamori?! What are you... HIRUMA?!” he cried when he caught sight of Hiruma’s blonde hair.
“Hey, Fucking Old Man...” said Hiruma, grinning as he quickly began to type on the laptop as Mamori plugged the connection to the door’s lock. “Miss me?”
“What’s going on, Mamori?” Musashi asked, the moment she stood up.
“Calm down, Musashi, we’re breaking you out,” said Mamori, taking deep breaths to calm herself down.
“Are you two out of your minds?! You both could get caught! This could all be a trap!”
“Think we didn’t know that by now?” sneered Hiruma, eyes still glued to the laptop.
“You were being transferred away because of us,” said Mamori. “And they were accusing you of all these lies. We couldn’t just sit back and let that happen!”
Musashi sighed. He wanted to ask them so many things, like how did they find each other, how did they manage to handle the other police without causing a commotion until now. But the both of them were in no state to answer his questions.
There was a click, Mamori pulled the door open and gave Musashi a quick hug. He cringed and groaned a little when she did this, that Mamori pulled away and cried, “You’re hurt!”
“Nothing serious,” Musashi protested. “I’m not sure what they did to me but I’m pretty drained. We have no time to worry about that. We have to leave now!”
Mamori nodded as they both approached Hiruma. Hiruma collected the laptop and was about to run with them when they heard doors bursting open down one of the corridors. “Oh no...” Mamori whispered. “They’re here!”
Hiruma looked at Musashi’s prison cell and noted the barred window. He ran towards it and saw there was a tree just near the building. They might be able to escape through that way. He grabbed his shotgun, uttered a spell, and took a shot. The window blasted open.
Mamori jumped when Hiruma took that shot. But when she saw the blasted window, and the tree in the distance, she understood. She grabbed Musashi’s hand and urged him back inside. “Quickly, you have to go!”
“The tree is a bit too far below us,” explained Hiruma. “It’s quite a stretch and-”
“I’ll distract them!” Mamori cried, pushing the two of them towards the window. “You both have to leave now!”
“Are you fucking crazy?!” cried Hiruma, glaring at her. “They’ll catch you and-”
“Even if they do, my punishment won’t be as severe as the both of you!” Mamori glared back. “I told you to leave this to me, didn’t I? We don’t have a choice right now! There was a reason I was looking for you! I knew that as long as you’re safe, there might still be a chance to end all this. Please!” She held on to Hiruma’s jacket and looked down to hide the tears brimming in her eyes. “Just go! I’ll find a way to get back to you, but please!”
Hiruma bit his lip, trying hard to suppress the anger he felt from her words. He grabbed her shoulders and made her look at him. “You are the biggest fucking idiot I have ever met. But if you take your own fucking sweet time, I’ll come back and drag you out if I have to.”
Mamori’s eyes gleamed with hope for a moment, but the sound of the police came closer and she pulled herself away from Hiruma to quickly close the door and set up a shield, barring them out. Barely a few seconds later, there was banging, shooting and knocking on the door and Mamori stood her ground, making sure the shield stayed on. “Go!” she cried.
Hiruma gave one last look at her, and then grabbed Musashi by the wrist. Musashi stared at Mamori with concern. “You’re not seriously staying...” he murmured, to which Mamori gave a strained smile.
Before Musashi could say another word, he felt himself being pulled by gravity. Hiruma had jumped and taken Musashi with him. Then he felt the branches and leaves slap him all over his body, but the impact was not as hard as he thought it should be. He heard Hiruma murmuring something and the next thing he knew, they had both fallen on the ground. Musashi felt pain creeping in, but he realized the impact was still not as bad as he had prepared himself for, though he still felt worn.
He checked on Hiruma and noticed that he was breathing hard, sweating and looked sickly. Then Hiruma got up on unsteady feet and urged Musashi to follow him to the back of the station, into the shadows. Once there, Hiruma murmured something again and looked even worst. “What are you doing?” Musashi asked.
“I need to know... where they’re taking her...” he whispered.
Musashi opened his mouth, thinking now should be the time to get some answers, when he heard a man shout at a distance, probably the front of the station, “We got the girl! We found her up there!”
“How is she?” cried another man.
“Weak and pretty worn down. Looks like she really has been enchanted.”
“How about the prisoner?”
“Gone. Probably with the demon.”
“Dammit.”
“What do we do with the girl?”
“We received orders to take her to Amino to be studied and freed from this enchantment. Whatever she says, don’t believe her. We don’t know if she’s still under that demon’s control. If she continues to display signs of being under control, she may be locked up and tortured to help free her from that spell.”
“Tortured?!” gasped Musashi. Then he realized that they did the same thing to him too... “Hiruma, this isn’t good. They might just...”
Hiruma got up and grabbed Musashi’s wrist again, and was dragging him so fast that everything around him seem to blur. Be it from how weak he was, Musashi wasn’t sure, but the next thing he knew, he was in front of a dark looming house and felt his wrist freed. Catching a glimpse of Hiruma rushing into it, Musashi followed suit and noticed he had gone to the basement. Hiruma had grabbed a book and was flipping through the pages, looking panicked and very unwell. He then stopped at one page, and began to mutter out loud.
[Hiruma]
Eleka nahmen nahmen
Ah tum ah tum eleka nahmen
Eleka nahmen nahmen
Ah tum ah tum eleka nahmen
Let her flesh not be torn
Let her blood leave no stain
If they beat her
May she feel no pain
Let her bones never break
And however they try
To destroy her
Let her never die
Let her never die
Eleka nahmen nahmen
Ah tum ah tum eleka nahmen
Eleka nahmen nahmen
Ah tum ah tum eleka... eleka... URGH!
What good is this chanting?
I don't even know what I'm reading!
I don't even know what trick I ought to try
Mamori, where are you?
Are you in pain or bleeding?
One more disaster I can add to my
Generous supply!
Musashi watched in surprise as Hiruma slammed the book shut in anger, looking clearly disturbed
[Hiruma] (eyes darkened)
No good deed goes unpunished
No act of charity goes unresented
No good deed goes unpunished
That's my new creed
My road of good intentions
Led where such roads always lead
No good deed
Goes unpunished!
Hiruma placed one hand over his eyes, trying to remain calm as Musashi slowly approached him.
[Hiruma]
Mother...
Please, forgive me too
Mamori...
MAMORI!
“Hiruma, stay calm,” said Musashi, placing a hand on Hiruma’s shoulder. “You did your best, there was nothing you could...”
Hiruma moved away from him.
[Hiruma]
One question haunts and hurts
Too much, too much to mention
Was I really seeking good
Or just seeking attention?
Is that all good deeds are
When looked at with an ice-cold eye?
If that's all good deeds are
Maybe that's the reason why
There was suddenly a demonic grin on Hiruma’s face as he felt certain of what all this meant now. There was no denying who he is, no hiding in the shadows no longer. Musashi watched in horror as a dark aura clouded Hiruma.
[Hiruma]
No good deed goes unpunished
All helpful urges should be circumvented
No good deed goes unpunished
Sure, I meant well,
Well, look at what well-meant did!
All right, enough!
So be it
So be it, then
Let all Deimon be agreed
I'm wicked through and through
If I can not succeed
Mamori, saving you
I promise no good deed
Will I attempt to do again
Ever again
No good deed
Will I do again!
~*~
Extra Notes: Just in case some of you found the musical part confusing, let me explain. Hiruma goes a little maniacal here as he comes to realize that no matter what he does, someone around him will get hurt. Thus he's decided that instead of worrying about others, he'll just take matters into his own hands. Hope that helps!
Chapter 12 | Chapter 14
Rating: T
Warnings: AU, slight OOC, and as it's a semi-musical based on a not so very popular broadway musical, it can be confusing.
Summary: The Citizens of Deimon are celebrating the death of a man they deemed Wicked. But is there more to it than what it seems? Could something bigger had happened behind the scenes? Semi-based on the Broadway Musical "Wicked" and is a semi-Musical. HiruMamo and SenaSuzu.
Disclaimers: I do not own the characters and the lyrics used here (despite the modifications). They belong to their respective owners!
Notes: As I left you guys in a pretty bad cliffhanger, I did a NaNoWriMo and pretty much wrote the chapter with the aim to get it done without caring too much about the details. Still another cliffhanger ahead but it shouldn't be that bad, I hope. Do let me know if you find any parts of this story off.
And thank you so much to those commenting and supporting this story! I really wasn't expecting much support, considering it's a musical. But I'm glad all the same. A big hug to moodylollipop for the non-stop poking to get this chapter done.
Song used here is "No Good Deed" from Wicked. Listen to it here. Enjoy!
"..." - Conversation
Italics - Singing
Bold - Singer
(...) - Actions while singing
~*~
Mamori clenched her fist, though she could not see where he was exactly. “Hiruma...” she whispered, as softly as she could, slowly taking a few steps towards him.
But to Hiruma, he could hear her voice break with emotions, and instantly the memory of hearing her cry when he last left her filled his mind. In anger, whether at her or at himself, he said, “You shouldn’t be here... You-”
Mamori suddenly rushed forward and smacked Hiruma at his left temple. She was probably aiming for his cheek but the darkness made it hard for her to aim. “You!” she hissed, anger seething in her voice as Hiruma touched his temple in surprise. “You... you... idiot!”
He could tell Mamori was doing her best to keep as quiet as possible, and was shaking in anger trying to keep her anger as suppressed as possible. “Kekeke, did you feel better after doing that?” he asked.
“No! But you deserved it!” she whispered angrily, hugging herself to keep from shaking. “You... left me! I begged for you to come back and you left me! We were all so worried about you and I... I... we all felt horrible when you left! And now you... standing there! You’re such a hypocrite!”
Hiruma smiled softly into the darkness. “You’re right... I am a fucking hypocrite,” he admitted, a bit too easily. “So what do you want from me? An apology?”
“No, an explanation,” said Mamori, as her body slowly began to shake less violently. “I think we deserve the right to know why you left us.”
Hiruma looked at her shaking figure, contemplated for a moment, then began to walk towards the back door. “It’d take a while to explain and we don’t have the time for that,” he said, cocking his head to listen for any signs of other human presences that might be the police. “Right now, we need to bust the fucking old man out.”
Mamori was silent for a few moments, but Hiruma heard her take a few deep breaths. “Right,” she finally said, approaching him. He noticed she was rubbing her eyes, but by now her shaking had completely stopped. “We need to save Musashi. I’ve asked around and found out about the layout of this station. I have an idea of how we could go in without attracting too much unwanted attention for a certain amount of time.”
Hiruma grinned. Mamori might be emotional, but she knew how to focus and that was good. “Let’s hear it then.”
Later into the night, the number of policemen dwindled. The atmosphere was relaxed and carefree as though they had nothing to worry about. It was generally a peaceful little town and they were not used to much commotion in the station at night, so when all the lights suddenly went off, chaos broke out among them and most of them fell, tripping over one another in the panic.
The lights came back on just as suddenly and Mamori ran forward, checking on each of the fallen policemen. “That was dangerous! They could have fallen and really injured themselves!” cried Mamori as she got one man to lie on his back.
“Keh, they’ll be fine, stop worrying about it,” said Hiruma, emerging from another door. “Just checked the circuit box. I have a better idea of how the locks work. None of these guys have access to the top floors, right? Stop fussing about them and come here!”
Mamori pouted, but once she felt certain no one was injured, she followed Hiruma to one of the doors that led to the stairs. It was obviously locked tight but beside it was a panel with numbered buttons. “The policeman who has the key to the top floors has left. For a world that’s trying to develop magic, they still depend on machinery like these.”
“They’re more reliable than magic,” explained Hiruma, he nodded at Mamori, who then pulled out a laptop from the big backpack she had been carrying. “What I did to those guys was a huge risk and could’ve backfired,” he said as he pulled out a couple of cords he found around in the room with the circuit box.
Mamori looked at him worriedly as he plugged into the security system and to Mamori’s laptop. “You still haven’t explained how you’re able to do that. It scared me stiff.”
Hiruma’s expression turned grim as he booted Mamori’s laptop and set straight to work. “I told you I had to leave you because I didn’t want to hurt anyone anymore. Actually, I left it all to learn all that.”
“Learn all...” Mamori whispered. “Hiruma, what do you...?”
“I’m a demon,” said Hiruma, in such a matter of fact tone that she thought that he could be joking. Hiruma stopped typing to look at Mamori’s expression, which still remained as curious as ever. “Okay, I’m half a demon.”
“You’re serious,” said Mamori, taking in a deep breath. “How did you know this?”
Hiruma went back to work, distracting himself. “That Fucking Mutt actually belonged to my father... my REAL father who was a demon,” he said a little too bitterly, but then cackled. “Turns out I didn’t get these looks from nowhere.”
“How did you know that he was your father?” she asked.
“He kept a fucking journal,” he grinned. “Keh, isn’t that fucking stupid? A demon keeping a journal? He did it to pen down every single detail of his success in finally gaining enough power to control human beings. Fucker was so proud of every little achievement he had to write it down. Wrote down everything… including his success wooing my mother.”
“Your mother?” said Mamori in surprise.
“Yep,” said Hiruma nonchalantly, vigorously typing away. “By the way, your laptop sucks. Needs more RAM.”
“Stop changing the subject!” cried Mamori, who took another deep breath. Being in this current situation was not doing well to her nerves. “You still haven’t explained how you learnt all this.”
“Well, it makes sense doesn’t it?” said Hiruma calmly as he kept typing. “I figured out that this man was definitely my father, and the reason why I’m able to do magic beyond anyone’s fucking ability to comprehend is because of him. Then I saw he had a lot of books on spells he created especially for his own powers. So I decided I had to equip myself and finally learn how to use my own powers...”
“So you locked yourself away,” Mamori completed, looking down. “You lied to us because what you did could’ve been dangerous, and if we knew about this, we might have stopped you...”
Hiruma grinned. “Good to see that you understand that. So now you know why I did it.”
Hiruma didn’t look inclined to continue, but Mamori knew there was something missing. “Is that all?”
Hiruma raised his eyebrows as he looked at Mamori. “What do you mean?”
Mamori shrugged. “I don’t know. I can see why you did it, but I can’t help but think you have a bigger reason for why you’re doing this. Can’t you at least-”
There was the sound of a beep and the door unlocked. Hiruma closed Mamori’s laptop and grinned at her, “You shouldn’t talk so much, you’re so fucking distracting.”
Mamori scowled as she walked up the stairs with Hiruma in the lead. “Well, at least your attitude’s still pretty much the same. Though...” she hesitated.
It was Hiruma’s turn to look curiously at her, although his steps never faltered. “What?”
“I feel as though you’re a lot stronger now than before,” she finished. “You’re a lot more confident and you seem to have better control of your powers. None of the policemen were seriously injured after all. So maybe you leaving might have been a good thing...”
Hiruma stayed silent. It was true, he was more confident and it was good that the spell worked. But it did take a toll on him, and he felt some nausea creeping up on him. He pushed the feeling away, thinking that now Mamori was with him, he had to be extra careful to make sure that she, too, was safe. “You said only the fucking old man is in Deimon’s prison?” he asked her.
Mamori nodded. “Almost all of the law breakers that have been caught recently have just been sent to the Zokuto district. They have better facilities there to handle them.” They finally reached a door, and realized they had to go down a corridor to get to the next flight of stairs where the prisoners were kept.
As they walked down the corridor with numerous doors on both sides, a thought crossed Mamori’s mind. “You can use your powers to unlock these doors, can’t you?” she spoke aloud. “Yet you’re not... that means you also have a limit to how much magic you can use.”
Hiruma grinned, thinking, ‘She really is too smart for her own good.’ He didn’t reply, but Mamori understood perfectly well that what she had said was right.
“I heard you dated that Fucking Dreads when I left,” said Hiruma, grinning wickedly as he glanced behind him to where Mamori trailed behind.
Mamori blushed. “It’s not what you think! Things were getting weird whenever Agon was around, and then there was something wrong with Suzuna... so I thought that the only way I could get more information was by…” She stopped, not wanting to even mention it.
Hiruma raised his eyebrows, his wicked grin still plastered across his face. “Didn’t know you were such a sneaky woman.”
“Oh, stop it you!” she replied angrily. “I admit it wasn’t the best decision. If possible, I would much rather have been out searching for you.”
“Well, that would have been a fucking waste of time,” said Hiruma. “You were right to stay behind. I bet those fucking shorties needed you anyways. So let me guess, you left because you couldn’t stand that Fucking Dread anymore?”
Mamori nodded. “He was nice to me... but he was terrible to others. I couldn’t just stand there and pretend I knew nothing. I had to leave.”
“Did you notice anything else strange about him?” he asked her.
It was an odd question that piqued Mamori’s curiosity but she knew this wasn’t the time or place to question him further. “I did notice that he has this strange habit of keeping one hand in his pocket... I feel as though he’s keeping something precious in there, but I’m not sure... Other than that, I know he’s hiding a lot of secrets. But even as his girlfriend, he refused to tell me anything.”
Hiruma winced a little when Mamori mentioned being HIS, the Fucking Dreads’, girlfriend. The image just didn’t sit well with him. But he brushed aside his feelings and turned his thoughts on what Mamori had just said, pondering deeply on what that could mean.
They finally found the steps that led to the top floor, and was surprised to find that the door to those steps was not locked. Hiruma knew then that this must be a trap. “There could be an alarm on this,” he said.
“It could be triggered once we open the door,” said Mamori, as she stood next to Hiruma to inspect the door. “We might be able to hack into this one but I don’t know if we could override the alarm system...” Her brow furrowed as she looked at Hiruma askance.
He shook his head. “Demons don’t use magic on electronics. They’re good at manipulating people and certain elements, but not electronics. I don’t know a spell to check for the existence of any alarm, or even if there is, I wouldn’t know how to disable it.” He calculated the amount of time they had taken and realized that time was definitely running out. “We’ve got no choice. We have to rush in and bust that Fucking Old Man out.”
“But that’s dangerous!” cried Mamori.
“Look, either way someone out there will notice that this building has been strangely quiet for too long. We’ve wasted too much time already,” he said, concentrating on the door and recalculating what little time they had with their current plan. “If there is an alarm, we might have enough time to break the fucking old man out. But getting us out might be tricky...”
Mamori looked at him and then at the floor, her heart beating so hard, knowing he was right and there was no other choice. “If that happens...” she said. “Leave it to me.”
Hiruma looked at her in surprise. “You... what are you-?”
“There’s no time to argue!” She grabbed Hiruma’s hand and looked right back at him seriously. “We discussed this earlier, didn’t I? That at the last moment to just leave it to me? Look, we have no time!”
Hiruma looked at his hand, barely enclosed in Mamori’s small ones. “You’d better not be doing something fucking stupid...” he growled as he held Mamori’s hand tightly. Then he looked at the door before them, and opened it.
If there was an alarm, it did not make any noise. But they both knew better than to linger. They quickly ran up the stairs and the moment they reached the corridor, Mamori screamed out, “Musashi! Musashi! Where are you?”
They kept running, and realized that instead of bars, there was nothing but electronically locked doors. Then they heard Musashi call out from down the corridor to their right, “Mamori!?”
Two policemen ran up to them, shouting. Hiruma cursed. The radius of his spell didn’t extend that far after all. They were shooting directly at Hiruma and Mamori, but Mamori had raised a force field by then and the bullets deflected. Hiruma pulled out his own shotgun and aimed at them, nodding at Mamori to drop the force field. The moment she did, he shot two rounds, shooting both policemen on their right thighs. Mamori cringed at the sound and the sight, but Hiruma grabbed her hand and they ran down the corridor to their right, searching for Musashi.
They heard frantic knocking on one of the doors and knew he was in there. Mamori had pulled out her laptop before they could even stop properly in front of the door. There was a small peeking window at the top of the door, and Musashi’s eyes peeked from the other side, looking anxious. “Mamori?! What are you... HIRUMA?!” he cried when he caught sight of Hiruma’s blonde hair.
“Hey, Fucking Old Man...” said Hiruma, grinning as he quickly began to type on the laptop as Mamori plugged the connection to the door’s lock. “Miss me?”
“What’s going on, Mamori?” Musashi asked, the moment she stood up.
“Calm down, Musashi, we’re breaking you out,” said Mamori, taking deep breaths to calm herself down.
“Are you two out of your minds?! You both could get caught! This could all be a trap!”
“Think we didn’t know that by now?” sneered Hiruma, eyes still glued to the laptop.
“You were being transferred away because of us,” said Mamori. “And they were accusing you of all these lies. We couldn’t just sit back and let that happen!”
Musashi sighed. He wanted to ask them so many things, like how did they find each other, how did they manage to handle the other police without causing a commotion until now. But the both of them were in no state to answer his questions.
There was a click, Mamori pulled the door open and gave Musashi a quick hug. He cringed and groaned a little when she did this, that Mamori pulled away and cried, “You’re hurt!”
“Nothing serious,” Musashi protested. “I’m not sure what they did to me but I’m pretty drained. We have no time to worry about that. We have to leave now!”
Mamori nodded as they both approached Hiruma. Hiruma collected the laptop and was about to run with them when they heard doors bursting open down one of the corridors. “Oh no...” Mamori whispered. “They’re here!”
Hiruma looked at Musashi’s prison cell and noted the barred window. He ran towards it and saw there was a tree just near the building. They might be able to escape through that way. He grabbed his shotgun, uttered a spell, and took a shot. The window blasted open.
Mamori jumped when Hiruma took that shot. But when she saw the blasted window, and the tree in the distance, she understood. She grabbed Musashi’s hand and urged him back inside. “Quickly, you have to go!”
“The tree is a bit too far below us,” explained Hiruma. “It’s quite a stretch and-”
“I’ll distract them!” Mamori cried, pushing the two of them towards the window. “You both have to leave now!”
“Are you fucking crazy?!” cried Hiruma, glaring at her. “They’ll catch you and-”
“Even if they do, my punishment won’t be as severe as the both of you!” Mamori glared back. “I told you to leave this to me, didn’t I? We don’t have a choice right now! There was a reason I was looking for you! I knew that as long as you’re safe, there might still be a chance to end all this. Please!” She held on to Hiruma’s jacket and looked down to hide the tears brimming in her eyes. “Just go! I’ll find a way to get back to you, but please!”
Hiruma bit his lip, trying hard to suppress the anger he felt from her words. He grabbed her shoulders and made her look at him. “You are the biggest fucking idiot I have ever met. But if you take your own fucking sweet time, I’ll come back and drag you out if I have to.”
Mamori’s eyes gleamed with hope for a moment, but the sound of the police came closer and she pulled herself away from Hiruma to quickly close the door and set up a shield, barring them out. Barely a few seconds later, there was banging, shooting and knocking on the door and Mamori stood her ground, making sure the shield stayed on. “Go!” she cried.
Hiruma gave one last look at her, and then grabbed Musashi by the wrist. Musashi stared at Mamori with concern. “You’re not seriously staying...” he murmured, to which Mamori gave a strained smile.
Before Musashi could say another word, he felt himself being pulled by gravity. Hiruma had jumped and taken Musashi with him. Then he felt the branches and leaves slap him all over his body, but the impact was not as hard as he thought it should be. He heard Hiruma murmuring something and the next thing he knew, they had both fallen on the ground. Musashi felt pain creeping in, but he realized the impact was still not as bad as he had prepared himself for, though he still felt worn.
He checked on Hiruma and noticed that he was breathing hard, sweating and looked sickly. Then Hiruma got up on unsteady feet and urged Musashi to follow him to the back of the station, into the shadows. Once there, Hiruma murmured something again and looked even worst. “What are you doing?” Musashi asked.
“I need to know... where they’re taking her...” he whispered.
Musashi opened his mouth, thinking now should be the time to get some answers, when he heard a man shout at a distance, probably the front of the station, “We got the girl! We found her up there!”
“How is she?” cried another man.
“Weak and pretty worn down. Looks like she really has been enchanted.”
“How about the prisoner?”
“Gone. Probably with the demon.”
“Dammit.”
“What do we do with the girl?”
“We received orders to take her to Amino to be studied and freed from this enchantment. Whatever she says, don’t believe her. We don’t know if she’s still under that demon’s control. If she continues to display signs of being under control, she may be locked up and tortured to help free her from that spell.”
“Tortured?!” gasped Musashi. Then he realized that they did the same thing to him too... “Hiruma, this isn’t good. They might just...”
Hiruma got up and grabbed Musashi’s wrist again, and was dragging him so fast that everything around him seem to blur. Be it from how weak he was, Musashi wasn’t sure, but the next thing he knew, he was in front of a dark looming house and felt his wrist freed. Catching a glimpse of Hiruma rushing into it, Musashi followed suit and noticed he had gone to the basement. Hiruma had grabbed a book and was flipping through the pages, looking panicked and very unwell. He then stopped at one page, and began to mutter out loud.
[Hiruma]
Eleka nahmen nahmen
Ah tum ah tum eleka nahmen
Eleka nahmen nahmen
Ah tum ah tum eleka nahmen
Let her flesh not be torn
Let her blood leave no stain
If they beat her
May she feel no pain
Let her bones never break
And however they try
To destroy her
Let her never die
Let her never die
Eleka nahmen nahmen
Ah tum ah tum eleka nahmen
Eleka nahmen nahmen
Ah tum ah tum eleka... eleka... URGH!
What good is this chanting?
I don't even know what I'm reading!
I don't even know what trick I ought to try
Mamori, where are you?
Are you in pain or bleeding?
One more disaster I can add to my
Generous supply!
Musashi watched in surprise as Hiruma slammed the book shut in anger, looking clearly disturbed
[Hiruma] (eyes darkened)
No good deed goes unpunished
No act of charity goes unresented
No good deed goes unpunished
That's my new creed
My road of good intentions
Led where such roads always lead
No good deed
Goes unpunished!
Hiruma placed one hand over his eyes, trying to remain calm as Musashi slowly approached him.
[Hiruma]
Mother...
Please, forgive me too
Mamori...
MAMORI!
“Hiruma, stay calm,” said Musashi, placing a hand on Hiruma’s shoulder. “You did your best, there was nothing you could...”
Hiruma moved away from him.
[Hiruma]
One question haunts and hurts
Too much, too much to mention
Was I really seeking good
Or just seeking attention?
Is that all good deeds are
When looked at with an ice-cold eye?
If that's all good deeds are
Maybe that's the reason why
There was suddenly a demonic grin on Hiruma’s face as he felt certain of what all this meant now. There was no denying who he is, no hiding in the shadows no longer. Musashi watched in horror as a dark aura clouded Hiruma.
[Hiruma]
No good deed goes unpunished
All helpful urges should be circumvented
No good deed goes unpunished
Sure, I meant well,
Well, look at what well-meant did!
All right, enough!
So be it
So be it, then
Let all Deimon be agreed
I'm wicked through and through
If I can not succeed
Mamori, saving you
I promise no good deed
Will I attempt to do again
Ever again
No good deed
Will I do again!
~*~
Extra Notes: Just in case some of you found the musical part confusing, let me explain. Hiruma goes a little maniacal here as he comes to realize that no matter what he does, someone around him will get hurt. Thus he's decided that instead of worrying about others, he'll just take matters into his own hands. Hope that helps!
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