It was hard to believe that just over a month ago the city barely escaped being annihilated by the partial summoning of the strongest demon known to man. Four and a half meager weeks had come and gone, in what seemed to be the blink of an eye. Four and a half weeks since the greatest collaboration between the strongest young adults in the city had taken place, yet between them, unresolved issues continued bubbling to the surface. It took that entire four and a half weeks for the strong, stubborn blood which commanded the young woman and man to reach yet another boiling point.

She stood with her legs spread in a position of power and balance, as to not be thrown off by the raging wings surrounding her. The typhoon forced gale that surrounded her caused her long red hair to carelessly whip back and forth across her face; never once did it impede her vision. Her eyes, a passionate red fire, burned in a stern glare, fixed upon the eye of the storm; never shifting, never blinking, and never flickering. Within her tight grasp she held a precious, flaming sword which she had grown to master over the past year. Her fire was not merely conjured by the magic she inherited at birth, but by her soul, her determination, her stubborn attitude, her genuine heart. All of the fierce red surrounding her body was only contrasted by the light blue, fitted high school uniform and her naturally pale, creamy, soft skin.

He stood just a few yards away, hands planted within his pockets, adorned with a gaze strong enough to meet hers. His brown, messy hair blew carefully around his forehead, as he stood within the center of the raging wings. Looking at just this man, it would seem that the wings present belonged in a summer field on a sunny day, but the dark clouds begged to differ. With a fashion sense as cool as the breeze he summoned from the depth of his being, he could not help but admire the girl before him. In such a short amount of time she had gone from a temperamental brat to a young woman who could protect herself and her entire family. By no means did he plan on taking credit for the warrior, but he would admit to being the catalyst that helped overcome fundamental flaws without catastrophic events unfolding. With eyes just as passionately red, he met her gaze with no hesitation, returning it two fold, but she seemed unaffected by the experienced man.

She charged at him full force, screaming to release all the power she could in one blow which was assured contact, as the man made no effort to step aside. As she neared, the winds became more concentrated, and a small tornado appeared between the two bodies. The sword light up, surrounded by tall dancing flames, as it sliced through the tornado, making an opening for the girl to continue her charge, without losing momentum.

When she made it through the cell, she leapt into the air to bring about the final strike. The lack of movement or concern coming from the man brought her some unease, but nothing would slow her down. Just as her sword was exactly one inch from the top of his head, his eyes opened to reveal a color as blue as the azure sky. Their strong gazes met, and within a millisecond he smirked, and her eyes widened in disbelief. A strong wind picked up from behind the man and caught the girl in the hair, blowing her back to where she was when their initial starring contest began.

"Kazuma! I can't believeyou used your contract against me! How could you do that? It's clearly cheating!" She stood up and wiped the dirt from her clothes, returning the sword to nothingness.

"Oh wait! I know! You had to use it because you know you're not strong enough to beat me on your own now! Wow, I can't say I'm surprised though. I didkick your ass a month ago, so that was probably a good idea for you!"

Kazuma straightened his jacket, his eyes back to their natural red shade, "A real fighter is prepared for anything their opponent can throw at them. It's not my fault you don't have the capacity to anticipate your opponent."

"Capacity? How dareyou insult me like that, Kazuma! I'm the next head of the Kannagi family! I kicked your ass! You just don't want to admit it!" She planted her hands on her hips, her glare becoming angrier with every second he continued to wear a cocky smirk.

"If that's what you wanna keep telling yourself, go right on ahead, I won't stop you. But I won't stand here and listen to you yell at me. I'm going to grab some food. You're welcome to join me if you want to, Ayano."

Kazuma had already created a great deal of distance between the two of them by the time Ayano decided dinner would be a great source of revenge, as it usually was. Kazuma smirked and shoved his hands deep inside his pockets, now knowing with certitude that Ayano had completely forgotten the other events which were to be held on that very day.