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Nervously she took a step back, leaves crunching softly underfoot as a gap was left between them. "It's okay you keep em, ah shouldn't accept candies from strangers anyways." Something about this man frightened her swallowing hard she tried to ignore the bitterly unpleasant taste of bile lodged in the back of her throat. "Depends Mister on whether James is really James...Hanako might be Hanako...maybe."

"Ah really don't wanna die tonight, ah know there's some reason you want to talk to me in private. Ah don't think any of those reasons are good." More leaves crunched underfoot as she kept on lengthening the distance between them. "It's useless to kill me here mister cause you'll find even if you kill this physical body I can move into another." Nose crinkling the childs mind raced to try and figure out something, to try and figure out why he was here. "Are you um...with Xaviers? Cause ah told'im ah aint ever going to be apart of that group. Ah can't be in a group I'm like a lone Shiba Inu. So you just march back on there and tell them No way not in a bajillion years,"

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  He listened to her and his brows drew together as he tried in vain to parse Japanese from English. He caught the lie as a spot of orange on an otherwise dark canvas, and smiled.

"Hanako, is it? What was it yesterday, little girl, and what will it be tomorrow, I wonder."

He settled on a headstone opposite her garden party set up, and shrugged. “Kid, I was born and raised in Japan; I can source Japanese food from anywhere in the world, and have.”

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Daken's voice snapped the girl out of her foolishness as a result a crimson hue crept across pale cheeks, how much had he witnessed? The thought kind of daunted on her mind until she watched the man produce something that caught her eye. "Oh my Kami-Sama! Those're Morinaga Hi-Chews and not the English type either the real deal... how the hell did ya get those?" Sniffing the air excitedly she cautiously took a step forward hands hovering over the gift unsure whether to grab them or not     .

"I was kind of expecting a y'know...lynch mob but these candies are kind of a surprise." Subconsciously her hand brushed up against her pouch thinking of the makeshift bombs nestled safely there.  Maybe she had been a little to hasty to spiral into doomsday preparation mode. "I knew it, I knew ya where old! Just by watching the way ya held yourself and acted,I think it's weird though that you don't look old." Shaking her head in confusion  Nightshade paused  before returning his bow at a lower forty-five degree angle. "Nice to meet ya James-San my name is er, Hanako." 

'Hanako? Is that honestly the best name you could come up with? Just act natural he won't even suspect anything.' Her heart matched her frantic thoughts as the girl tried to act natural before uprighting and forcing herself to focus on anything apart from his tattoo and unique hairstyle.

"So er, I don't mean to be rude or nothin' but what's this meeting for? What do ya got to say to me here that ya can't over at my stall? Here to tell me I'm a Mahou Shoujo and your really here to grant me superpowers or somethin'?" The sarcastic joke an effort to relieve the tension and embarrassment of her earlier performance. She had to bite  her tongue to hold back a sassy remark over the possibility his Mohawk could be a sentient magical creature. 

Master Of Puppets::

  He had spent the intervening two days watching her. If his heart had been capable of such a thing, it would likely have hurt to watch her sleeping arrangements. As it was, his nose curled in distaste and he resolved to call CPS when his meet was over because no one should use their parents as a comforter when they’ve been dead for apparently years.

It was unhygienic.

His own mother was dead, long since. The child was not alone in her traumatic parental issues, but at least Daken didn’t have the need for emotional of physical closeness. He worked better alone, pulling his own strings and commanding his own puppets. His just happened to be alive still.

He jumped lightly down from his perch on a nearby crypt and strolled over, silently. He’d had decades of training, after all. But he still looked young, and his lip curled in a sneer as she called him an old man in her mockery.

"This oyaji always keeps his promises, shōjo.” He stepped in front of her and tilted his head in greeting, for holding out a bag of her desired candies. “I am James. It’s an honor to meet you.”

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Nightshade ducked behind a pole, she had been stalking the girl for most of the day. She belonged to that school! A haven she had been searching for ever since her feet graced the land of America.

"Eeeeep! No ones here keep walking!" She squeaked moving to hide behind the letterbox.

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— Can I help you?

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"No, I kinda just stay at home in the cemetery 'cause yeah when ya can do the things I do not many people want t'be friends" Reminiscing she thought about all the friends she had in Japan and how popular the girl used to be before inheriting her gifts. "I used to have a bunch of friends in my old country but y'know that damn ocean...."

 Looking back at him she felt a little uncomfortable with his staring, fixing up her dress the girl focused on the television screen instead. "Oh yeah sorry Mister, course whatever ya need t'do I guess...I could loan more but your rule says no to hanging out with those "morons" again. So yeah I guess you can do this your way! Thank you so much, like ya don't know how much this means to me!" She chirped happily nodding her head and booing when the guys she was rooting for didn't make the goal. "DAMN, they didn't do the thing! These guys suck! I think they should have the mascots and cheerleaders playing the game instead! That would be waaaaay more interesting!" She stated with a giggle.

The task to end all tasks!

  "I’ll see how my bullet or sword flies…I get payed for the job not the manner how I do it. I’ve done said you got a request on the kill it’ll cost extra and yer already on a limited budget toots."

He blinked and just stared at her in awe of her for a few moments before finally speaking up again.”Uhh Kid why don’tcha just….Not do that and errr never mess with those Moron’s again? I’m pretty sure by the blood on the money you handed me that they didn’t just give ya a freindly loan….Seriously you don’t get out much do ya? Like at all? It shows…Alot.”

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"Oh my Kami-Sama, this is just terrible, you poor thing don't worry I can help ya!" Rummaging in her pack she produced a pink flowery bandage and approached the man "Easy now Mister, I'm going to bandage this into a sling then I'm gonna hail a cab to take us to the emergency ward." Turning away she let out a small sniffle followed by a sneeze of course she was terrified she had never encountered this kind of situation before.

"The good news is… I beat the Wrecking Crew. The bad news is, I don’t know how to set a broken arm. On an unrelated note, my numbness spell is working very well. Don’t feel a thing."

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Yes! she was finally home free, free to wander off and set up shop somewhere else! Oh yeah as soon as this was over a Hello Kitty collage had her name all over it. Maybe she might live it big and go get some bubble tea, then go and eat a whole chocolate cake. Ah the possibilities where endless "Ow damnit!" She cried out as a tree branch snagged on her jacket and she careened headfirst into a bush. "No come on get up you clumsyface!" 

Soon enough she had broken free from the restraints of her leafy prison and had made it just outside of the cemetery gates. "Haha is this like a um 'Murica party cause I totally forgot to bring my gun and smoke...." She stated giggling to the gunmen. Knees buckling she found herself falling to the harsh stone road for support her chest felt tight and a sneezing fit overwhelmed her. "These are not the droids you are looking for!" She stated in between sneezes head tilted to look up at the suited men. By now her precious puppets would have been taken care of to, 'Oh Kami-Sama this is how I die....this is how I die!' she panicked to herself inwardly.

  The sword managed to nick him on the face but he wasn’t paying much attention to the slight sting. Unsheathing his blade from the cane scabbard, Ryuu took out an advancing walking corpse, stabbing the walking stick deep in the earth, somehow managing to keep himself balanced on a single focal point, kicking out with his legs at the remaining zombies. 

While he was busy with that, his “insurance plan” in case he took longer than the estimated fifteen minutes which consisted of three men with guns were waiting outside the cemetery with guns, enjoying a smoke break.

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Looking back up at the woman Nightshade could tell she was very uppity, maybe someone of importance? Still she wasn't one to grovel though she did still retain her manners. "Omega Tele...pole? Do you work for the electrical company Miss?" Pulling out her pink sweater she held it out for her "I'll let you touch mine if I can touch yours?" The mutant stated seriously, maybe this is what you do in this situation. She never really had much experience in social interaction and it was making her anxious. 

  "Hands off!" Emma scowled upon seeing the woman brush her fingers on the high heels. She didn’t like it when people touch her things especially ones she didn’t know and ones that came under the table to hide. Frost continued to look down on the woman as if Nightshade is some lowly human or a servant to her. "I am a omega world class telepath darling and I’ve sensed your mind-waves the moment you stepped in." She then took a step back away from Nightshade though she still maintained eye contact. She also waited for the woman to stand up and talk properly before Emma speaks again to her.

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Sneezing again she let out a yelp her neck burnt as the corpses head toppled down to the ground. Silently her mind flickered back to her Ninjutsu classes, to evade one used a multitude of tools Shuriken, Metsubishi, Tetsubishi, ones that where not available to her. "Damnit..." She whispered when the realization struck her she was practically defenseless. 

"Okay so when we come against a totally badass meanie villain what do we do.....?" Thinking aloud her hands gently slapped and massaged her cheeks as a game plan struck itself in her head. "Hahaha take this buttface!" She threw her sword in his direction before launching the remainder of her corpses at him aiming to swarm and overwhelm the gangster. She then made her way to the door grabbing her wallet on the way out forgetting entirely to take her parents corpses with her. "Later sucker!" She teased back childishly as freedom was in sight, she was to careless they where obviously sending in the big guns now.  

  "Tomo—?" His eyebrows drew together in consternation at the thought of this girl ordering him about as if he were a common pet, or worse, that she thought he would obey when she was clearly lying, possibly calling in help; it wouldn’t be the first time.

Rumination was put on hold as a peculiar grinding sound caught the attention of his sensitive ears and the horrible stench of rotting flesh assaulted his equally sensitive nose. Mutant then. His mind deduced clinically, hand once again tightening around the cane which housed a sword, before relaxing his grip.

There was no need to pull out all the stops and show his hand prematurely.

Ryuu took one…two…three steps before making a full out running leap, aiming to take the head off of one of the undead guardians, cane twisted behind his back.

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A sudden sneezing fit overtook her at the sight of the angry ghastly man. When she found reprieve from her coping mechanism she wiped her nose and tried to keep calm. "Hehe sorry, take it easy now I didn't know these fellers had any friends...."

Pausing a crimson hue crept across her cheeks "I didn't mean it to sound like that. More so like um....I thought this was an unclaimed graveyard..." Nodding her head the mutant wiped the dust from her cheeks  and dress before releasing control of the corpses. 

"So um are you a magic person to?" She squeaked softly trying to ease the tension.  

  "Maybe you’ll be joining them if you don’t put my friends back.”

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Her fingers found themselves tightening around the soft fabric of her cardigan twirling it between her digits. A sneeze broke forth again as she found herself subconsciously backing away "I....I don't have it you guys know I don't, listen mister how about you come around tomorrow I can get you the full amount then." That would give her the perfect amount of time to pack up her belongings and vacate to a safer more remote cemetery.  

Maybe the mutant could scare him off easily like the other fools. Pausing she concentrated slowing her breathing down a strained smile broke her face."I'd walk away and come back tomorrow mister, cause I'm a fierce angry magical girl and I can hurt ya real bad!" The sound of stone grinding against stone could be heard as casket lids slowly slid to the floor. Streams of crimson began seeping down from her eyes as she took control of the corpses around her.  Bodies twitched and stiffly rose from their resting places followed by an overpowering stench of decay and the sound of a small sword being drawn. As she giggled the twenty other corpses behind her began giggling in unison moving protectively in front of her. 

  Ryuu found himself incredibly bemused with the situation. He’d accepted all assignments given to him by his superiors in the Yakuza, regardless of their difficulty level or how strange. This rated at least a solid 6 on the Weird Meter, mainly due to the fact that he was in a cemetery, a place he avoided if at all possible. 

Titling his head slightly in contemplation, tightening his hand on his cane reflexively. “I’d rather get this over with quickly, miss. Give me what you owe and I leave you be.” He stated, not at all concerned with her threat, it was in her voice that she didn’t really want to fight. 

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Nightshade was lazing about her crypt when she heard an unfamiliar voice break the silence. Sneezing in fright she backed away from the man tripping over a casket in the process. He looked like Yakuza and even adopted similar mannerisms to the gangsters. The teen sneezed again before trying to appear fierce "Are ya here for my debt? Look I know I'm late you guys just charge ridiculous interest..." 

In true fact she'd been dodging the Yamaguchi-Gumi for a few months now, her debt started off small only a few hundred dollars for necessities here and there. Though the interest ended up snowballing that debt into thousands and she found herself on their wanted list. Though they never even bothered to check the cemeteries for her and those that did ended up being run off by her zombies.Though this one seemed to bypass her defenses without many visible scratches on his person. 

 "Take one more step forward and I'll be forced to respond with violence!" She warned meekly straightening herself up and moving a little closer to the gangster. 

"This is unfamiliar…"

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"Ah! You startled me! Are you okay Mister, do you need help?" The small teen's cheeks reddened as she let out a small kitten like sneeze. "Sorry It happens when I'm scared..."

          Oh, hello. [ Pants ] I wasn’t expecting company…

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"I don't know I just kind of make them come to life...." She stated awkwardly staring at the freshly excavated twitching corpse next to her. Unbeknownst to her she ended up strolling down to a school for mutants and resurrected their dead..

 "Maybe I'm magic or something..."

"Care to explain how that’s even possible?"

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Biting her lip nervously while listening to him talking she nodded her head when appropriate to show she was listening. "My house isn't actually on ....." The child paused, he nearly caught her off guard there. Frowning and poking her chest she reprimanded herself inwardly 'Letting slip silly information like that to strangers could be dangerous. That was too close you stupidface'

Absently spacing off she would have apologized for associating him with the Yakuza but he did just threaten to encourage a Lynch mob on her person so manners where lost in that situation. "Yeah see you... it's been such a pleasure Mister." She stated sarcastically before returning his bow politely turning tail and scampering off home. Missing the fact that he too gave away information that he was a mutant also, information that would have been of great value.

The next few days where an agonizingly nervous rush for the poor girl, emerging from the underground crypt. Nocturnally Nightshade began commencing preparations. Withdrawing some large pink cardboard and some markers she began scribbling down a game plan, mapping out escape routes and figuring out how to prepare herself for a lynch mob or counterattack. Reassuring herself naively and steadying her trembling hands a triumphant burst of courage spilled forth from confident lips. "Yeah this will work perfectly if he decides to be a big meanie! Sorry Oyaji but I have you outsmarted here!" 

Gathering ingredients she began crafting some simple Metsubishi one of the gifts that had sunk in away from her classes at the old Dojo. Combining the peppery ingredients she stuffed the mixture into intact eggshells before hiding them in a small Doraemon pouch by her side. "Okay now for the fail safe..."

Wiping the sweat from her brow she stood back and admired her handiwork. Apart from the five that where usually kept in her crypt she had spent the rest of that time digging up another five corpses and had placed them in the crypt entrance. This was her domain and the kid new these places like the back of her hand. 

Sitting down outside, a tartan picnic mat was placed on a flat grassy plain followed by a tea set and three plates, one for the small teen and her parents. "Hey Mamma I brought you that favorite cake you like! I found it in New York." Smiling and giggling she pulled telepathic strings moving her mothers hand to rub up against her own cheek. Subconsciously their forms where always shape-shifted to look fresh, new and so very lively, like they had in their sentience. To say one had traumatic parental issues was indeed an understatement.

"Hey Pappa last week I beat up a mean american gangster, y'know the ones that go on about swag and stuff? Well he was being mean to a homeless guy so I beat on him and cut his tummy open. But yeah I'm okay now, sometimes I wish you'd take care of me and mamma better." 

Slumping down on the grass she watched the stars twinkling brightly in the night sky before pulling out her I-pod and flicking onto her happy playlist. The eccentric sounds of Kyary Pamyu Pamyu where blasted through her headphones as she zoned out. Drifting off to sleep to the upbeat music her mutant abilities subconsciously took over as her minds control slipped. Jerkily the puppet forms dropped and they returned to the decaying disgust that was deaths embrace. Slowly as if in some sort of horror film they crawled forwards and embraced the girl protectively on either side. Some children slept with fuzzy stuffed animals although herself well she preferred the corpses of her parents. A highly macabre but loving gesture in a twisted sense. 

The next night marked the second day and the day onto which this mystery man was supposed to arrive. Waking up from her makeshift bed a yawn was stifled as the sun hit her eyes. "Ow Dammit!"  Jolting up and running inside she stored her parents inside. Re-emerging a few minutes later a pink jumper hoody was pulled over her head to block out the sun. The days events where rather uneventful, on this day she tended to her normal routine feeding the homeless and the stray kittens as well as buying some groceries for herself and helping old ladies cross the street. 

Nervously approaching home she stood by a large gravestone near her crypt. Watching and waiting as the sun slowly descended beneath the horizon. At the smallest sound be it of a branch breaking or a wild animal shuffling about in the woods her heart would race and a sneeze of fear would break the natural silence.

Giggling and placing her hands on her head to signify his mohawk she deepened her voice and formed her face into a tiny pout  " Hurr, hurr I know what you are hurr, durr I'm going to get the town onto you...Tch that Oyaji's probably not gonna come anyways, yeah he was just messing with us! Just bein' mean and actin' all tough.."  Doubling over and laughing out loud the budding Puppeteer distracted herself from the real danger and severity of the situation. 

Master Of Puppets::

  The fluent Japanese coming out of the fair-headed corpse simply reinforced his opinion that the master, or rather the mistress, was a child. Either she was a child or one who was not too far away from it. There was nothing in his voice or bearing that hinted he spoke Japanese, so she’d decided on appearances alone. How kawaii.

"I will of course bring a visitor’s gift. It would be rude to not do so. Though you will hold me excused if I leave my shoes on in the cemetary; I will not walk on grave dirt for the sake of manners." His Japanese was gorgeous, though he resented the surface appearnce judgement. The two-day span would give him enough time to visit when she was out and get a feel for her routine. It suited him well. But his lip curled in a sneer at the suggestion he was a Yakuza member.

He folded the money back into his pocket and spoke evenly. “I would not lower myself to associate with the best of them; they are only human, after all, and we are so much more.”

It bothered him that with dead people there was no smelling a lie; the mere fact that it was pretending to be alive was a lie. Everything else was immaterial. “Until then, Analetta.” He gave her a half bow, which with a little girl would never hurt, and walked on.