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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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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

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/continues this bitch 'cause she can

LOL AWESOME

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