• 'i have to get up this hill!' akira thought as he ran up the stairs, panting with each step. he looked up and saw he had a while to go. he sighed while he ran, and in the distance he could hear an explosion in the far off. he didnt know what was going to suprise him as he ran up. as he slowly rose higher and higher he suddenly realized just how high he really was. 'man if a human were to fall they'd die for sure' he thought. as he rounded on the top, he could see yuuta kamizawa, in her usual high school uniform. she was on her hands and knees and breathing pretty hard, her clothes in shambles. small pools of blood marked where she was wounded at. akira slowed down, and walked the last few steps to see another one standing up. he was smiling, and wore solid black khaki's and a top. he had spikey white hair and a black glass covering his eyes. "nice to see the guest of honor arrived. to be frank, i didnt think the toy would last much longer." he chuckled to himself. gesturing to kamizawa, "god damn you..." she blurted out, along with some blood. "and the hero of this tale is just a lit-tle to late to save the damsle in distress. aww too bad." he tilted his head back, and whistled. "hmpf, you assume that i actually care to save anyone." akira said smiling. "oh, that would be true, it would, IF you didnt have that extra soul inside you. ya know, that means that you will have to take it easy on me, or do you want to risk killing your girl-friend?" he smiled. he started walking back, as akira stared at kamizawa, he smiled slightly, and said "can you walk?" yuuta looked up at him, and his sunglasses, his spiked black hair and said "no, i can hardly keep myself up like this." "ah, then you should rest. ill take care of our friend." he turned around to face windslayer. he reached behind him, and grasped the hilt of his sword. "really? is that all? no, talking, no demanding? nothing... thats it?" windslayer laughed. akira set his eyes on windslayer and furrowed his brow, "wait a sec" he stopped, his blood ran to his feet, "is that my sword?" "hahahahaha! wondered where it went for so long? well its been safe. with me!" windslayer laughed, unsheathing the black katana, the claw-hilt gripping the sword to the handle. windslayer laughed like a hyhena, and akira stopped, his face fell, and windslayer laughed harder. "kinda hard to compete with THAT now isnt it? how does it feel huh? to have your own sword turned against you like this? to have the sword that has taken the lives of millions, and have it turned against you? hahahaha, it must feel terrifying, to feel horrific even!" akira smiled slightly and looked down at his right arm, which held his new sword, "it feels differant, i cannot get used to it, this heaviness in my right arm, Black Plague, the sword that took the lives of over millions of soldiers, of angels, and demons, and humans alike, and absorbed their souls. its light, and sharp. not to mention impossible to shatter. i suppose you could say its a bit awkward... but, i will not falter here. i am akira yokoshima, the Grim Reaper, and today, you breath your last breath!" akira grunted, sliding his lef foot back, and gritted his teeth. "i guess thats the end of that..." windslayer said, sliding the sword in the sheath, smiling. akira watched as windslayer bolted forward, and he ducked slaming his sword forward, but his sword shattered upon contact. akira rose up and punched windslayer back, and he laughed while he rose up, blood flowing from his nose. "that was a good punch, ill admit, that actually hurt me. kekekekeke, too bad your sword is broken. shattered into a thousand little pieces." he bent forward laughing, holding his gut. akira looked at the hilt of his sword, which the blade was now gone. he frowned, and he looked back to yuuta. "im sorry about this..." he frowned, "but to be honest, Black Plague doesnt fully respond to idiots, windslayer." akira pulled himself to full height, and switched sword arms, he pulled his right arm over his face, and put the sword in front of his right arm. he then began saying, "elemental restriction, 666 released." akira looked towards windslayer, while his eyes turned a brighter, deeper color of blue. "this is why i am the true wielder of Black Plague." akira muttered, "this is why Black Plague isnt as strong as she could be!" he yelled, "because i used myself to store the souls of those that i killed!" he grinned, and windslayer's smile suddenly dropped, he looked up, with his mouth slightly gapped, kamizawa looked intently at akira, shaking slightly in fear. "now activate... stage 1!" akira yelled while he was surrounded by a black aura, his right sleeve errupted to a large menacing black arm. it was huge and had only 3 fingers. it was nearly twice as wide as his left arm, and was scaley. akira smiled and laughed, "now, taste the power of Black Plague's true master!


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