Tsurara Takahashi

My breath was bated, I could not hold on any longer. Using the Gun Stick, I had done several jumps from one place to another, all to get to Tsurara's location.

The plot developed nicely, but it was going too fast for me. I barely had enough time to steal more Sticks.

Of course, this was all for the sake I my master plan. And the thermos Flask was going to help achieve all that, and more.

Making my last jump, I had discreetly made sure to steal small amounts of lifespan from every passerby to make up for the losses I had incurred.

Of course a little wasn't enough, but with so many people out there it was enough to recover my lifespan to peak condition to just when I had stolen an entire criminal's energy.

Pink smoke dispersed into the air as I stepped onto the ground, I was just in time to witness the death of Tsurara Takahashi.

"Today we will stop being a pair for real." I gazed at the scene, a blonde haired girl with tears in her eyes.

"Hey... dummy." The girl with the dark, short hair was obviously Nagtsuki Hyoka, the future Nana.

"I'm sorry.. and also." At that moment she jumped off, eyes closed as she descended down below.

Sighing, I made my move. Rushing towards Hyoka. Hyoka turned around, she faced me with a crazed look in her eyes.

I was pointing the Gun at her, "What the?! Who are you?!" As I had no time to explain, all I did was jump up high over the fence with the Shoes Stick I had remade, there was no second to lose.

Blood streamed down my cheeks as I shot at Tsurara's body. After knowing full well that she was safe, I flipped my body, feet downwards.

The impact was severely damaging as I had made a crater where Tsurara's body should have been.

"F*ck!!" My face contorted in pain as the shock surged through my body. All I could do now was; jump.

My muscles were strained immensely after this, forcing me to use the Gun to take me to safety.

I hacked as blood spurted out of my nostrils. My congested phlegm and mucus spilling out in ungodly amounts.

This was of course, the perfect time to test out the new Stick I had duplicated from a Magical Girl that could recover any severe damage to the body.

It was a blowtorch that burned away all the pain, I had gotten it in Shi's district. It had Shi's purple butterfly wings and the hiragana 'ho' on its handle.

The pain was excruciating, but the results absolutely worth it. I was back in peak condition in three minutes, with only some splattering of blood here and there.

At the side I could hear Hyoka and Tsurara crying to each other, at first Hyoka was reprimanding her but soon they made up and started tearfully lending a shoulder with each other.

"Well now that's sorted, I should probably do this." I muttered to myself, revealing the Stick I had just duplicated prior to this mess.

It was a pretty useful Stick from Juuroku's district. It was a pair of Kitchen Scissors with the symbol of Gemini in the centre of its blades.

The way to use it was to split it apart and make a cut on the person you wished to clone, then press the button on the top of the handle of the opposite blade and voila; you have a clone.

Usually it was for the user to create clone for themselves, but I knew better and used it to create clones of others.

Then took the clones lifespans. That was how I had been planning on surviving when I was extremely low on lifespan.

In this case, the clone was going to be the replacement for the real Tsurara. Glancing at the two girls, I noticed that they donned expressions of shock and amazement.

I smiled charmingly and went on with my work, firstly taking away the clones lifespan then using the Gun Stick to teleport the corpse to a decent amount of height and letting it fall.

It was all relatively easy, now for the hard part. Killing the old hag. "Oi, you two. You coming or what?" I shouted at the two, catching their attention.

"To where?" Hyoka was still cautious as before, she had already set on using the Electric Drill if anything went wrong.

I sighed, my patience with them waning. "To get revenge."

.....

"Ah, perfect timing. And you bought two more helpers! So how are we doing this?" Anjou grinned at me, hiding her malicious intent behind her sweet words.

I shook my head and entered the room, "Reiko Maguchi." A beautiful woman with strands of hair over her face faced me, causing me to remind myself that she was a crazy one.

"Oh? And you are?" My eyes shone as she lifted her slender left arm over her face, I could see the Bracelet Stick just right before me.

In the split second that she was distracted, I made my move. Hurriedly whipping out the Gun.

In my haste, I had shot straight at her, rather than the Stick. Which displeased me, but not so much as I knew where I had teleported her.

Not wanting to waste any more time, I shot the others before myself with the Gun, leaving behind a trail of pink gas in our wake.

I opened my eyes and discovered that Reiko Maguchi had already created a dome of ice. Clever idea, she probably guessed the weakness of the Gun.

But that would not stop me. "Anjou! Hyoka! Attack!" I bought them out of their dazed state and soon they were battle ready.

Anjou waved her Handbell, causing waves upon waves that whittled down the ice dome. Whilst the twisting laser beams did the same, with much more impact than the former.

Seeing this I felt much more safe. Then, I turned to Tsurara. Who was at this moment on the floor, lamenting her weakness.

"I... can't do anything. She's out there fighting for me, and I can't help her." Tsurara clenched her fists, an expression of despair and determination in her eyes.

I sighed and bought out the pink Lamp Stick I had created. Pressing the top button on the handle, several objects flew out of the hole.

They were all the Sticks that I had created with the Flask. Sticks of varying forms laid before her, I described all of their abilities in detail hurriedly and how to use them as we were running out of time.

In the end she chose three very dangerous Sticks. A tobacco pipe with bone wings, a sign that it came from Ni's district. It had the ability to create toxic concentrations of gases.

A hula hoop that could endlessly change its size and clamp down on the opponent, becoming akin to a guillotine blade.

And finally, a frying pan with the ability to create blazing infernos of any shape and size.

So, with that she was off. Assisting each other in a dance to the death. Something, I shall personally participate in soon.

But for now, I shall wait.