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A Slythern always pays his debts

Character Names: Severus Snape and Minatsuki Takami
When: Sometime this week, after the Halloween party
Location: Outside Minatsuki's bedroom
Summary: Minatsuki's comments and attacks during Halloween have pushed Snape over the edge, and he's out to teach her a lesson, wizard style.
Rating: PG-13, considering who's involved.
Warnings: Swearing. Violence. Two immature people beating the crap out of each other.
Status: Ongoing.

She really had nerve, that brat. That child. That silly girl. She didn't know what she was dealing with.

Maybe she didn't care.

For days Snape had been brooding, remembering his last encounter with Minatsuki Takami, remembering every insult, every slap, every slight. He brooded and nursed his anger until it was at a breaking point.

It was time to teach her a lesson.

Wand in pocket, Snape crept towards Minatsuki's room. The door was shut, but she had to be in there. His hands tightened around the wand's handle.

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She wasn't moving. She wasn't bleeding anymore either, but she wasn't moving. Had he hurt her that badly? He crouched down close to her, his robes and trousers soaked and sticky with her blood. There were so many other scars on her back, but her fresh injuries were closed up, jagged and angry pink lines. She would need rest, and a blood-restoring potion. But she'd live.

She spoke, or groaned. No.

"You won't die," he hissed at her, but there was no real vitriol in his voice this time. "You've lost too much blood, but you won't die."

He wanted to tell her, to remind her, that he'd won. That he'd beaten her and that was the price of crossing Severus Snape. But he couldn't say it. She'd know, though.
He really should stay and help her.

Wordlessly, he stood and siphoned away the blood on his clothes by magic. He wanted to leave, but he didn't.

There wasn't a hint that he was coming, no clue unless Snape had been listening for it. "You son of a bitch," his voice was icy, "you sick motherfucking son of a bitch!" He screamed the last word, grabbing Snape by the throat and slamming him against the wall so hard the plaster cracked.

Yoh was cursing himself, how could he have missed this? How could he have been so stupid? How could he have not been there when his sister needed him? Rage shook his body and pumped loudly in his ears. He had made a promise to her! He promised Minatsuki he would be protect her and this little shit made him break it! This little shit may have...

Yoh couldn't help but run an infinite number of horrific scenarios in his head. The terrible things that could have happened to his baby sister because he'd been too preoccupied to save her.

His hand tightened on Snape's throat. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you right now!"

Snape gasped for air as Yoh slammed him against the wall. He should have known that the brat's older brother would do this, the same kid who attacked someone at the prom with a knife. He should have known. Stupid, stupid. Yoh was just a Muggle, but he was angry, and he surely had a knife, and he was definitely dangerous. Perhaps a bit mad.

Snape lifted his wand ever so slightly, not so much that Yoh could grab it, but enough so he could use it if he had to. When he had to. "Because I can kill you first," Snape choked.

But he wouldn't kill Yoh. He just had to get away from him.

He chuckled darkly. "You're going to kill me? With what? Your stupid little stick?" Yoh's free hand grabbed Snape's dominant wrist. Like his sister he was unbelievably strong, but unlike his sister he depended entirely on his physical strength, with no powers to back them up. He was practiced and agile. With one quick twist Snape's wrist broke cleanly with a sickening snap. The wand fell to the floor. "That's fucking hilarious."

Snape screamed. He dropped his wand at the wrenching pain in his wrist. He kicked out with his legs in a vain attempt to hurt Yoh. Nothing he could say would help. If he could summon the strength to speak.

Perhaps this was just another person to get revenge on later.
Maybe this was enough revenge for now.

He sobbed as he tried to break free from Yoh. "Let me go," he snarled, trying to sound menacing. "I'll make you pay."

Yoh silenced him with a swift jab to the throat. His face was still cold, "you'll make me pay, huh?" Yoh had managed to avoid or take Snape's attacks without flinching, it wasn't hard considering all the practice he'd had. "You're a stupid piece of shit, aren't you?" His grip tightened. "I don't care about you, you're dirt to me. But you made a mistake. A single, stupid mistake," with each word Yoh's grip tightened against Snape's throat until he couldn't breathe. "You fucked with my sister!" He slammed Snape against the wall again harder than before, and this time letting him drop. There was no way Snape would be able to catch himself, he'd be too stunned from hitting the wall. And, Yoh make sure, he would land on his broken wrist.

Snape collapsed in a broken heap on the ground. He bit back a whimper at the pain in his wrist. In his wand hand.

Yoh's words barely registered to Snape. All he could focus on was his pain and the dim need to find his wand. With his unhurt hand he groped around on the ground for where it fell. Insanely, all he could think of in his head was Accio wand, Accio wand over and over, for all the good it would do.

"She deserved it," he managed to spit out. He knew it was the wrong thing to say, but it was true. The stupid girl got what she deserved.

Yoh kicked Snape's wand further out of reach.

Then came an icy silence following Snape's words. Yoh crouched down to Snape's level with his hands on his knees. He shook his head slowly, almost sadly. "Wrong thing to say," he said finally, straightening. "Wrong thing to say!" With that final word he kicked Snape in the stomach, he did not hold back. The kick was hard enough, strong enough, and well placed taht it could make Snape buckle over despite himself. It might make him throw up. But it was not quite enough to make him blackout. It was a trick Yoh learned from his father.

But he wasn't finished. He wanted to hear bones break, he wanted to hear Snape gurgle, too injured to scream. He wanted him not to take his words back, but to realize what those words meant. There was a satisfying little snap as Yoh's foot hit Snape again, this time hitting his face, breaking the Slytherin's nose.

Yoh bent down again, inspecting the damage as if Snape were a piece of artwork in a museum Yoh was passing through. His features reflected brief mild interest at best.

Snape curled up on the ground, as small as he could make himself. His wrist hurt beyond belief, he couldn't breathe, and his face was wet with blood. He might be crying. He couldn't tell. Part of him wanted to have his wand and curse Yoh into oblivion, curse the stupid Muggle into something that barely resembled a human.

The other part, the part in his broken wrist and nose, wanted to sink into the floor and never see Yoh or Minatsuki again. More than anything, Snape wanted to be back at Hogwarts where his biggest concerns were homework and Potter.

At least Potter never broke any of Snape's bones.

"Never, ever go near my sister again," Yoh warned him in a low growl. He struck Snape once more as he said this. Then he paused and watched Snape struggle for breath. His face twisted into something like a smile but his eyes remained icy. "I think we understand each other, don't we?" he asked in mock friendly tones.

He did.

He understood that Yoh was dangerous, and mad.

He understood that Yoh could stand to be taken down a peg or two.

He understood that Minatskui would be left alone. Unless she bothered Snape again and needed to be chased off.

But Snape couldn't speak, so he just did the closest thing he could to a nod.

That was all Yoh needed.

"Good," he said. He stood then, and crossed to his sister. With unbelievable tenderness and gentleness from someone obviously capable of so much damage Yoh scooped up his little sister's limp form. He muttered an apology to her carried her from the room, supporting her like a parent. He didn't look back at Snape again, but left him there bruised and bleeding.

Once he was sure Yoh and Minatsuki had left the room, Snape pulled himself over to his wand. It was hard to do, with a broken wrist and a bruised body, but he did it. Little by little he pulled himself over, coughing and wheezing all the way, breathing through his mouth. Blood and spit dribbled over his lips and smeared on the floor and over his already blood-soaked robes.

When he finally reached his wand, he gripped it in his left hand, curled over on the floor, and tried to think of every healing spell he knew. The list was pitifully short. So he lay on the ground, in pain and full of hatred and what might have been regret.

Twitching and otherwise motionless on the floor in a pool of her own drying, congealing blood, Minatsuki was not unconscious. No, that wasn't quite the right word for how out of it she was at that moment; she was in shock, brought about by blood loss and the rocking pain in her head.

She'd missed the part where her darling big brother had come in to play hero, and thus when arms wrapped around her frame and lifted her, jostling her person a little, the brunette - for some unholy reason - thought that the greasy haired boy was touching her, moving her to some other location to continue what they'd started here.

It felt as if lead had replaced all her bones, but the Deadman still managed to struggle - a little through her anemia, and her blood smeared face turned, lips parting to emit the croak of a voice she'd been left to.

"No. No, don't - fucking touch me."

"It's me," Yoh muttered, "he's not going to bother you again." He planned on taking her back to his room where he'd amassed emergency medical supplies in case something like this happened. While his distrust for doctors was not as strong as Minatsuki's he did have an innate hatred for anyone in authority.

"Ngh..."

Her eyes were rolling, finding it utterly impossible to focus on any one thing other than just how much her back her and the fact her face was swelling rather unattractivly. "Ow... - I'm gonna...ngh, I'm gonna kill him," she hissed, tone low and pained and utterly determined despite her whole body having just taken a beating that almost proved she couldn't kill the wizard.

"Yeah, you can," Yoh kindly assured her. "Just not today." She really didn't have the power to fight him at the moment. It was as if he was a father taking his exhausted daughter home from the fair, promising her they would ride the bumper-cars when they came back rather than a brother assuring his potentially mortally injured psychotic sister she would be able to kill someone. He was just glad she was breathing, that she was alive, that she was talking to him.

"Ugh." She felt sick, and light headed, and it was taking far too much energy to keep her eyes open. Had she been standing - well...not that she really can stand at this point, but the sentiment remains - she would have been revolving on the spot, dizzy and possibly sick.

"He fights...fucking dirty..." She's fading now. And fast. Consciousness is overrated.

"You'll get back at him, fight just as dirty," Yoh said. When they got back to his room he would dress her injuries and put her to bed.

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A Slythern always pays his debts

Much as I love the Joker, 'sexy' is not a word I would ascribe to him

Da-da-da-daaaaaa!!

Well, shit. My actions have consequences!

CONSEQUENCES OF THE YOH KIND

My least favorite kind!

>B[ You're in trouble, Limey

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/continues this bitch 'cause she can

LOL AWESOME

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