<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">The look of Haruki's face... The corpse before him... Shock washing his face blank. The Black Samurai was truly pleased with his work. But this was no trump card... But another work of the malefic samurai. Allowing for death... Only to slip away at the last moment... Revealing the body of one his victim cared for so dearly. Useful but disrespectful. <br/><br/>Laughing hysterically, he could only watch Haruki's moment of shock as he readdressed his guard. Disheartened, he must be. His hands sunk, his guard down and out. Not a word spoke amid the samurai's laughter. But his laughing came to a halt. Haruki, still standing tall. At first, he thought the inferno had met its end... But it had not. It only grew stronger and wilder. <br/><br/>The gritting teeth, the narrow eyes... The Black Samurai only flashed a proud smile in Haruki's face.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"HOW DARE YOU TAKE ON THE FORM OF MY MASTER?!"</span><br/><br/>His braced his guard, his laughter free once more. The sheer force of his fierce onslaught. The furious scowl on his face. <span style="color: #000000"><span style="font-style: italic">"You should see your face!"</span></span> He said, smiling happily at his enraged opponent. The fury in his eyes... Priceless. However, this had gone on long enough. Like a ghost, vanishing and reappearing to the temple staircase, holding Kira to the sky.<br/><br/><span style="color: #000000"><span style="font-style: italic">"I've wanted to spend longer with you... But this is getting kinda dull. And tomorrow's a special treat come midnight! Sooo.... You mind if I wrap this up early?"</span></span> The Samurai's tone dulled with disappointment. He had already messed with Haruki so much... Kira could simply feed of his furious rage as well as his blood. His hands, gripping his blade's tip. Running the blood along the blood-soaked blade. <span style="color: #000000"><span style="font-style: italic">"The blood-wind storms of wars past... The callous man drenched in crimson...  Gorge yourself with the blood of my victims... Stealing all to give with one kiss..."</span></span> The words he spoke, black turned his blade. Like a bullet shot from the barrel of a gun, he dashed, his blade glowing in an ominous black light.<br/><br/><span style="color: #000000"><span style="font-style: italic">"SEE YA, KID!"</span></span> He blurted out halfway, letting loose a maddeningly frightening smile. The sword's handle gripped with both hands, thrusting forth with all his swiftness. He closed his eyes, smiling at the sound of his blade ripping through flesh. But his eyes widened with surprise. The long and lustrous silver threads, the deep, dark blue eyes and a smarmy smile on his victim's face. <br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #000000">"How... How the fuck did you just do that... Tell me!"</span></span> The Samurai screamed, watching the reckless mystic's body slowly turn from snow white to black.<br/>"Well, since I got here just in time... On my way here... I left a phantom to carry some precious cargo, allowing me to pick up the pace. When I saw you dashing to kill Haruki... I knew any attempt to pull him away would have ended leaving me out in the open. So I used my phantom to phase through Haruki and allow myself to take the blow in his place." He explained. " Speaking of precious cargo, I think she's already arrived." He said, turning to his right, his phantom having completed his task, letting Nyoko fall to the ground, vanishing in a mist of blue smoke.</span>