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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
~ Eighteen ~
The ride in Koyomi's Toyota back to the office was loud, and nerve-wracking.
It was loud because Chika couldn't seem to stop bouncing in the backseat while clapping and shouting in laughter. "Shiba's going to Hokkaido! Can you believe it? Hokkaido...!"
It was nerve-wracking because Bekko was driving Koyomi's Toyota.
In the parking lot of the abandoned factory, right in front of her own car, Koyomi had abruptly collapsed unconscious. Apparently, Yomi had gone back to...wherever it was he stayed when not actively possessing Koyomi's body.
Since it was far, far too long a walk home in the dead of night -with school in the morning- Bekko was their only option. However, from the way Bekko squinted fiercely over the steering wheel, he was clearly having difficulty seeing the road.
Seatbelt snugly fastened, Michiru held onto the door's handle with both hands.
To make matters worse, Kurou was chatting up a storm in her ear. "I was wondering how that flightless brat was going to get around as a reaper."
Michiru turned to the tiny reaper on her shoulder. "What are you saying...?"
Kurou scowled. "I was saying, someone taught that brat to rip through to the outer edge of the spirit realm to travel."
Michiru blinked, a tad confused. "O-oh..." It was somewhat difficult keeping track of the conversation with Chika hooting and howling in the back seat.
Bekko suddenly shouted, "Chika! Will you Shut the Fuck Up? I am trying to drive here!"
Startled silence abruptly descended.
Behind the driver's seat, with his mouth hanging open, Chika stared wide-eyed at Bekko.
On the opposite side, Shito's eyes were equally wide, though his mouth was closed.
Between them, Koyomi's sleepy muttering suddenly became loud and clear. "Of course I like boobs."
~ ZL ~
When Michiru climbed out of Koyomi's Toyota at the back entrance of the dorm, her knees tried to collapse out from under her.
Shito caught her under the arm and kept her from falling. "Kita...?"
Michiru blinked at the gravel drive she'd nearly fallen onto, and realized that she'd very nearly passed out. She grabbed onto the car door and struggled to stand. "Oh... Sorry, Shito. I'm just tired, I guess..."
His deep red eyes narrowed, Shito slowly released her arm, but kept his hand out, poised to grab her again. "Ectoplasmic weapons draw from one's life force; one's soul, and your scythe is quite large, so it is unsurprising that you're exhausted."
Michiru turned and gave Shito a tired smile. "Yeah, I guess so."
Gravel crunched and Bekko literally appeared behind Shito's shoulder. "Actually, Miss Kita's scythe doesn't merely draw from her soul."
Shito stiffened but otherwise didn't acknowledge Bekko's all too close presence.
Bekko's lips twisted into a sour smile that didn't reach his half-lidded eyes. "Miss Kita's scythe is a literal manifestation of her soul." He nodded at Michiru. "You're exhaustion is due to the fact that because you don't have a reaper's core just yet, so it took shape using your human soul."
Chika tromped around to the front of the car and leaned an elbow on the hood. "So? Isn't that what our ectoplasmic weapons are? Extensions of our souls?"
Bekko's gaze slid to Chika. "Not quite... However, the main difference is that your body is in a state of permanent stasis. Even if you drain yourself practically to nothing, it won't kill you. In fact, it won't even stop you from fighting. It'll merely shut your conscious mind down until your soul recovers enough to bring you back to consciousness again."
Shito glanced at Bekko. "It can't kill us because we're already dead."
Bekko's eyes closed and his lips curved upward in a cheery smile. "Correct!"
Shito looked back at Michiru. "But Kita isn't."
Bekko's smile didn't change one bit. "Also correct."
Chika straightened, his yellow eyes widening. "Wait... You're saying that using that scythe could kill Michiru?"
"Correct again!" Bekko's smile abruptly evaporated and his watery blue eyes opened halfway. "That scythe is not meant to be used by a mortal human. In fact..." Bekko's gaze narrowed on Michiru. "I'm rather surprised that she was able to even bring it forth."
Michiru was too tired to even think about all this, and most definitely too tired to talk about it. She was not looking forward to getting her exhausted body to climb up all those stairs to her room on the third floor. To that end, she decided that she was too tired to be nice about it either. Michiru pushed past the three guys on wobbly legs. "Good night, everyone."
Shito frowned after her, but said nothing.
Chika however, caught her under the arm and helped her up the back steps and through the heavy back door. "You gonna make it up to your room?"
Michiru dragged her feet across the frayed carpet, heading for the narrow back staircase with determination. "We'll see." She grabbed onto the banister and started the chore of climbing the stairs. She seriously considered crashing on the battered couch in the TV room on the second floor, rather than going all the way to her room on the third floor, but the fireplace was almost certainly unlit. Without the fire, that room had a nasty habit of being seriously cold at night, and breezy from all the cracks in the windows.
Behind her, Chika groaned. "Don't take this the wrong way, but..." A strong arm caught Michiru around the shoulders then another one scooped her legs out from under her. A single breath later, Chika started up the stairs with Michiru cradled against his chest. "Watching you trying to climb the stairs is making me tired."
Michiru looked up at Chika's sharp jaw line in surprise. "Chika...?"
Chika scowled. "Just... Shut up and let me do this for you. Okay?" He glanced down at her. "And don't look so happy about it!"
Michiru covered her smiling lips. Chika could be so sweet at times.
~ ZL ~
The following morning Michiru somehow managed to peel her eyes open, and get herself out of bed. She also somehow managed to drag her clothes on for school, but the sight that met her in her mirror was not encouraging.
She'd suspected that her itchy eyes were bloodshot, which indeed they were, but the deep dark circles that lay under them was a bit alarming. With a wince, Michiru brushed her hair and regretted the fact that she'd never taken the time to learn how to apply even the basics of make-up to hide the circles, or the somewhat gray cast to her face.
Michiru grabbed her coat, and briefcase with her homework, and looked around for the tiny reaper, but didn't see him. She was pretty sure he'd fallen asleep with her last night, but he hadn't been with her when she awoke. Maybe he went down to breakfast? With a shrug, she headed down to the dorm's dining room for breakfast.
The boys weren't in the dining room, but Koyomi was at the stove stirring a big pot of heavily buttered oatmeal.
Michiru set her coat on the back of a battered chair and went to the counter for a bowl of the steaming cereal. "Good morning, Koyomi."
"Good morning Michiru!" Koyomi turned with a bright smile, a carton of cream in her hand. "Cream and sugar on your oatmeal...?" She blinked at Michiru. Her eyes widened, then narrowed sharply.
Michiru did her best to deliver a sunny smile. "Yes, please, Koyomi."
Koyomi poured a more than generous portion of cream over the cereal. "As soon as you're finished, come back and get a second bowl."
Michiru shook her head. "I won't have time."
"After you finish your second bowl-" Koyomi's voice abruptly deepened and her eyes shifted in color from brown to blue, betraying the fact that Yomi had surfaced from within Koyomi. "-You will get your ass back into bed."
Michiru blinked, wide-eyed. "What...?"
Koyomi nodded firmly and began sprinkling sugar on Michiru's oatmeal. "I'll call the school and tell them that you're taking a rest-day."
Michiru's mouth dropped open. "But...?"
Koyomi abruptly pulled out a shiny ladle of rather large proportions, though Michiru had no clue where she'd been hiding it, and pointed it at Michiru. "No buts! You are spending the day in bed. You got me?"
Michiru raised her hands in surrender. "Yes, ma'am!"
"Good." Koyomi nodded once more. "Now, go eat, and don't forget to come back for another bowl."
Michiru took her bowl of oatmeal, heavily creamed and practically crystallized with sugar, and carried it back to the table to sit with her back to the door. Do I really look that bad? She stuck a spoonful in her mouth and discovered that not only was it unreasonably delicious, she was far hungrier than she'd thought. She began to shovel the rest of the warm, sweet, creamy cereal into her mouth with all due haste.
Chika clomped into the dining room. "Morning Michiru. Morning Koyomi!"
With a cheery smile, Koyomi set a plate of steak and scrambled eggs on the counter for him. "I made the steak nice and rare for you."
Chika lifted the plate with a broad smile. "Awesome!"
Koyomi chuckled. "And your steak is even rarer, Shito!"
Michiru nearly choked on her oatmeal. She hadn't realized that Shito had come into the room - again.
Both boys set their plates on the table across from Michiru, pulled out chairs, then froze where they were, standing by their chairs.
Michiru looked up at them.
Chika's eyes were wide and his mouth slightly open.
Shito's eyed were narrowed in a glare.
Michiru's eyes widened. "What...?"
Rather than say a single word both boys looked over at Koyomi.
Koyomi waved a hand. "Oh, yeah, Michiru is going back to bed. I'm calling the school for her."
Michiru frowned slightly. "Do I really look that bad?"
Shito shot Michiru an annoyed glare and neatly sat down. "Yes."
Chika scowled. "You look like crap warmed over." He flopped down into his chair.
Shito pulled a teakwood box from his jacket pocket. "If Koyomi hadn't already decided to send you back to bed, I would have done so myself." He withdrew a pair of red chopsticks, and a silver knife from it and began to eat.
Tall, brawny Aso strolled into the room with a huge yawn. "What's this about going back to bed?"
Chika waved his fork in Michiru's direction. "Michiru. She looks like serious crap."
Naturally, Aso had to stop by Michiru's chair and lean over to peer into her face at point-blank range. His brows lifted. "Wow... I see what you mean." He then wandered over to the counter to get his helping of steak and scrambled eggs.
Michiru looked away and stuck out her bottom lip. "I'm not that bad."
Shito, Chika, and Koyomi spoke in unison. "Yes, you are."
Bekko suddenly stepped into the dining room. He was dressed in his customary gray slacks, and white dress shirt, though the black ribbon he wore as a tie was missing, and the shirt buttons were open at his throat. "Ah... I presume we're talking about Miss Kita?"
Michiru stared at the ferryman in some surprise. Apparently he'd stayed the night instead of going back to the office.
Bekko stepped closer to frown at Michiru then winced. "Ah... I thought this might happen."
Michiru's brows lifted. "What might happen?"
Bekko wandered over to the counter to receive a bowl of oatmeal from Koyomi. "Miss Kita, might I suggest not using that scythe again, if at all possible?"
Michiru frowned at Bekko. "My scythe...?"
Bekko strolled over to the table and sat down right next to her. He gave her a cheery smile. "You did look in the mirror this morning, did you not?"
Michiru blinked. "I'm just a little tired."
Bekko nodded. "You should be, seeing as that scythe ate a healthy portion of your mortal life." He continued to smile, but his watery blue gaze narrowed. "Just how much did you use it last night?"
Michiru tilted her head to think. "Well there were the zombies while I was at the car, then Shiba on the roof..."
Chika went wide-eyed and stiffened in his chair. "Wait... You took out zombies? How many?"
Michiru frowned in thought. "I'm not sure. Maybe a dozen?" Actually, she was pretty sure it was more than that, but she didn't want to step all over Chika's or Shito's pride as zombie hunters.
Chika's mouth fell open. "A dozen...? You took out a dozen zombies - by yourself?!"
Bekko snorted over his oatmeal. "Pity they won't count toward your debt."
Shito shot a glare at the ferryman.
Chika lunged up onto his feet, his chair scooting back with a horrendous screech. He slammed his hands on the rickety table and bared his over-long teeth at the ferryman. "Why the hell not?! Michiru is a Z-Loan agent too, right?"
Bekko smiled at the boys. "Miss Kita is indeed a Z-Loan agent. However, that scythe is a reaper weapon. That makes it a reaper collection, not Z-Loan collection."
Chika turned to glare Michiru and pointed a long finger at her. "Never take out another zombie with that thing-ever! You hear me?"
Shito shot an annoyed glare at Chika then frowned at Michiru. "Except as an absolute last resort to save your own life."
Chika shook his finger at Michiru. "And that's only if we aren't there to save you! Got it?"
Michiru stared wide-eyed at the angry boys, then turned to look at Bekko's rather smug smile. A cold bolt of annoyance went through her. She couldn't help but feel that Bekko had said those things on purpose, just to make sure the boys wouldn't let her use her scythe.
Bekko abruptly lost his smile. "Miss Kita, please understand our concern. A reaper's scythe is not supposed to be used by a mortal human. It uses far more power than a human soul can handle. The drain will kill you."
Suddenly Michiru couldn't decide if she should be angry that Kurou had been right about Bekko not wanting a new reaper taking out zombies in his area, or pleased that Bekko actually wanted her to stay alive.
Koyomi strode over to set another bowl of steaming, sugar-coated, and cream-laden oatmeal in front of Michiru. "Eat up then back to bed." She pointed her ladle at the boys. "You two - school! Or you'll be late."
Both boys grabbed their coats and headed for the door.
At the doorway, Shito nodded toward Michiru then strode out.
Chika waved at the doorway. "See you after school!" He took off down the hall, shouting. "Shito, you ass! Wait up!"
Michiru called out. "Have a good day!" She then set to eating her second bowl of oatmeal with impressive speed.
"You may as well stay home from work tonight as well, Miss Kita." Bekko leaned back in his chair with a slight smile. "I prefer you well-rested and alert when hunting zombies. Okay?"
Michiru stuffed the last spoonful of cereal in her mouth and sat back. "But I don't feel that tired?" However, her mouth suddenly opened to release a huge yawn. She slapped her hands over her mouth in embarrassment. "Err... Excuse me."
Koyomi strode over and picked up Michiru's empty bowl. She patted Michiru on the head. "Go to sleep. I'll check on you at lunch. Okay?"
Michiru stood and collected her coat and briefcase. "Um, then good-night, I guess?"
Bekko nodded. "Sleep well."
Michiru dragged her feet all the way back upstairs to her room. Do I really need a whole day off just to sleep? She unlocked her door, and stepped into the room. Her bed brass bed with its patchwork comforter and fluffy pillows actually looked very inviting.
"Hmm... Maybe I do need a little more sleep?" She hung up her coat then lit a paper-wrapped fire-log in the fireplace and added a few more actual logs. In a matter of minutes, the room was warm enough to change from her uniform back into her ruffled flannel nightgown.
After hanging her uniform back on the pole that served as a closet, Michiru set her phone on the corner of her dresser. She then crawled under the heavy down comforter of her bed. Only seconds later, her eyes drifted closed.
~ ZL ~
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