Kibou nonHikari: Oooh, I haven't gotten a review on this for quite some time. Thanks. I'll continue now, but it'll be quite slow though.

sodachex13: Yeah, I've made it a lot more realistic in the fighting... in fact, perhaps one of you could try guessing what 'Chrysehdye' means? It's not just a random word I made up, but it's also not an actual word... it's disguised~ XD

Tsukichin: D'aww, thanks. And yeah, Shiho and Rina are NagiHono shippers~ at some point, later on, however.

"S-so... is your hand okay now?" Nagisa asked, her hand tightly clutching around her own mobile phone. She had just recently bought it along with Honoka, not long before they had went on their field trip to the museum; not long before Honoka's hand had been crushed by Pissard. Sighing, she worriedly braced herself.

Honoka giggled, although she whimpered a bit from holding her phone with her only other functional hand. "H-hai, my hand is okay right now... the doctors worked hard to fix it." her voice replied. "In a few days, I should be able to use it normally again..."

Letting out a sigh of relief, Nagisa smiled sadly. "Ah, okay... t-that's great..."

"See you at school today then?"

"Of course!"

The phone hung up, and Nagisa let it plop to the ground. It had a possibility of breaking from the impact, but it didn't; not that she cared anyways. Her head had nothing but guilt and worry inside.

Mepple frowned. "Don't be too saddened, mepo." he said. Nagisa glared at him. "If Honoka-san can recover from that incident, then that means everything is fine, right?"

"So you say..." Nagisa gritted through her teeth. Her anger went away immediately, however, when she plopped down to her bed. "...but it's still my fault..."

"Ah, ah, ah. I told you, didn't I, Nagisa, mepo?" the fairy/phone/thing sighed. "It wasn't your fault Pissard decided to stick to cowardly tactics, mepo."

"Right, right..." the lacrosse-player replied, burying her head in a light-pink pillow. "...just let me go back to sleep..." Groaning, Mepple used magic to make his phone/body float up, and he smacked it down on Nagisa's back. The girl let out a yelp of surprise. "W-what are you doi-"

Mepple sighed sarcastically, rolling his eyes. She pouted. "You stayed up all night worrying about Honoka-san, mepo, then you phone her and tell her you'll see her at school, and then you're going to go to sleep? Unbelievable, Nagisa. Unbelievable, mepo!" he said with a loud tone, jokingly mocking her.

Nagisa yawned. "W-well, it's not my fault I couldn't sleep... she is my friend after all..."

"Or is she, mepo?"

He was clearly enjoying the red stripes of heat plastering on Nagisa's face.

Pissard gritted his teeth. "...damn you... damn you all..." he muttered, walking away from the cave. His body glowing white, he warped out of the realm, blocking out the noises of laughter from his other comra-

-no. They were not his comrades. Are you kidding me? You damned blasphemies... I'll show you how powerful I can be! he looked around.

"..." image of the Precures flooded his mind, and he felt more anger rising within. "...those damned Precures..." Although the burns on his body had not fully recovered yet, the silver-haired warrior was no longer bounded by any logic of battles. He shall let his body completely heal no longer, but rather, simply fight against the Precures immediately.

Because, after all...

"...you will pay."

Nagisa growled at Mepple. "Shut it, you dog thing."

"How rude, mepo!" the mascot exclaimed. "To refer to the chosen hero as a dog... you are utterly rude, mepo!" he commented.

Rolling her eyes, the lacrosse-player shook the phone as hard as she could- ultimately causing Mepple to hold in the urge to throw up.

He panted. "B-blueeeghh, a-and this is why... mepo..." he grunted. "...you don't have b-boyfriends, mepo..."

Turning red, Nagisa growled at him again. "I-I said to shut it! Graaaah!" she screamed. Shutting her phone close, she pouted. "Besides... I..." the girl stopped. There was a boy running towards her direction; and she clearly remembered who it was. "...a-ah...ah!"

The boy seemed to be running towards somewhere, and Nagisa had no idea where that place was, but god thank that place.

"H-hello!" she greeted.

Running past her for a few seconds, the boy stopped and turned around. "Uh?" he stared at her. "Do I... know you?"

She was tempted to run away and jump in front of a car, yes, but she was a Precure. She can't just panic now... "U-umm..." she muttered, "..the other day, at school... t-the soccer ball incident..."

Rubbing his chin, the boy ignored a question as to why some people rub their chins when curious (or why he did it himself) and smiled in recognition. "Oh, that other day!" he grinned. The boy winked to Nagisa, causing her to blush more. "Thanks for that." Although he smiled for a short while, he frowned when Nagisa stared at his outfit. "U-uh, something wrong?"

Nagisa blinked. "You have... practice on Sundays too?"

"Ah, that." the boy nodded. "Yeah, we have to practice... for the tournament!" He exclaimed, letting out a somewhat-dramatic pose. "

"O-oh, I see..." Nagisa frowned. "S-sorry for taking your time then, good luck!"

The boy nodded and continued his jog. "Thanks, and bye!"

"G-good bye!"

She sighed, the boy fading away from her view. "...ahhh." The orange-haired girl let out a frustrated scream. She began mumbling to herself. "Why do I feel attracted to him, yet at the same time, not attracted to him, god, why is this so hard on me, god why, why do I feel so weird, why am I so unfocused..."

Mepple popped out of her phone. "Hehehe, you see, mepo?"

"Oh, 'you see?', my ass!" Nagisa exclaimed, glaring at Mepple with a blush. "I- I told you we're not like that!"

"You never told me anything about him, mepo."

"Graaah! Shut up!"

The two stopped right in front of familiar gates... of a certain Yukishiro's household. Mepple chuckled. "Well, now, just scream out loud and Mipple will come to me, mepo!"

Nagisa frowned. "Even if you say that..." she muttered, looking around. "...this house of hers is... I mean, mansion of hers... is just too huge."

"Don't underestimate the power of love, mepo."

"Power of love, my ass."

Chuutaro suddenly came running out, his tongue flowing, as he jumped towards Nagisa. "A-ahhh!" Mepple screamed. The dog jumped and swiped the mascot down, proceeding to playfully lick its face. "L-let me go, mepo! How dare you treat me like this!?"

Nagisa grinned. "What a powerful legendary hero." she mused, earning a glare from her mascot. Then, she saw Honoka running towards her.

"M-Misumi-san!" Honoka shrieked, her face turning a bit red. Nagisa took immediate notice of the arm cast on her right arm. The bluenette shook her head a bit, and continued her rush. "W-what are you doing here...?"

The lacrosse player frowned. "I'm here because... uh, Mepple was being picky..." she muttered, and then shook her head. "W-wait, I thought Pissard only crushed your hand?"

"..." the bluenette remained silent. "A-about that, umm..."

Mipple suddenly jumped out. "Mepple~"

"Mipple~" Mepple screamed.

The dark atmosphere blown away, as the two mascots hugged each other, Nagisa and Honoka stared at their two fairies. "...ah. There goes the mood." Nagisa muttered.

"...y-yeah." Honoka said.

"Hey, let's go to the park, mepo!" Mepple screamed, snapping the two out of their glares.

"H-huh?"

Mipple giggled. "I'm gonna play with the swing with Mepple, mipo~!"

Honoka frowned. "Umm, sure..." she said.

Which was exactly where they went. A nearby playgrounds that Mepple and Mipple somehow thought was a 'park'. It was simply those public playgrounds for kids. The two girls sat on a nearby bench, sighing.

Honoka chuckled. "They seem to act perfectly for each other." she commented on the two fairies "I feel a bit jealous..."

"In my opinion, I think it's annoying." Nagisa commented.

The bluenette rolled her eyes as Mepple asked Nagisa who she was calling annoying. Then, raising her head, she turned to the lacrosse-player. "Misumi-san..."

Nagisa stared at her. "Huh?"

"I thought you'd have a boyfriend or something..."

At this, Mepple let out an incredibly mock-filled laugh, to which Nagisa gritted her teeth. "Shut it, you dog thing..." she muttered, and sighed. "Ehh, you asked so directly... I don't have anything like that." the orange-haired girl replied sadly. Honoka's smile seemed to brighten.

"Then we are the same!" the bluenette exclaimed.

Nagisa blinked in surprise. "...Yukishiro-san, you're famous around the boys." she pointed out. "You get lots of love letters."

Honoka stared at her in response. "It's not that much..." she chuckled. "Just one or two every month."

"That's a lot..." the lacrosse-player muttered. Sighing, she relaxed a bit on the bench. "Compared to you, I get love letters from... girls..." the girl said, deadpanning.

The bluenette smiled. "Is that so...?" she muttered. "Then... do you not like receiving love-letters from girls?"

"Eh?" Nagisa blushed a bit. "A-ah, it's not like that, but... umm..." she tried to find something to say, but couldn't think of anything. Her fingers fidgeting together, she scratched her hair frantically. "Ah, I, uh... I just think it'd be more normal if it were from boys!"

"But that proves that you're amazing~" Honoka said, hiding away a split-second frown. Nagisa stared at her questionably. "I'm sure you'll be able to find a great boyfriend one day..."

Chuckling, Nagisa smiled. "D'awww, thanks, Yukishiro-san..."

By now, they had fallen silent awkwardly while looking away. Mepple and Mipple seemed to grin at them, but not saying a word.

"...Misumi-san." Honoka suddenly begna. Nagisa straightened her back in surprise, her face flushed a bit. "...do you have anyone you... like?"

Albeit the slight confusion as to why the genius of her grade would be asking this, Nagisa couldn't help but gave it a thought anyways. "W-well... there is..." she stopped. The images of the boy from before went through her mind. "...actually, n-not really..."

Frowning, Honoka nodded. "Ah, I see... if I had someone I like," she began, "I'd wish for it to be mutual love..." the bluenette finished.

Nagisa nodded, stil confused. "...r-right..."

"Oh? Have we met before?"

Pissard did not like this one bit. He was searching for the wretched Precures, those damned girls... he had no idea he would run into someone he had possessed in the past, or at least, controlled. He had certainly not expect to run into this woman, known as Takenouchi Yoshimi. Alas, it was the weird creepy teacher who he had made into his puppet during that one time he infiltrated Nagisa's/Honoka's school. He gritted his teeth mentally. "..." Giving no reply, Yoshimi pouted.

She patted his back. "Hey, hey, mister. You shouldn't ignore a lady when she asks you a question, you know?" she lectured.

Slightly sweating, with a bit of nervousness, Pissard looked to another direction. "..." He refused to talk. But one look at his expression would be obvious that it had said, get away from me.

Yoshimi, however, was not an ordinary teacher. When curious, all her moral senses and etc. are thrown away immediately. She sighed. "You are rude, mister. And I don't have much time to begin with." she said, looking at her watch. "I need to get going soon, so you better tell me your name fast."

Then just go, you stupid lady! Pissard almost wanted to scream. Sighing, he glanced at her. "No, we haven't met."

"Ah, really? Okay." Yoshimi laughed. "See, you could've just said that in the first place!"

Fuck no, he thought to himself as she followed him and talked about random crap he didn't give any shits about.

The tall man pointed to himself. "My name is Mr. Girl Magnet!" he exclaimed. Together with the fat teen, the two bent down and laughed hysterically.

"Gahahahaa! Nice one, bro!" the fat one, with the red-white cap, exclaimed.

Honoka blushed a bit, feeling humiliated despite having no idea what was so funny. "W-what's so funny!?" she exclaimed, unable to contain her anger (and embarrassment) anymore. Stepping forward, she gave the two teen boys a glare that... didn't scare them off that much.

The two did, however, took a step back in surprise from her. "G-guuchopa.." the tall one muttered.

Why 'guchopa'? Nagisa raised an eyebrow. "U-uhh... well, umm, Yukishiro-san, don't mind these type of guys!" she exclaimed, then grabbed the bluenette's arms and began pulling her away. Honoka pouted and weakly flailed, trying to get away so she could teach the two guys a lesson, but she failed as Nagisa was naturally much more powerful than her.

The two guys stared at the girls walking away. "...do you think they're lesbians?" the tall man asked.

The fat man nodded. "Yeah, whoa... I bet the blue one's on top."

"What? Naw, man, the blue one's gotta be the bottom one..."

Honoka promptly got free, walked back to the two men, and kicked them in the nether regions due to somehow having heard them. With a red face, she rushed back to Nagisa and chuckled nervously. "I-it's nothing, Misumi-san~" she reassured.

Shrugging, Nagisa wrapped her arm around Honoka's again and sighed. "Just to make sure you don't go kicking guys in the parts." she muttered.

Whispering an embarrassed 'sorry', Honoka tried to avoid looking at Nagisa's face.

For a moment, the two walked around the city, arm-in-arm, as they tried to find a place to eat.

"Eh... I think I'm feeling a bit hungry." Nagisa commented.

Honoka nodded. "Then... I could eat as well."

Mepple exclaimed from within his owner's pockets, "Good idea, mepo! I'm starting to-"

Rolling her eyes, Nagisa stuffed her hand into her pocket and gave a light punch to Mepple. "Not you."

"Awwww... you're mean, mepo..."

Chuckling, Honoka looked around. "So what would you feel like having?"

Nagisa brightened. "Taiyaki?"

"T-taiyaki?" Honoka flinched. "Uhh..."

"No? Then yakisoba?"

"P-pasta...?"

"Okonomiyaki?"

"...pizza...?"

"How about nabeyaki udon?" Nagisa smiled.

Sweat-dropping, Honoka scratched her head. "D-do you only like food with 'yaki' in its name...?"

Nagisa blinked. "H-huh?" she said. "Umm... no, it's not.. like that..." She replied, rubbing her chin for a while before suddenly smiling. "I got an idea!" Smiling, the lacrosse-player grabbed the bluenette's arm and dragged her all the way to a yellow truck selling food. "Let's have takoyaki!"

"Still 'yaki'..." Honoka whispered to herself.

"Akane-san!" Nagisa called. The woman owning the truck gasped and smiled. "How are you doing?"

"Nagisa!" Akane grinned. "It sure has been a while..." she said, chuckling. "You doing well?"

"Yep" the orange-haired girl responded. "Two orders of takoyaki please."

Akane smirked. "Coming right up..." she said, and started making them. Meanwhile, she saw Honoka staring at her uncomfortably- with what seemed like a jealous pout or something of that sort. Akane held in a laugh. "Oh? What's this, you two are on a date?"

This immediately got them red. Nagisa choked on her saliva and clutched her own throat. "W-wha-Akane-san! Don't j-joke like that!"

Honoka shook her head. "W-we're not on a date! No!"

"Hai, hai. Of course you're not."

In a couple of minutes later, the two departed and left with content expressions. Honoka chuckled. "That was rather fun." she commented.

Mipple giggled. "Of course it was, mipo~" she began, but suddenly gasped. "A-ah!" she screamed, and hid herself in her phone.

Slightly confused, Honoka looked forward. "A-ah! You!"

Pissard stood tall on a signpost, grinning at her. "Yes, indeed, it was fun." he said. "So fun, feeling that amount of pain and being dissed by your fellow comrades... you have no idea how much I want to rip you Precures to shreds now."

"What do you want!?" the bluenette jumped back, thinking she was prepared to fight.

He let out a laugh. "You know very well what I want, Cure White."

Honoka grunted. Turning around, she took off with a sprint, but Pissard let out another laugh and jumped across the sky. He landed in front of her, causing the girl to take a turn to another path.

"You can keep running, but you won't succeed in escaping." Pissard said. Other than that stupid bitchy teacher who I've finally gotten away from. He rolled his eyes, and slowly walked in the direction of Honoka. "Why not just give up now?"

"Never!" Honoka spat back. She took another turn.

Sighing, Pissard jumped onto a wall and kicked his leg out, sending him towards Honoka. He landed right behind her, and as she continued running, he started increasing his pace.

"You are making this tiring for me, you brat." Pissard stated. "Just hand the Prism Stone over to me, and I shall-"

Honoka sent him a glare. "As if I'd let you take over the world!" she exclaimed, and turned towards a construction site with no one present. Good. No innocent people should be there... smiling, Honoka ran deeper into the abandoned area.

Pissard, however, felt a bit confused. "Why trap yourself? Sometime, you Precures really raise a few questions in my mind."

"Shut up!" the bluenette shouted back. She took a turn, and inconveniently reached a wide-spaced deadend. "D-damn..."

The villain laughed as he walked closer to her. "Why not just give up now?" he asked. "If you just hand over what rightfully belongs to us, I'll actually let you off the hook. In fact, you probably don't want anyone else to get hurt, right?" the man continued.

Gritting her teeth, Honoka turned around to face him. "Why must you- ugh..." she groaned. "Why do you try to take what matters dearly to me?"

"That is because-"

She shook her head. "You have no right to do so at all, Pissard!" the girl interrupted him. "This world is peaceful and quiet, and you and your group are trying to ruin the peace for what- your own selfishness!" she said. "Naturally, someone who wants the peace must be there to save it! You wouldn't understand, as all you can think of is your stupid group's existence and goals!"

His expressions darkened. "You don't even know the half of it, girl."

Honoka pointed directly at his face, scowling with an expression filled with disgust. "You're just a low, filthy villain who can't do anything else other than work for some big idiー"

She didn't really know why, but if she had to put it in words, it's that either Pissard really hates her specifically or fate itself hates her specifically. She felt her cheeks met with metallic gauntlets and pure hardness, and within less than a second, her back crashed into the construction steel-walls within the area. Pissard walked over to her just as she managed to get up on her one unbroken hand. "You better keep that mouth shut, Cure White." he scowled. "You think I get all the luxury as a villain and all those stupid 'sympathy' from the people helping me? You think you know what I'm going through!? Think again!" He gave her face another kick, ignoring her scream.

"S-shi..." the bluenette wailed. It hurts... it hurts... "N-no matter what... I will neverー" Pissard shut her up with a kick to the stomach. N-Nagisa... please...

"Oh? What's this?" Just as Honoka finally stopped struggling, Pissard kneeled down and grinned evilly at her other hand- the one in a cast. "Is that what I did last time? Oh, must have felt great to get that cast, didn't it?" he asked sarcastically. His eyes had been painted completely black with a lust for revenge, and the desire for gaining back the respect he deserved.

Honoka grunted. "...y-you'll... never..."

The villain scowled. "I said, keep your mouth shut!" he roared. After slapping her one more time, he suddenly grinned. "Say, since your right hand is useless right now... why not dispose of it?"

Mipple finally decided to try and take action. "N-no, you can't, mipo!" she exclaimed, but Pissard suddenly grabbed her from within her phone form and slammed her against the ground violently. "W-wahh!" Mipple hid herself again, hoping that Pissard wouldn't take the Prism Stone from within her tail. He didn't, as he was too preoccupied torturing his blue-haired victim.

Inside her body, Honoka could swear she felt her fear rise up intensely. If anything, it made her want to throw up right now, on this spot, but... she couldn't. Whimpering in fear and pain, she tried to shake her head, but Pissard shoved her head against the metallic walls.

"Oh, yes, you'll actually enjoy it." Pissard held one hand up, the other keeping its grip on her head. The free hand suddenly began charging some kind of glowing energy ball, from which Honoka could feel the dangerous warmth and heat in. "You see, with this, I shall release a huge beam that shall disintegrate your useless hand and arm- and you'll thank me, Cure White. You'll thank me for getting rid of your useless nuisance-like arm."

Her tears emerged, and she used the rest of her power to just about cry. "P-please... please, d-do..n't..."

Having been lost in the waves of rage, Pissard snickered. His mouth opened, and he said the two words that Honoka dreaded the most right now.

"Say goodbye~"

If anything, Honoka really and desperately wished that someone would save her. S-save me, Nagisaー

ーPissard had been too lost in his desire for revenge, that he didn't felt anything hit him.

At least, that wasn't until a few seconds later, where he had crashed right into brick-hard cement pavements. The pain that surged through his head a few split-seconds after wasn't anything like an ordinary kick; in fact, Honoka couldn't describe how happy she was when she saw Nagisa swing that giant metallic lacrosse stick against Pissard's skull. Normally, she wouldn't been at least a bit worried for the villain due to the fact that it could've been murder if his skull or brain had been destroyed, but in this case, she was a bit too terrified to do anything at the moment but cry and wrap her unbroken arm around Nagisa's thighs, wetting her shirt while she let out all her fear with relief.

"Yukishiro-san, it's alright, I'm here..." Nagisa said, hugging her back as Mepple jumped out her pocket. He ran over to the phone that had fallen on the ground and shook it. "Yukishiro-san... I'm sorry, I'm sorry for leaving you alone..."

"Mipple!" Mepple screamed. "Are you okay, mepo!?"

The pink fairy groaned weakly. "Y-yes, I'm okay, mipo... b-but Honoka-chan...!"

Mepple pointed to the bluenette, who was sobbing fearfully into Nagisa's shirt. The lacrosse player herself bit her lips with intense guilt and shame. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Although Honoka tried to tell her it wasn't her fault, she failed to do so and kept on crying instead.

"...you bastards..." Pissard muttered through a set of viciously gritted tooth. He pushed his way out of the cement rubble trapping him underneath, and snarled ferociously at Nagisa. "You, Cure Black! I will fucking rip you to shre-"

His face met the girl's heels, and the man was sent flying back against unfinished but abandoned buildings. "You keep your mouth shut!" Nagisa screamed. "I... I won't forgive you for what you did to Yukishiro-san!" She rushed towards his body, and just as he groaned, she smashed the metallic lacrosse stick onto his body. "I'll kill you next time you do anything to hurt my friends, I will-"

"Shut the fuck up!" The villain hurriedly got up and punched her stomach. Nagisa sputtered and felt herself lifting off the ground, her back crashing into the rough surface of the abandoned area. "You... you'll pay for everything!" he roared, stomping on the fallen lacrosse stick Nagisa had dropped prior to the punch.

"M-Misumi-san!" Honoka shrieked. She rushed over to the orange-haired lacrosse player, and helped her up with her only functioning hand. "A-are you alright?"

The girl nodded. "Y-yeah, I'm alright..."

"Transform now, mepo | Transform now, mipo!" both their mascots exclaimed.

They nodded, and together, the transform sequence activated. "Emissary of Light, Cure Black!"

"Emissary of Light, Cure White!"

"We are Pretty Cure!"

Cure White pointed at Pissard. "Servant of the Dark Power..."

"...return to the darkness from which you came!" Cure Black finished.

Impatient, the villain jumped from his position towards them. "Curse you damn Precures!" he exclaimed. With one punch filled with darkness, the two dodged it as the ground they previously stood on disintegrated. "I will kill you both and get back the respect that I deserve!"

"You don't deserve any respect!" Cure White exclaimed. She jumped up and did a roundhouse kick, to which Pissard blocked with his arms.

Cure Black got under that, however, and delivered to him a lightning-infested punch. "You're just a pathetic villain!"

Once more, he crashed into cement.

At this, Cure Black grabbed Cure White's unbroken arm. "Yukishiro-san, we're leaving now!" she shouted.

"O-okay!" the bluenette replied.

The two ran out the abandoned area, hoping they could at least lose Pissard. However, hot on the pursuit was the villain himself who had gotten up a few seconds later. "Don't run, you filthy cowards!" he roared. The two girls ignored him, and he charged up some evil energy balls to throw at them.

"Shiiiiit!" Cure Black screamed. She swayed from left to right, Honoka following her directions, as they dodged all the energy balls thrown at them. "Yukishiro-san, do you think you can make it to a larger area like around the train's tracks?"

"...y-yes..." she replied.

The two made their way towards an empty, but wider, area, with the raging Pissard chasing them.

Their fight took a longer time than any of them had though. By now, with their sleeves torn and filthy dust covering some of their body parts, the Precures were actually holding up quite well. Pissard, however, was not coping well with this fight; his breathing started becoming ragged, and his eyes formed bags underneath for unknown reasons. "Damn... you... Precures..." he muttered. "You will all... die anyways... why do you fight!?"

"Because we want to protect this peace!" Cure White shouted. "We love our own planet, and someone has to protect it!"

He gritted his teeth. "What use is it if you will fail anyw-"

"That's because we won't!" Cure Black cut him off. "We won't fail if we try our best!"

"Nonsense!" Pissard barked. "The Dark Lord will crush all of your hopes to dust, he will-" he was cut off again, barely able to dodge a punch from Cure Black. "Cheh, you stupid Precures should learn your places!" Pissard landed on one railing, and shot a beam towards the two of them.

They dodged it, landing on another parallel railing. "If you won't give up..." Cure Black muttered. "Black Thunder!"

Cure White, although hesitantly, moved her right arm- the broken one- to grasp Nagisa's hand. She winced a bit at the pain, but since it was for the sake of defeating an evil cause... "W-White Thunder!" Together, they glared at the white-haired man. "Our beautiful souls..."

"...shall crush your evil heart!" Cure Black said.

Their hands tightening around one another's, they raised their free hands towards Pissard. "Precure Marble Screw!"

"Like hell that'll work!" Pissard spat and shot another beam at it.

The two blasts collided against each other, and as a climax of the battle, both sides were now pushing as much energy as they could put into the beams.

Pissard grunted, his eyes bulging out. "Give up now, Precures!"

"Never!" Cure Black exclaimed.

That's when he grinned. "Hmm. I wonder..." he said. The other girls raised their eyes curiously, when suddenly, they heard trains coming- one from the city, another towards the city. Cure White looked down and realized that both sides were standing on the rails, and both trains were coming towards them. "If you don't give up now, we'll both die anyways. How's that?"

She cursed. "D-damn it... damn it..." Cure White tried to think of a way to change the situation, but she found it useless. Within a mere 45 seconds, the trains would reach them.

"Heh! You better die fast!"

"No..." Cure Black muttered. "We won't... we won't die!" she exclaimed. The Precures' beam suddenly grew bigger, catching Pissard off-guard. "We're the Precures, and we won't fail because we're trying! You'll lose, Pissard, and we will win no matter what!"

Cure White then nodded. "Y-yes, she's right!" she told Pissard. "We are the hope of our world, and if we lose, then they'll be disappointed in us!"

The beam pushed closer to Pissard, whose arms were starting to feel like being torn apart, limb to limb. "N-no, this can't be-"

"We'll win!" both girls shouted.

In a flash, the beam tore through Pissard's torso. With disbelief, fell onto his knees, the shaking railways blurring in his vision. "N-no... damn..."

Cure White frowned. "We... did it..." she muttered.

Cure Black quickly jumped back, as the trains closed in. However, her eyes widened when she saw Cure White fall to her knees as well, still on the tracks. "W-White!" the orange-haired fighter shrieked. "Get out!"

The bluenette, however, felt her vision fading out. "I- I can't... do anymore..."

"White!"

Pissard scoffed weakly. "It's... a shame..." he grunted. He reached his hand into the gaping hole in his torso and clutched around something. Taking it out, it seemed to be some kind of green jewel. "...bastards..." he muttered. Pissard then threw it at Honoka roughly, knocking her off the rails. Just as Cure Black finally saw what he had done, the trains ran over him and caused the villain to explode into black dust.

"H-he..." the orange-haired girl whispered, shaken. Unable to find any words to say, the girls reverted back to their original forms. "N-nevermind that for now... Y-Yukishiro-san! Are you alright!?"

Honoka laughed weakly. "Y-yes... I'm alright..."

Hugging the bluenette, Nagisa could swear it hurted so much to hold in her tears of guilt, for not following Honoka earlier.

I'd like to note that I finished writing this chapter during a moment where I couldn't use the Internet. (I left this tab open so I just had to make sure I didn't save it otherwise I'd lose the entire thing.) Anyways, I had written it halfway already before the moment, so I had to remember the rest of the part however I remembered it and then write it in my own way, so if some things are waaaaaaay wrong from the original, forgive me. (Yeah, I could've edited them anyways, but I'm too lazy.)

Also, no, I do not have anything against Honoka. I just... had to make him torture her like that, but I really don't have anything against her, really! Daaaaamn, I'm sorry, Honoka.