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Death and the Maiden - Zombie-Loan	By : OokamiKasumi Category: -Misc Anime > Het - Male/Female Views: 1281 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Death and the Maiden - Zombie-Loan
- 2-One
- 3-Two
- 4-Three
- 5-Four
- 6-Five
- 7-Six
- 8-Seven
- 9-Eight
- 10-Nine
- 11-Ten
- 12-Eleven
- 13-Twelve
- 14-Thirteen
- 15-Fourteen
- 16-Fifteen
- 17-Sixteen
- 18-Seventeen
- 19-Eighteen
- 20-Nineteen - END
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Death and the Maiden
A Zombie-Loan Fan-fiction By Ookami Kasumi
~ Ten ~
Down town, in the heart of the city, five-o'clock traffic dragged at a crawl along the four-way with the crosswalks clotted with pedestrians. It was the perfect time and the perfect place to hunt for illegal zombies.
Standing at the curb of the crossroad where the four lanes of traffic came together, Michiru took off her glasses and focused on her eyes.
Shito and Chika flanked her on either side, keeping the crowd from bumping into her and breaking her concentration.
Michiru's awareness spilled out in a circular wave, all the way around her. Her focus whizzed outward at eye-watering speed, through people, past cars, beyond buildings... She let her focus choose its own way, it own path, allowing it to seek without guidance, allowing her reaper instincts free reign to pull her gaze to her prey.
Four blurry light gray shadows appeared in her sight, all with black rings around their throats. Her body turned like a compass and her hand came up to point. "Four of them." She could make out something broad and wavering behind them. Is that water? She squinted to bring the area into focus. "Under the North Bridge by the edge of the canal; this side."
"Gotcha!" Chika took off through the pedestrians at a sprint to dive down a side street.
Shito set a hand on her shoulder. "Stay here. We'll come back as soon as we're done."
Michiru stiffened under Shito's hand and looked up at him. They were leaving her behind? "But...?"
Shito's hand tightened on her shoulder. "We promised to take better care of you." He gave her a slight smile. "Don't make us break that promise."
Michiru's heart dropped into her stomach, but she nodded. They were leaving her behind for her sake. They were trying to be more mindful of her safety. She couldn't just step all over their efforts.
Shito dashed away leaving Michiru at the curb.
The crossing signal's tune abruptly changed, indicating that it was safe to walk across the street. The crowd around Michiru abruptly pushed her forward onto the street.
Her heart heavy and her eyes just a little misty, Michiru let the crowd herd her along the crosswalk, her sneakers scuffing across the painted white lines in front of the stopped traffic. With a sigh, she pulled out a handkerchief to wipe the misty lenses of her glasses.
Michiru's reaper sight abruptly spiraled outward and locked on a figure standing on the very edge of the roof of an office building only a block away. Her gaze snapped into sharp focus.
It was a man with shoulder-length sandy brown hair wearing a long black coat that flapped in the wind. His half-way buttoned, white shirt hung loose over black leather pants. Focused on something far away, he grinned, baring slightly overlong teeth. Around his throat was a solid black ring.
Michiru's heart leapt in her throat. She knew that zombie; Shiba! Unfortunately, a zombie wasn't all he was.
Reiichirou Shiba was also in possession of Kurou's reaper soul, which meant he also had possession of the reaper's death scythe. In addition, he had a psychopathic personality with a genius IQ, an ectoplasmic dagger that flew on thought alone, and a deadly obsession with Chika.
Shiba was Z-Loan's biggest threat.
And Michiru had no way to warn the guys that he was back. She stomped her foot in frustration. "I told them we should all get cell phones!"
Shiba's focus was clearly off in the far distance. He hadn't spotted her.
Suddenly, strong arms looped through both of Michiru's and pulled at her. "Miss Kita, the lights changed. You need to get out of the road!"
Her focus forcibly yanked back to normal human range, Michiru suddenly realized that car horns were blaring all around her, and that she was being hustled onto the sidewalk by three familiar faces.
On her left and the tallest of the three was Shuuji Tsugumi, still dressed in the burgundy-brown slacks and white shirt of their school uniform, though he wore an over-sized, bright yellow, zipped-up, hooded sweat-jacket over it. Hanging from his neck were the ever-present headphones to the MP3 player pocketed somewhere under his jacket. He smiled. "Yo, Michiru-sempai." His thick, raggedly cut, black hair spilled well past his collar.
On her right was the smallest and oddly enough, the oldest of the trio, Zen Inubashiri. He looked like a middle-school kid, but he was actually a high-school senior like her. Thick locks of his raggedly cut, wavy brown hair curved upward on either side rather like puppy ears. Something she never commented on because he had a foul temper. He was also in his school uniform and sporting a deep red, zippered sweat-jacket, though he left his open. "Could you be any more of an idiot?" Zen's Chinese accent contrasted sharply against his cherubic European face.
Standing before Michiru was the third member of their set; Toko Touma. "Mu...! How could you be so careless, Michiru-sempai?" Her accent was also strongly Chinese, like Zen's. She was the epitome of cuteness, with knee-length strawberry blonde, curls that she kept tied up in twin tails, framing her very European, pink-cheeked, fairy-princess face. She wore a pale pink hooded coat wide open over her burgundy school uniform - the same uniform Michiru wore.
With her glasses off, Michiru could clearly see the pitch black ring around the throats of all three.
They always made her pause because something about them seemed...off, especially when she saw them in their uniforms. That the three were zombies had nothing to do with it. It just seemed...wrong to see them in her school's burgundy-themed uniform.
Toko tilted her head to the side. "Michiru-sempai? You're looking at us that way again."
Michiru shoved her glasses back on her face and shook her head. "My apologies, it's just that I keep picturing you guys in a white uniform."
Shuuji scratched at his chin, frowning in thought. "Hmm... Our old school uniform was white?"
Toko nodded. "Maybe you saw us in them somewhere before we transferred from Hakuoh High to your school?"
Michiru tilted her head to the side. "It's possible...?" It was possible, but she was pretty sure she never had.
She had first met the three in China while trying to rescue Koyomi and Shito from the Chinese crime lord that had kidnapped them. Zen had apparently been taken too, which was why Toko had also been in that Chinese palace - to rescue Zen. Shuuji had simply followed Toko, even though the Japanese boy couldn't speak a word of Chinese.
That had been a huge mess. Michiru still had nightmares from it.
They had very nearly lost Koyomi because the Chinese crime lord had bitten out her tongue to complete the spell to put his soul in Shito's body.
Michiru didn't even want to consider what would have happened if she hadn't made a point of rushing through the spirit world after finding Yomi, the soul that shared Koyomi's body. Michiru had burst out of the spirit passageway, right through the floor of the Chinese palace in fact, just in time to stop Koyomi from bleeding to death.
If she'd been even one minute later...
They did lose Shito's mother. She turned to dust in Shito's arms. However, according to Bekko, her soul had left long before she even gave birth to Shito. All that had been animating her body was the Chinese sorcerer Toho's spells and the fragment of a memory.
Toko and Shuuji also lost their lives in the battle to save Shito, Koyomi, and Zen.
The sorcerer, Toho, died too, but not through their efforts.
When Chika cut Shito practically in half with his ectoplasmic sword, the crime lord possessing Shito's body escaped back into his original rotting, corpse-like body. Chika almost killed the guy with his sword, but changed his mind and chose to leave the bastard to die slowly, choking on his own rot.
That's when the sorcerer, Toho, stepped in and rammed his hand through the rotting man's body. The crime lord died, but Toho contracted a viciously nasty and ultimately deadly curse in the process.
That particular scene was going to haunt Michiru's dreams for a very long time.
Only moments after the Chinese crime lord's death, Bekko appeared with Yuuta, insisting that if anyone wanted to quit by dying, they needed to pay up their debt first. If they couldn't pay up, then they'd have to continue their work. As an excuse to come to their rescue, it was a poor one, but no one minded.
After Yuuta patched everyone up, he brought Toko and Shuuji back to life as brand new zombies.
It seemed that Shuuji had drawn up a contract with Z-loan, 'in case of accidents' before he'd left Japan to follow Toko; a contract that included Zen. Zen was already a zombie, but an illegal one, made when he was still in middle school, which was why the small zombie looked the way he did. However, under the Z-Loan contract, Zen actually had a chance to return to life, something the little zombie hadn't thought was possible.
The real mystery though, was how Shuuji had known that the Z-Loan office even existed. Shuuji himself couldn't even explain it. "I just...knew."
Anyway, once they all got back to Japan, the three transferred to her school, Kokuba Academy, and started working for Z-Loan as part-time zombie hunters.
However, when Michiru first met the trio in China while fighting for Shito's life, she could have sworn she'd met them before. They had just seemed so...familiar.
"Anyway..." Zen smacked Michiru in the shoulder. "What were you doin' in the middle of the road staring off into space?"
Michiru winced from the blow. That's going to bruise. Zen might be small but he was still a zombie, far stronger than the average adult human. "I was looking at..." Wait, what was she looking at?
The memory of seeing Shiba on that rooftop smacked her right between the eyes.
She jerked her glasses back off and focused on her death-sight. It rippled outward in a circular wave, looking for the zombie reaper. Nothing... He was gone. Crap!
Toko tilted her head. "Michiru sempai?"
Michiru pushed her sight wider. "Someone extremely dangerous."
Zen pushed closer, practically jumping with excitement. "A zombie?"
Shuuji snorted and unwrapped a lollypop. "Obviously. She's using her eyes." He stuck the candy in his mouth.
Michiru pushed her sight harder. She had to find him! "More than just a zombie, he's a reaper too."
All three jerked back and shouted at once. "What?!"
Michiru found no trace of Shiba, but she did see that Shito and Chika were on their way back. Apparently, they'd been able to take care of those four zombies easily. She slipped on her glasses and looked over at the alarmed zombies. "He's gone now."
Zen glared at Michiru from only a step away. "How the hell did a zombie become a reaper?"
Michiru sighed. "He's not really a reaper. He's still a zombie. He has the reaper's scythe, but I don't think he has their death-sight. He can't fly like a real reaper either." At least, I don't think he can...?
Chika stepped up on the curb. "Who can't fly like a real reaper?"
Shito, only a few steps behind him scowled deeply. Clearly, he'd already guessed who Michiru was talking about.
Michiru looked up at Chika. "Shiba."
Chika's pale face went bone white. "Shiba...?" Abruptly his face went red. "You saw him?" He grabbed onto her shoulders, his fingers biting into her. "When? Where?!"
Michiru sucked in a sharp breath and winced. "Chika, that hurts."
Chika shook her. "Where?! Where did you see him?!"
"Dumb-ass." Shito shoved Chika's hands off of Michiru. "You're hurting her."
Michiru rubbed at her shoulders. "He's gone now, but he was on that building." She turned and pointed to her right. "At the far end of this block."
Chika spat. "Piss!" He shook his shaggy head, his white hair flying. "If it's not one thing, it's another."
Shuuji pulled the sucker from his mouth. "So, I take it that this reaper-zombie's name is Shiba?"
Shito's burgundy eyes flare scarlet for just a moment. "Reiichirou Shiba. Tall, messy sandy blond hair, black trench-coat, carries a death scythe. Kill it on sight."
Chika turned sharply to Shiba. "He's my friend! I'm killing him!"
Toko tilted her head with a frown. "Was that supposed to make sense?"
Zen rolled his eyes. "Who cares? A zombie-reaper? He's probably worth a fortune!"
Shito smiled grimly. "He is."
Chika snarled. "Hey! Nobody kills him but me!"
Toko turned to Michiru with a sweet smile. "Since this Shiba is a zombie, my spells should work on him, right?" She lifted two fingers and made a sign. The tips of her fingers began to glow with violet light.
Chika jerked back. "Oi! Oi! Keep your fingers to yourself!"
Michiru wasn't sure how the little zombie girl was able to perform anti-zombie sorcery, the same kind the sorcerer Toho used in fact, but it didn't seem to bother her at all. Michiru nodded. "It should..."
Toko grinned. "Good!" She flicked her fingers and the violet light winked out.
Shito reached into his jacket, pulled out a handkerchief, and began wiping his hands. "Feel free to use anything you please to kill it."
Chika whirled on his partner. "Hey! Who's side are you on?"
Shito lifted an elegant brow. "Mine." He folded his handkerchief neatly and set it back inside his jacket. He turned to Michiru. "We should report this to the office." He began to stride away.
Michiru waved her hand. "Wait! We should get cell phones first!"
Shito stopped and turned back with a scowl. "What?"
Chika brushed past Michiru. "Cell phones? What do we need those for?"
Michiru took a step closer to the boys. "If we had cell phones, I could have called you and told you about Shiba when I saw him."
Chika sneered. "I am not spending my hard-earned cash on something stupid-"
"Cell phones are a great idea!" Toko skipped over to Michiru. "This way we can keep track of who is going after what target, so we don't all go after the same one."
Shuuji raised his hand. "I know where we can get some cheap phones with a good long distance plan."
Michiru looked up at Shuuji. "Is it far?"
Shuuji smiled and offered his arm. "Not far at all."
~ ZL ~
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