Pact of Envy

“So what is it?” I groaned as I sat in dougeza on the floor.

“Your teacher. That’s what. As soon as Otome brought me to her, she looked at me and gave me a nasty look,” Sakura stated.

“So?”

“*sigh* It wasn’t an ordinary nasty look. It’s the kind of nasty look I’d get from someone that knows who I am. To make things simple, I think Kasegawa Sensei might have connections to the criminal underworld.”

“Seriously? Based on one mean glare?”

“It was more than that. The second I was forced to show her my wounds, I immediately felt bloodlust oozing out from her. Unlike you, I’ve got experience and can tell when someone has killing intent towards me.”

“So what do you want me to do?” I grumbled.

“Just be cautious around her. Its not wise to act without a plan. Oh, did you complete your mission successfully?”

“Yep, and here’s a new phone.”

Sakura giddly accepted the phone and left to make a call. I stood up and laid on my bed as I thought about the events of today.

I never got along with Ouga or his twin sister Otome, but I never imagined Ouga would have such animosity towards me, nor a freaking railgun. Well, I guess a shooter like him probably would dabble in custom gun building, but still a freaking rail gun!?

My thoughts were interrupted by Sakura barging back into my room.

“Zerou, Madam just filled me in. What you did is by know means a success. Endager our familia like that again, and I’ll break my body just to beat you up,” she threatened.

Now I really hopped things would be ok.

                                                                                …

In a traditional Japanese mansion, a middle aged man slammed his fist on the tatami floor.

“Why did you fools let her go out unchecked!?” he roared.

“But boss, you know she's rebellious and will call the cops just to get us off her tail,” a man pleaded.

“SO WHAT!? THEY CAN’T DO SHIT TO HER. AT WORST SHE’D JUST BE BORED SITTING IN THE STATION WHILE YOU EXPLAINED EVERYTHING! BECAUSE YOU FOOLS RAN OFF LIKE COWARDS, SHE’S DEAD!”

The enraged man was Taijin Kanada, the head of a Yakuza gang as well as the father of the girl Kazerou had murdered.

“B Boss, we did capture the guy who did it- “

“I DON’T CARE! YOU TWO ARE GOING TO HELL FOR YOUR FAILURES ALONG WITH HIM!” Kanada roared as he pulled out a gun and killed the two men groveling before him.

He then ordered some of his men to clean up the mess before leaving to torture his prisoner.

                                                                                  …

Ouga glared through his one remaining eye as Kanada entered.

“Well, looks like you’ve suffered quite a lot. Though it’s only going to get worse from here. You killed my daughter, now I’m going to make sure you pay.”

Ouga let out a series of agitated groans. His body was broken and mangled, and his jaw had been broken.

“That piece of shit! I’ll kill him! I’ll kill him! I’ll kill him! I’ll kill him! I’ll kill him for doing this to me!” Ouga angrily thought as Kanada grabbed one of his mangled fingers with a pair of plyers.

                                                                           …

Ouga screamed in pain as Kanada ripped off what little remained of his left hand.

“I heard you were a shooting prodigy, Ouga Juukurougi. Well now that your dominant hand’s gone, no more shooting for you. We’ll continue with the other hand tomorrow,” Kanada sneered as he left.

Ouga was enveloped in darkness once again, though now his one remaining  green eye pulsated with so much envy and scorn, it became luminescent.

“I’LL KILL HIM! I’LL KILL HIM! I’LL KILL HIM! I’LL KILL HIM! I’LL KILL HIM! I’LL KILL HIM! I’LL KILL HIM! I’LL KILL YOU FOR THIS YOU PIECE OF SHIT ZERO! HOW DARE YOU TAKE MY GOOD EYE! HOW DARE YOU MANGLE MY BODY! HOW DARE YOU SUBJECT ME TO THIS TORTURE! AND HOW DARE YOU SHOOT BETTER THAN ME! I’M A PRODIGY! I’M AN HONORS STUDENT! YOU’RE A DUMB PIECE OF SHIT! I’LL KILL YOU! I’LL SELL MY SOUL JUST TO BRING HELL TO YOU FOR DARING TO BE BETTER THAN ME AT MY DISCIPLINE!” Ouga screamed in his mind.

“I like the look in your eye. If you form a pact with me, I’ll grant you great power,” a voice hissed.

“Who the hell?” Ouga thought.

“I can read your mind. Should you agree to my pact, you will become my minion and be granted the power to take out all who dare think they’re better than us.”

“Who are you?”

“I’m...”

Had Ouga’s jaw not been mangled and broken, he’d have smiled ear to ear upon hearing the mysterious being's story.

“Sure, Sounds like we’re in full agreement. I accept your pact,” Ouga said telepathically.

Ouga’s eye suddenly began glowing greener and greener with more envy and scorn. His mangled body healed, and he was able to rip off his chains and walk away. His eye and hand were still gone, but it mattered not. He’d be getting replacements very soon.

                                                                              …

“What’s going on!? Kanada roared.

“There’s an intruder! He’s all bandaged up and has a sword. He looks-GAH!”

Kanada put away his phone in frustration.

“What the hell’s going on!? How could a swordsman cause this much mayhem!? What are those idiots doing!?”

As Kanada ran out, he froze in shock as Ouga walked toward him.

“How did you- “

“Oh, just got a divine blessing. Now, how about you give me back my gun and hand,” Ouga snickered as he shoved his left arm through Kanada’s throat.

Kanada coughed up blood as Ouga sadistically laughed.

“Well, you had your chance, now let’s test out my new power,” Ouga snickered as lightning began to crackle from his arm.

The sound of thunder roared out as a beam of lightning blasted through the walls of the mansion’s outer sanctum. Kanada’s men cowered in fear as two objects flew into the air before crashing down to the ground. The men screamed in horror as they recognized the objects. One was Kanada’s charred head, while the other was what was left of his body. Both crackled with electricity as a bandaged figure crushed the head with his boot.

“Seems like he’s got potential,” the bandaged figure said in a raspy voice.

The men watching then felt themselves drying up as sand poured into them.

                                                                          …

Ouga met up with the bandaged figure and surveyed the area.

“So you're the swordsman of the jagged sand. Seems you wracked up quite the kill count,” Ouga grinned.

“Not a bad shot. Though this wasn’t enough to satisfy my thirst. We’ll be killing until I’m satisfied,” the bandaged figure snickered.

“Sounds good. I want to train up before I give Zerou hell,” Ouga chuckled.

The two walked away and evilly grinned from ear to ear as their green eyes of envy scornfully glowed in the night.