The Serpent Inside (A Karmagisa Fanfiction)

13: Attack

Owl: *Staring at computer screen* *Nodding and cracking knuckles*

I will conquer this battle scene.

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Nagisa spit out blood as Takaoka slammed his fist into his stomach. His internal organs squirmed at the blow, and he gasped as the breath was knocked out of him. He ducked beneath a fist that was thrown at him but wasn't prepared to dodge the hand wrapped around the back of his throat. Takaoka gripped it tightly, shoving his face down while simultaneously bringing his knee up to smash his face. Nagisa gasped at the hit and stumbled backward, grabbing onto his bloody nose.

Takaoka slammed his foot onto Nagisa's kneecap, forcing him to the ground. He followed with another slam to the head with his other foot, bringing stars to Nagisa's vision. Nagisa rolled along the ground, feeling dust slowly start to choke him. Tears came to his eyes as Takaoka grabbed him by the hair, raising him up painfully. Nagisa grunted as he felt the roots of his hair protest at his actions—some gave and snapped, leaving strands of blue hair behind.

Nagisa blinked wearily as he watched Takaoka pull back his arm for a punch. The man's meaty hands made contact with his face, hitting his face with enough force to snap Nagisa's head back. He felt fiery hot pain travel beneath the skin of his lower face, and his lip bled from where a ring caught and tore through skin. Nagisa blinked away his tears as Takaoka grabbed him by his collar and lifted him back up. Nagisa couldn't hear the words that escaped his lips, instead opting to kick him right in the eye with his heel. The man paused for a second and rubbed the area around his eye before glaring fiercely back at Nagisa. He gripped his throat tightly before swerving him around and throwing him across the room.

He heard Karma scream.

Nagisa wiped his lower lip and brought his hands underneath him. He was about to bring himself up to his knees when a foot slammed into his spine, pushing him onto the ground. He gasped as the breath was knocked out of him. The foot continued to press harder into his back, bruising the skin and bones of his back.

"Where was that anger from a bit ago?" Takaoka sneered before laughing.

Nagisa could hear Iyuka sobbing. His hands trembled as he closed his eyes.

Karma let out a heart-breaking scream.

Nagisa was dying.

Wait—no, that wasn't quite right.

A smirk came to Nagisa's face, though Takaoka couldn't see it from their position.

He wasn't dying; he was death.

Takaoka caught a glimpse of a pearly white fang for a mere moment as Nagisa turned to face him. Suddenly, a glint of a blade appeared in the light as Nagisa slammed a blade into the meat of Takaoka's calf. The man screamed and fell onto his back.

Just like that, Nagisa was gone, having melted into the shadows.

And the next show that the boy was still alive was a haunting cackle coming from the darkness above him. Takaoka's trained but insane eyes flickered around the rafters, desperately searching for a glimpse of bright blue.

"Did you truly think I wouldn't have improved? In all these years, for me to stay at the same level of ability?" A laugh. The breath hit the back of Takaoka's neck, and the man threw a punch into the air behind him.

Karma's breath hitched slightly as he began to calm enough to process the situation.

Of course—Karma nearly found himself laughing at the realization—Nagisa was the Blue Krait. The third Reaper- the God of Death. He dies only when he chooses to, and he chooses when those around him die. Was that not the distinction between God and mortal? The distinct power over life and death.

Iyuka was still shivering beside him.

"Don't—" Karma coughed. "Don't worry Iyuka. Papa is going to take care of this."

Iyuka slowly opened her eyes to see one of her father's smiling confidently at her.

"He's always one step ahead."

More laughs came from the rafters. It had been so long since he was gifted with a capable opponent since he was able to use the bloodlust he commanded effortlessly. The bloodlust to hurt, to kill—to hunt.

The last time he felt himself fall to his snake half was when Silver-sensei was still alive. Silver would bring in people for Nagisa to train his hybrid side and controlling it on. He lost count of the people he'd bitten without hesitation. With many of them he found himself smiling at the pain he knew was coursing through their body as his venom did its work.

Though, even though he knew biting Takaoka would get the job done painfully, it wasn't enough. Honestly, nothing would be enough for Takaoka's punishment, however Nagisa would have to make do.

Nagisa sat upon a beam, relaxed, legs dangling underneath him. He pulled out a little concoction he kept on him, something he and Ritsu had created after his tentacle fiasco. Nagisa downed the silvery contents of the bottle and felt a warmth coarse through his veins and a practically ignoble vibrating originating from his heart.

The next thing he knew the wounds dotting his flesh clotted up, the blood-flow stopping as the wonderful little chip inside his heart did it's work.

Now, Takaoka would get what was coming to him.