Ill Omen

He Isn't Fit To Live

(A/N: I laughed so hard because I was thinking that Reaper is the embodiment of that one meme from Fairly Odd Parents where it was just "how do you feel, Timmy?" "I do not.")

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When she appeared the room of the Ursus girl, it's easy to say that all hell broke loose.

"What the fuck?!" The girl with long brunette hair was on her feet immediately.

The one with shorter hair had her fists raised.

"Who are you?! Is that Lada?" She asked.

It was an understandably bad look for her. She had their unconscious friend in her arms, and she suddenly appeared in the room. Not to mention her overall appearance wasn't exactly the most....friendly?

"Oh, it's you? Did something happen to Lada?" The girl with blue hair asked.

She recognized her, but she couldn't place where exactly she's seen her. But despite the familiar words, her face held the same suspicion and surprise.

She remained silent. She turned and carefully laid the girl down on the bed.

Without a word, she disappeared in a cloud of shadows.

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It was around midnight when she appeared in Ifrits room. The lights were off and it was quiet.

Not even a second later, she felt herself being slammed against the wall with a hand clamped around her throat.

"Who are you, and why are you here?"

Their words were deathly serious, leaving no room for negotiation.

She pried her eyes open and was met with the face of the Vouivre girl who she had seen holding Ifrit before.

"Why does everyone insist on attacking me every time they see me?"

A look of brief surprise flashed across this girls face, before it disappeared without a single trace.

Taking this moment, she pulled against her authority and phased straight through this girls body. Now on the other side, she brought a hand to her own throat and proceeded to hack up a familiar black liquid.

"What did..."

The other girl looked at her in complete disbelief.

"I...give me....a second..."

Even in her mind, her words were strained. Black continued to flow down her lips, and hit the floor. It felt like her insides were on fire, and her limbs were full on needles.

But she ignored it.

"Why are you here? Wait...I recognize that cloak." The Vouivre said, keeping herself between her and the bed that Ifrit was on.

The Sarkaz was starting to stir, and the other girl looked slightly annoyed by it.

"Perhaps if you didn't slam me against a wall by my neck, she would still be sleeping soundly."

In response, the girl glared at her with a look that could kill. Too bad it wouldn't effect her.

"Mm....Saria?" The blonde girl said.

By her voice alone, it was clear that she was still half-asleep.

"Everything in fine, Ifrit. Go back to sleep." 'Saria' said, not taking her eyes off of the cloaked figure for even a second.