The End of His World

Chapter 3

Author: YumiAngel
Rating: M
Pairings: Kish/Ichigo and reference to several others.
Disclaimer: Don't own it.
Warnings: Blood, gore, swearing and possible sexual situations.

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Before anybody had time to say anything, a flash of light from the ceiling showed that somebody was teleporting inside the café. Startled, the mew mews and the café owners turned to gaze into the ceiling. What they saw surprised them.

Not only had Kish and Ichigo teleported thirty feet high up in the air near the top of the ceiling into the round-like café, but each of Kish's limbs had a long chain in them, and attached to each chain, from the wrist was one alien.

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Ever since Kish had been small, he had been trained in fighting, defending; killing. These skills we're made into reflexes, into instinctive movements that after couple of hard years of training came to him naturally. Sometimes this instinct was more in tune with his magic, the inner reactions of his magic and his senses than even he was consciously. So sometimes he first became aware of danger after his body had already reacted to it. This was not, always a good thing. There had been an incident when Kish had been fourteen and he'd been attacked while asleep, by his own lover. His body had reacted and his hand had grasped the dagger under his pillow and cut his assaulter's throat before he'd had time to realize that anything had happened in the first place.

The first thing to be noted was how everything slowed down. Every sense he had (all the six of them) maximized in a way that made him feel like he was drowning in an all surrounding globe of water that dulled every sharp sound. Explosions felt like thuds that echoed on every wall and surface found, the bat of an eyelash could be heard, making his elfin ears twitch.

This was what he felt once he and Ichigo had teleported. While falling down the twenty meters through air would have seemed like a split second to any human, to Kish it seemed like an eternity. They had, along with the four guards attached to Kish's limbs barely appeared before he had flipped his whole arm open, releasing Ichigo's form from his grasp, hurling the girl onto Pai's arms, whose blue eyes we're shining, his magic making the world just as slow to him as it made it for Kish.

"Kyaah!" The strawberry blonde girl shrieked in surprise.

The distraction disposed of (the girl was in the way and pulled down Kish's range of defence from a complete 360 to barely half of it, making him an easy target from the side he was holding Ichigo on). The guards, their dark green and cold steel armours shining in the warm glow of the cafe we're looking at him as well, three pairs of red-purplish eyes shining with slight fear and one pair of golden eyes with admiration.

So there is indeed one of my spies among these four, Kish mused to himself, seeing all four pairs of eyes start to gleam, all of the former emotions fading away and instead filling their eyes with battle ready calmness. Eyes darting once again to the red-purplish eyes on him, each of the guards drawing their blades, icy steel blades that looked like Arabian swords, curling at the end for maximal aerodynamic slashing effect.

Stimulatives, Kish hissed in disgust at the red spread into their purple irises. That Eoin's soldiers would sink this low. That the rebellion would sink this low. Unthinkable. Before, the rebellion had a view of something great. Now...they're nothing more than a flock of brutes fighting them in the hopes for a scrap of meat. Oh, what have you done to them, my dear... Eoin?

I have no time for this, and then there was power surging under his skin, readying his muscles to amazing feats of acrobacy and skill. Kish twirled upside down in the air, using the pull of the earth to his advantage, forcing his magic to take away the weight form his feet. The guards started to add their magic through their bodies, though on slower pace. Though the alien race had the ability to float, (they called it 'flying'...because...well, flying sounded cooler) it was something they had to control with their magic.

They had the ability to take the weight off their limbs and even their whole bodies, but Kish did not do this. He could use the magic in some more convenient way, and it was not his style to waste magic. It had been, perhaps, years back, but not now. He had been in enough battles to know that it was of more use to spare the magic, to be ready in case of another attack, instead of using showy tricks to defeat your enemy only to be exhausted in the end, and to be killed if another enemy would appear.

Kish's team-mates had paid the price more than once.

Kish tugged on the chain attached to his right arm and yanked the guard attached to him with speed that took the guard by surprise. The guard had no time to defend himself before Kish's bare foot impeded itself onto his face, crushing his nose and making him black out for a couple of seconds. More than enough time to take him out for the time Kish needed, making him dead weight falling through the air until then.

The heavy body of the guard sailed through the air and down, starting to fall more and more rapidly, passing Kish over his shoulder. Tensing some of his magic as a slight layer atop his left fist, Kish waited until the guard was almost past him before hitting the part of the chain attached to his guard's wrist. The locking system, covered in runes (designed to be unbreakable), exploded around the guards wrist, opening the huge metal ring around the guards arm.

The explosion echoed of the walls, appearing as a dull thud in Kish's ears. Kish was still wearing Ichigo's school's school uniform, the black jacket and white shirt along with the sleek, black pants. The shoes he had disposed of, before even teleporting so as to give him greater control over his toes and feet.

Guard four, the one with golden eyes had already taken the chain off his wrist with a pointed look at Kish that screamed:

I'm on your side, please don't hurt me.

Suppressing a snort Kish silently sent his thanks at the guard that had allowed him the full movement of his other arm. The two guards that were still holding onto the chains attached to his feet had drawn their weapons, double blades for one guard and a crossbow for the other. Sighing inside his head Kish let his eyes dart around the café, taking in possible weapons. The only things currently made of hard metal that would suffice to work as a weapon were the bricks waitresses used, on a tidy pile near the counter and the guards' weapons, along with the chain attached to Kish.

Throwing a doubtful look at the bricks, the alien rolled his eyes. With his luck the bricks would just crumble like tin paper.

The chain it is.

The Restraint chain designed to hold a prisoner on place and rid them of their magic was a beautiful work of art, and was worth quite much because of the impressive rune work on it. It consisted of four long chains, each of them 12 feet long, and a collar. It was largely the collar that did most of the constraining of magic, but they hadn't had time to put that on him.

"Die!" One of the guards screeched, and with a start Kish realized it was a female.

What is a female doing here? Kish thought startled before ducking in the air out of the way of the blade that would otherwise cut his head off his shoulders. The woman, controlled by her emotions and her rage didn't have a change, her movements were erratic and left wide holes in her defence that Kish took advantage of.

The guard grumbled like the one before her, like a rag-doll careening through the air, unconscious because of the swift hit on the back of her neck.

These are but mere distraction, Kish cursed, as the other eight guards teleported into the café airspace, one of the holding onto a small handheld device, one that Kish recognized as a magical signature pulled, which allowed the guards to attach to his magical signature and so forth teleport exactly to the point he was.

They knew I'd teleport, and they've been expecting my moves up until now. The fourth guard with the crossbow had used his magic to rise higher in the air, and Kish's eyes had only a split second to widen before the weight of the unconscious female hanging from his right leg snapped his feet open, so that he was hanging uncontrollably in the air.

God, this is humiliating. And the blush that spread on Kish's cheeks had nothing to do with rage. The fourth guard aimed his crossbow and gritted his teeth in concentration.

Kish, stop thinking, feel.

Guard number two, the one who had let his other arm free before, flew through the air with elegance before sticking out a leg to intercept the arrow aimed for Kish's heart. The arrow with dark green, almost black feathers, sunk into the limb like a knife into butter and the guard let out a scream of startled pain.

"Aah!"

That idiot, thinking so heroic, yet having no understanding of pain. He is young, Kish realized looking into the face before him, probably fourteen or fifteen yours of age. They really were cannon fodder.

The eight guards were already positioning themselves in a formation in the airspace, and Kish let some of his magic free, his teeth becoming sharp and his eyes becoming more feral. He pulled with his left leg, and the guard with the crossbow dropped his crossbow at the sudden jerk. The weight of the female pulled them within seconds to the ground, and on the way down Kish used the crossbow guards' body to protect him and his accomplice from several knives and daggers.

The projectiles made small 'thwack!' and 'thud!' sounds as they sunk into the guards flesh Kish had used as a shield. The boy that had protected him from the arrow was let out a cry of surprise, his golden eyes wide with fear. Kish ignored him.

Trust you instincts.

With lightning speed Kish leaned down to punch both on the females hand and on the last of the guards that had been attached to him. Finally free of the guards, now armed with four deadly chains, Kish smiled. The eight guards, all of them easily twenty years of age, were smiling as well, some of their faces filled with battle scars.

These are warriors. The tallest one, apparently the one in command, tucked away the handheld detector and Kish, standing on top of a café table, raised his left foot slightly in front of him, so that the bare toes barely touched the wooden surface, making the chain attached to it rattle slightly.

Stop holding back.

With a slight tensing of his muscular arms, the guard that had been hit with the crossbow was sent careening high through the air, and Kish jumped few feet off the ground, taking hold of the chains attached to his hands.

All eight guards attacked him simultaneously, jumping from table tops to tabletops, jumping high into the air after him, ignoring the fact that they could fly.

Looking down in the grinning cruel faces under him, Kish smiled as well, a warrior's smile. They love this. They grave for this. Yet they fear this out of their respect for me and my skills. I'll tear them apart.

There was a maniacal cackle leaving his lips before Kish even realized, and the sounds of dozens of blades leaving their sheaths filled the air, making Kish soul soar.

This was what I was made to do. Twisting in the air so that he was rolling through the air horizontally he sent the chains swinging around him like painful deadly whips. More than one guard was hit but it was but a mere setback. The guars that were flung backwards simply grabbed their magic and rolled in the air before jumping into the battle once again.

And after that, it was chaos. Kish took hold of someone's foot and flung him into two others, caught a painful hit on his back, rolled in the air in a way gravity should not allow and let the chain from his right foot impact on that guards face, blocking a sword with another chain, sending another chain wrap around the throat of another guard.

"Gaah!"

"Ka-chink!"

Blocking with the chain, lashing back with it, moulding the constricting metal into an extension of his body, Kish started to dance with the guards, adrenaline rushing through his veins. A guard screamed in pain as Kish twisted his arm behind his back and broke it with a satisfying 'crack!', but within moments the guard was back in the brawl, grinning and cursing and throwing his daggers at Kish. Kish pulled some guard that had been choking him in front of the daggers and kicked his foot in a round-a-house kick into the jaw of another. Two persons, moving too fluently together to be anything but siblings, both lashed out with their blades, one catching his thigh and other kicked him into the jaw with his knee because his blade had been blocked by a chain.

Jumping behind the ring of guards around him Kish sent one of the chains around somebody's leg and swung the guard around in a makeshift spike ball, ripping in the process out at least one of the guard's shin armour. The piece of armour careened through the air and by the force of the impact impeded into the face of another guard, who fell on the floor with a thump.

Ducking and blocking several blades, some of the guards taking the blades from their arm gantlets to hurl them at him, only to hit their comrades when Kish ducked behind somebody else. Nobody seemed to care, and even the guards with broken bones were still smiling. Grabbing hold of somebody's jaw and twisting the neck with a satisfying crack Kish paid for it by taking a kick into the tailbone, something that made him still for a second, which only allowed another guard to hit him in the face hard.

Stumbling backwards from both the strength of the hit and the pain, Kish ripped the handle of a sword that had been aimed at him and ripped it out of the guard's hands, using it to slash across the face of the guard that had hit him in the face.

The guard screamed in pain and fell to his knees, holding his face and trying to stop the blood that was bleeding everywhere. Using the earlier movement to his advantage Kish lashed the sword back and slashed the guards throat open, along with slicing both of his hands off by the wrists'. Someone pulled on the chain attached to his right leg, and Kish abandoned the sword and flung the chain attached to his left arm towards the guard, and the mass of the metal made the guard drop his hold of the chain.

Ducking and sliding between the sudden barrage of arrows sent for him (it seemed somebody had picked up the crossbow) Kish narrowly avoided being nailed in the throat and his right thigh, the third arrow aimed for his side missing him by several feet. Swinging the chains around him to clear himself somewhat Kish wrapped one of the chains to one of the pillars on the side of the circularly formed café and used the opportunity to fling himself onto the opposite wall, all the while the arrows kept sinking into the wall behind him.

Climbing the wall like an oversized gecko, Kish pulled a decorated silver plate off the wall and flung it into the forehead of another guard whom sunk to the floor, dead. Of the four remaining guards three came at him, and one started to run for Pai who was still holding Ichigo in his arms.

Serenity, commander, Tartalett's voice answered at last to the before asked question and Kish almost jumped in surprise, having forgotten from his third team-mate all together.

Get to the cat café; you've got bodies to gather! Kish commanded irritated, before jumping towards the three guards heading for him, entering the fray once again. One sneaky hand, fingers pulled together so as to allow the strike be both lethal and fast came for him. Grabbing the wrist and hitting the elbow of said arm with the palm of his hand from below, the attacker recoiled. A knee aimed for his head was easy enough to duck and Kish just opted to slip underneath it to deliver a poke to the guard number three's neck, effectively hitting the pressure points there, and making him start to choke.

The first of the three, his arm now healed, a healer, how interesting, attacked him again, this time nailing Kish with a hit beneath his ribs. Annoyed at the amount of hits the guards seemed to be getting in him, how on earth am I this distracted suddenly? Has my time on earth made me soft? Kish used the momentum of the hit to twirl around and sink the tips of his middle and forefinger to the soft flesh behind the guard's eyes, and in one swift movement ripped his eyes out of their sockets, the optical nerves making small snapping sounds when they broke.

The guard let out an inhuman scream, joining his companions on the floor full of wounded, and got in the way of guard number two of the three whom had finally turned around. Forced to jump over his companion, the second knee aimed for Kish's head was sloppy, and was almost ridiculously easy to swat away. Wheezing slightly because of the excruciating pain radiating from his ribs, Kish grabbed one of the chains and without further thought punched a hole through the guards soft stomach with his fist closed around the chain.

Pulling his fist back but leaving the chain inside the guard Kish grabbed the side of the chain protruding form the guards back and yanked harshly with all his strength and cleaved the other side of the guard into two, making his intestines fall on the floor in a flood of blood.

Sensing finally gravitation take hold of the young guard he had hurled into the air earlier, what felt like ages ago, but actually just happened seconds before, Kish looked up just in time to catch the shaking young guard. Setting the shivering boy on his feet, Kish frowned unnoticeably.

Looking finally at the horrified group of mew mew's and their friends, Kish dully noted that Pai had taken care of the guard headed for him and Ichigo by simply cutting his head off. Ichigo was staring right in front of her, her eyes shaded and her hands still shaking at the horror of what she had just witnessed.

Tartelett teleported into the café, almost exactly next to Purin, which made her jump in fright and raise her arms in defence. Tartelett spared her no thought but a mere short look of hurt that vanished as soon as it appeared.

"Commander, what is this?" Tartelett questioned, and Pai swatted the shorter alien on the head. Kish raised his hand to wipe some of the grime and blood off his cheek.

"Xian made a deal of some sort with the rebellion." Kish said silently, but the surprisingly gentle words echoed in the open space. Pai and Tartelett showed small amounts of surprise at the news, but the mew mew's looked merely confused.

"Who is Xian?" Zakuro questioned, tossing her dark locks of hair behind her shoulder, her other hand resting on her hip and the other holding tightly onto her weapon, looking ready to bounce at a moments notice. Kish almost raised an eyebrow at the change of attitude. It seemed as if the Mew Mew's were stronger now. More prepared somehow.

"None of your business," Kish said, his voice cold, before turning to Pai and Tartelett. Zakuro seethed in rage. "Pai, Tartelett. Clean up," the golden eyes commander ordered, before his eyes softened. "I'm sure their… families will wish to get their bodies." Pai and Tartelett nodded in acceptance before starting to make a pile of the bodies, sometimes bending over to pick up random body parts, like wrists' or a head. Retasu gasped in horror as Pai kneeled to twist the neck of the guard whose eyes had been ripped out. The alien just merely gazed back at the mew mew calmly, before turning back to gathering the bodies, sometimes kicking a weapon or two to the side.

Kish turned to Keiichiro and Ryo. "Can I borrow your control room? It's a matter of great importance that I make a report of this immediately." Ryo looked annoyed.

"Why should we assist you?" The tall blonde sniped, crossing his arms across his chest and Mint threw him an understanding look. Kish narrowed his eyes.

"Because, you don't just randomly attack the commander of the opposing army, do you? This is more than just a pathetic attempt at mine and Ichigo's person, this is a declaration of war, and make no mistake, the war will be happening on earth soil." Kish hissed, before turning to Keiichiro and ignoring the slightly flushed and confused Ryo completely.

"Well?" Kish asked.

Keiichiro nodded in acceptance before speaking. "Agreed, but on the condition we may witness what you talk about and that you explain this war to us." Kish opened his mouth to protest, but Keiichiro stood his ground. "After all if it is indeed going to be a battle on earth, then it is our domain, and our responsibility."

Kish grumbled slightly, but gave up. "Fine, but don't blame me for any queasiness and/or fainting that may happen. We're not going to be talking about picnics here exactly." The green haired alien hissed before stalking towards the back of the mew café where the control room was. Keiichi moved closely behind the commander and Ryo tugged on the mew mew's to get them moving, before finally, the shocked girls started to file out of the scene of death.

The last thing Ichigo witnessed before stepping into the control room and closing the door behind her were Tartelett's gleaming eyes as he lifted his left arm to speak into the communication pad on his arm.

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Kish frowned at the to others, unrecognizable signs on the main screen of the control centre, his amber eyes darting from side to side with furious speed all the while his long fingers tapped the keys of the keyboard with incredibly nimbleness as to keep up with the information feed.

Though he could have just teleported to Serenity and accessed the Nebulosa mainframe from there, actually hacking in from a remote computer that had no contact whatsoever with the Nebulosa's mainframe prior was actually easier; had he logged in on the Serenity's computer, within seconds not only had the computer been swarmed with pop-ups and commercials (the problem seemed universal everywhere), but the possibility of spying devices in Serenity made this way of communicating much safer. Or at least Kish hoped so, because the hacking into the mainframe was taking unusually long and he really didn't feel like going about it the round about way.

"Access granted," A voice with a heavy Nadar accent spoke from the speakers, and the mew mew crew jumped in surprise. A golden bar filled with the different coloured marking's Ichigo recognized from the alien ship popped up, and Kish wrote a short message in earth letters, seeing as the keyboard could not produce the signs fluently.

After some impatient poking from Zakuro and Minto (the two girls were extremely curious about what was going on), Ichigo finally dared to raise her voice and question Kish.

"Ano, umm, Kish?" The strawberry blonde girl hesitated. Kish showed no signs of hearing whatsoever, only continuing his communication with Nebulosa's tech in charge.

#Mainframe firewall penetrated# a dark purple text popped up, and Keiichiro was surprised to see some sort of a discussion window that faintly reminded him of messenger. Amused by the new development, the dark haired café owner took a seat on the right side of the alien, just as Ryo took the seat on his left. No use to stand after all, seeing as this looked like it could take some time.

Momentarily, the mew mew's looked annoyed that they hadn't realized to take the chairs earlier, but the emotion was forgotten as a sort of screeching buzzing was heard from the speakers. Kish appeared to be listening closely.

"Kish, what is going on?" Ichigo said louder this time, though still feeling a bit tense. She supposed things between her and the green haired alien before her, the green haired royalty before her, were never going to be the same. The small girl inside Ichigo was seething with annoyance at herself. There he had been, literally her knight in shiny armour, ready to save her like a princess in distress and she had been so occupied by race and a fight that didn't really belong to her that she had been too blind to recognise him for what he was.

And now he was so far beyond her reach it felt like she would break down and cry every time she saw those golden eyes locked onto her form. There was no emotion behind them anymore. It was like all that passion and love from before was just… gone.

"Not now Kitten," Kish answered after a small break in the buzz from the speakers, his voice sounding slightly annoyed and angry, but then again, Ichigo knew better. She couldn't by any amount to claim to know Kish, oh no, not in the slightest, but her small time locked with him in Serenity had taught her how to recognize some of his major moods, and though his voice was angry and annoyed, it wasn't directed at her.

Really, it was the 'Kitten' part that gave him away.

Granting access to commander in charge

Processing request

Communications connected

Kish tapped at the keys impatiently, waiting for the tech to connect him to his father, almost jumping to attack when he felt the weight of two elbows fall on his shoulders, and then the faint puffs of air on his neck as he felt Ichigo breathe. Her scent flooded his sensitive nose in the most annoying matter, because he really didn't feel like thinking about this now. But somehow he couldn't push the thought away. Ichigo was touching him. She knew what that meant for his people now.

"But I'm curious," Ichigo whined, making sure to keep her voice soft enough as to not annoy Kish's sensitive hearing, she, of all people knew how horrible the sound of screeching humans were to sensitive ears, having a pair herself once in mew Ichigo attire, just as she was now. His shoulders were tense under her elbows, and ignoring any strange looks thrown her way by the others in the room, she leaned even closer to Kish's back and started to rub the tense muscles gently.

She could practically feel him melt under her hands.

Kish, on the other hand, was trying to hold back a deep moan.

If this is a plan to distract me, it sure as hell is working.

"I'm afraid that the Emperor is… Commander?" A voice echoed from the speakers, and startled, Kish was embarrassed to notice that somewhere between the first touch of Ichigo's hands and the appearance of a face in the monitor, he had closed his eyes. Hipsu, one of his subordinates (kind of) and a fellow commander was looking at him amusedly. Kish felt the starts of a slight blush start to burn on his cheeks.

Dammit. This is the equivalent of being caught with your pants down. The commander cursed inside his head, Ichigo seemed to realize something was wrong as well and blushed heavily under the gaze of the other commander. Hipsu merely smiled calmly, his soft dirty blonde hair falling around his shoulders in slightly curvy waves but being pushed back from his face by a golden headband that revealed sparkling blue eyes with a tint of purple in them.

In all the years Kish had known Hipsu, he had never hated the older and always so devastatingly calm man as he did now. He recognized that tint in those deceitfully gentle eyes that still held the remnants of stamina drugs that the other commander had used in his youth.

He's never going to let me live this down, Kish brooded to himself, just wait for it and it'll come.

The green haired alien watched in some sort of detachment as Hipsu's mouth finally opened.

"Ahh, young love," The other commander began and Kish was happy he could only see his fellow leader through the screens or he might have been tempted to hit that smug smirk right off his face. "I see the rumours of your new fiancée are not exaggerated, Kaibutsu-sama. She is just as lovely as described. Congratulations on you soon-to-be joining."

The silence in the control room was deafening. Both Kish and Ichigo had frozen, still as statues, and the green haired alien had closed his eyes, mentally preparing for the explosion. Ryo fell off his chair in a huge crash, his eyes never leaving the forms of Ichigo and Kish, while Keiichiro just stared at Ichigo surprised. The four mew mew's had frozen, and now stared at the 'declared' couple in shocked horror on their otherwise cheery faces.

The silence was so oppressing it felt like time itself, had stopped.

And then the door opened as Pai and Tartelett entered, and all hell broke loose.

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A/N: Finally! I can easily say that this chapter was tough. No, not really hard to write (it came out smoothly on some parts, and, well, less on others) but it seemed as if I had written all these small clips to this and they didn't fit too well together, so I had to work some on that. Though I must admit I actually had planned to update this like two weeks ago, (the chapter was nearly done already then) but I actually, believe it or not, I forgot. I've been so busy with "Argentine Unlimited" and "Byakuya" along, with, you know, life, that it seriously slipped my mind.

Yeah, sorry, about that.

But, seriously, review. It does actually make me update sooner.

--Dark-chan

Thanks to LandUnderWave for spotting my exaggerated mistake ---