Lightning Strikes Twice

The girl turned sharply toward Hikari and Lila, her piercing gaze landing on them with an intensity that seemed to silence the entire café. She raised a perfectly arched eyebrow, her almond-shaped eyes narrowing as they locked onto the pair. Her voice, though light and teasing, carried a dangerous undertone, a blade hidden beneath velvet.

"What was that? Were you two talking about me behind my back?" she asked, tilting her head slightly, her honey-blonde waves spilling over her shoulder. The strands shimmered subtly in the café's dim light, their electric blue highlights faintly catching the glow as if charged with static. Her lips curled into a smirk that was both playful and threatening, her golden-brown eyes flickering with a spark of something untamed.

Electricity crackled faintly around her body, bright arcs of energy snapping and hissing against the air. The crackling sound was soft at first, like the gentle hum of a live wire, but it grew louder, more volatile. "Because if you are…" she continued, her voice slipping into a sing-song tone that betrayed her bubbling irritation, "I'll shock the hell out of you."

The moment she spoke, the entire block seemed to respond. The lights in Shizuna no Kumo flickered violently, casting the café into a series of rapid, disorienting shadows. The hum of the overhead fixtures faltered, and the buzzing neon sign outside dimmed, leaving only an eerie, intermittent glow. The customers looked around uneasily, murmurs breaking out as they tried to make sense of the disturbance. Yet, despite the growing unease, not a single person's gaze landed on her.

For most, she was just another customer, a fleeting presence in a busy café. They couldn't see the energy rippling through the air around her, couldn't feel the way it made the hair on the back of Hikari's neck stand on end. To them, the faint scent of ozone in the air and the static crackle of electricity were just strange coincidences, phenomena without a source.

But Hikari could see it—the vibrant, jagged arcs of light dancing around the girl's form like a living storm. They darted across her skin and flared in the space around her, casting her doll-like features in stark relief. Her soft, rounded cheeks and teasing smirk seemed almost out of place against the dangerous energy she exuded. She was a storm contained, her curvaceous figure and vibrant outfit a deceptive shell for the immense power crackling beneath the surface.

As the café's patrons grew increasingly restless, the girl simply stood there, the electricity snapping louder now, as if responding to her unspoken command. It wasn't just the café that suffered the effects—streetlights outside flickered erratically, and the faint hum of powerlines above the street grew into an unsettling drone. The very air seemed to vibrate with the charge, heavy and electric, wrapping the block in a suffocating blanket of tension.

The air buzzed with tension as Katsuki's voice cut through the charged atmosphere. His tone was cool, almost teasing, as though he thrived in moments like these.

"Alright, Lyra, let's dial it back before you knock out the power grid for the whole block~," he said, casually taking a sip of his water as if oblivious to the arcs of electricity flickering like angry serpents around her.

Lyra's golden-brown eyes, alight with an electric fury, snapped toward him. The crackling around her only grew more intense, the faint scent of ozone wafting through the air. Her honey-blonde hair shimmered, the electric-blue highlights glowing faintly as if charged by her emotions.

"And you, Katsuki," she snapped, her voice rising above the crackle of static. "What makes you think it's okay to just ignore my texts and calls like I don't exist!?"

Katsuki leaned back with his signature smirk, the very picture of calm, his dark eyes gleaming with that devil-may-care charm that could infuriate and captivate in equal measure.

"Relax, Lyra. I got caught up in some supernatural junk—you know how it is~," he said with a shrug that seemed almost practiced in its effortlessness.

The smirk, however, made Lyra falter for just a moment. A faint blush bloomed on her cheeks, though she quickly masked it with a glare that could rival her lightning.

"Ugh! Wipe that stupid smirk off your face before I shock it off!" she snarled, raising a hand as electric tendrils licked her skin.

Katsuki's grin only widened, his voice dipping into a playful, suggestive lilt. "Ooo, kinky. I didn't realize we were getting into hardcore BDSM today~."

Lyra froze for half a second, her eyes widening in mortified disbelief as the flush on her cheeks turned scarlet. "You—! You absolute pervert!" Her voice trembled with fury, and the electricity around her surged dangerously, sparking off her forearms and wrists like a storm about to explode. "Alright, if you like being a creep so much, then take this!"

With a fierce swing of her arms, twin arcs of crackling, blinding lightning erupted from her palms. The air itself seemed to fracture as the bolts shot forward, scorching a path straight toward Katsuki. The café's interior was bathed in brilliant flashes of blue and white light, and the overhead lights gave a final, desperate flicker before plunging the entire block into a blackout.

Hikari stumbled back, eyes wide as Lila grabbed her arm. "The hell are they doing!?" Hikari shouted, her voice nearly drowned out by the thunderous crash of Lyra's attack.

Lila, ever unbothered, chuckled softly. Her bubblegum-pink hair bounced with the motion as she extended her hand, conjuring a shimmering shield of psychic energy to protect them. "Oh, don't worry. This is just foreplay. Trust me, they're like this all the time~."

The dust cleared, revealing a gaping hole in the café's wall where Katsuki had been sitting just moments ago. Broken glass and debris littered the floor, but there was no sign of him. Lyra's eyes darted around, scanning for any sign of her target.

"Missed me~," Katsuki's voice echoed from behind her, a taunting singsong quality to it.

She whirled around, her heart skipping a beat as she took in his transformed state.

Katsuki stood in his Turbo Form, and the air around him seemed to warp and twist under the weight of his raw energy. His hair, normally an unruly black, now blazed with streaks of violet flames that danced like a living inferno. His glowing eyes cut through the dimness, their unnatural light piercing and almost hypnotic. The glasses perched on his face had shifted into jagged, geometric shades that pulsed ominously, and a phantom-like jaw mask formed around his mouth, its jagged teeth seeming to grin menacingly at her.

More unsettling was the energy coiling around him—a swirling blend of shadow and violet flames that made the very air hum with tension. The floor beneath him cracked and splintered, unable to bear the force of his presence.

"You'll have to be way faster than that if you want to catch me, Lyra~," he teased, his voice a confident drawl.

Lyra stared, her mind racing. Her blast should've hit him—it was as fast as lightning itself. Yet he'd dodged it, effortlessly. The realization struck her like a physical blow. Katsuki wasn't just fast; he was faster than nature's own fury, faster than the speed at which light fractured the sky during a storm.

"You're… cheating," she sputtered, though her voice lacked its usual venom. A part of her—no, most of her—was begrudgingly impressed.

Katsuki flashed her a grin, his form crackling with his dark energy as he leaned slightly forward, his stance oozing casual arrogance. "Nah, babe. It's called being the fastest guy in the supernatural world. You're just gonna have to catch up~."

For a moment, Lyra could only gape, her rage faltering as her competitive streak flared. If he wanted a chase, then a chase he'd get.

Lyra's eyes burned with determination as she reached into her pocket and pulled out a yen coin, its surface gleaming under the flickering streetlights. She spun it between her fingers, her expression defiant yet undeniably flustered. "Fine, then!" she snapped, locking eyes with Katsuki. "Take this, you perverted, hot bastard!"

With a flick of her wrist, she propelled the coin forward. Electricity crackled along its edges, launching it like a bullet. It tore through the air with a deafening crack, aimed straight for Katsuki. The sheer velocity distorted the air around it, making it look like a streak of silver lightning. It was only inches from hitting him when—

He vanished. A blur of dark purple and black energy swirled in his wake, leaving a faint echo of his presence behind. The coin shot past where he'd been standing, slicing cleanly through the café wall as though it were paper. The destructive projectile didn't stop there; it carved through the city, piercing over twenty-five buildings in a straight line before vanishing into the horizon.

"Where are you!?" Lyra shouted, running out onto the street, her fists clenched. Her voice rang with frustration and something unspoken—perhaps the thrill of a challenge. "Come out and stop hiding from me!"

In the blink of an eye, Katsuki reappeared, materializing to her right with supernatural speed. His fist swung toward her, the motion impossibly precise, enhanced by the swirling yokai energy surrounding it. The air itself seemed to groan as his knuckles cut through it, the sheer force enough to send tremors through the ground.

But Lyra was ready. She pivoted on her heel, her instincts razor-sharp, and conjured an electromagnetic shield in an instant. The glowing, crackling barrier hummed with power as it intercepted his punch, sparks flying in every direction. The collision sent a shockwave rippling through the street, shaking nearby lampposts and shattering windows.

"You holding back on me?" Lyra growled, her eyes narrowing. The shield flickered briefly before stabilizing, reflecting her unyielding resolve.

Katsuki smirked, cocky as ever. "Of course I am. We both know if I went all out, it'd be completely one-sided~."

A laugh bubbled from Lyra's lips, a mix of amusement and adrenaline. She dropped her shield, electricity sparking across her body as she prepared for the next round. The fight wasn't just a battle—it was their way of communicating, of understanding one another in a world that didn't make room for softness.

Nearby, Hikari and Lila emerged from the café, the broken wall framing their silhouettes like an unintentional portrait of chaos. Lila casually leaned against Hikari, resting her head on the other girl's shoulder with an air of effortless intimacy. The contact made Hikari stiffen slightly, her cheeks reddening, though she tried her best to stay composed.

"So… do we just not care about property damage or, you know, innocent people potentially dying?" Hikari asked, trying to mask her unease with dry humor.

Lila's eyes, which had been half-lidded with her usual playful demeanor, suddenly sharpened. The shift in her tone was palpable, her voice dropping into something far more serious. "Trust me, Hikari, that's a question you don't want to ask in the supernatural world." She straightened, the lighthearted air around her vanishing like a mirage. "In this world, it's survival of the fittest. Morals, justice—they're luxuries most can't afford. You'll figure that out soon enough~."

Before Hikari could respond, Lila's fist darted out, lightly tapping her on the cheek—not enough to hurt, but enough to make her flinch. It was a gesture that felt like a warning wrapped in feigned affection, her knuckles lingering just long enough to send a shiver down Hikari's spine.

As Hikari rubbed her cheek, frowning slightly, Lila stepped back, her earlier nonchalance returning in an instant. Her bubblegum-pink hair swayed as she tilted her head, watching Katsuki and Lyra with a faint smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. There was a tension behind it, a quiet weight that hinted at something darker beneath the surface.

The tension between Katsuki and Lyra hung thick in the air as the two circled each other, their eyes locked. Lyra's golden-brown gaze burned with defiance, while Katsuki's violet-tinged eyes held a playful, almost teasing glint.

"Don't hold back on me, Katsuki," Lyra taunted, her lips curling into a smirk. Sparks of electricity crackled around her fingertips, the faint hum of electromagnetic energy filling the space between them.

Katsuki chuckled softly, his voice smooth yet edged with restraint. "You really want me to let loose, babe? I'd hate to mess up that pretty face of yours."

Her response was immediate—a flash of light and motion as she lunged forward, a jab aimed straight for his chest. Katsuki barely shifted, his form blurring as he sidestepped her strike with ease. He reappeared behind her in an instant, the sound of displaced air trailing his movement.

"You're faster than that, Lyra," he teased.

Gritting her teeth, Lyra spun on her heel, sweeping low to trip him up. Katsuki hopped over her leg effortlessly, his body a blur of motion. Before she could recover, he flicked his wrist, generating a rush of wind that sent her stumbling back.

"C'mon," he said, wagging a finger. "This isn't even a warm-up."

Lyra responded with a growl, her fingers snapping together as arcs of lightning surged toward him. The crackling energy tore through the air, illuminating the battlefield with a blinding flash. Katsuki tilted his head slightly, allowing the bolt to pass harmlessly by.

"Missed," he said, smirking.

But Lyra wasn't done. She reached out, manipulating the electromagnetic field to yank a cluster of metallic debris from the ground. With a flick of her wrist, the shards shot toward Katsuki like bullets, their speed rivaling that of her Living Railgun attack.

Katsuki's expression shifted slightly, his body instinctively moving faster than sight. He weaved through the oncoming projectiles, each step precise and calculated. The sharp shards sliced through the air, their metallic hum barely grazing him as he danced between them.

"You're cute when you're trying," Katsuki said, suddenly appearing right in front of her. His voice was low, almost a whisper, as his violet eyes glowed faintly. "But you know I'm not even breaking a sweat, right?"

"Shut up!" Lyra snapped, her fists crackling with concentrated energy. She lashed out with a flurry of punches, her movements sharp and relentless. Katsuki dodged each strike with minimal effort, his body leaning just enough to evade her blows.

The air between them grew electric, Lyra's aura flaring with intensity as she increased the speed of her attacks. Her movements became a blur of golden light, her strikes amplified by electromagnetic pulses. Yet, Katsuki matched her speed, his form shifting in and out of focus as he danced around her.

"You're holding back!" she shouted, her frustration evident in the sharpness of her voice.

"Of course I am," Katsuki replied, his voice calm despite the storm of attacks. "I love you too much to go all out."

Lyra's cheeks flushed with anger—or was it something else? She let out a growl, pulling back and gathering energy into her palms. With a furious cry, she unleashed a concentrated blast of electricity, the ground beneath her cracking from the force.

Katsuki sighed, his body vanishing in a streak of violet light. The bolt slammed into the ground where he had been standing, leaving a smoking crater in its wake.

"Alright, alright," Katsuki said, reappearing behind her. He spoke with a playful lilt, but there was a hint of finality in his tone. "I think it's time to end this."

Before Lyra could react, Katsuki moved. In the span of a heartbeat, he closed the distance between them, sweeping her legs out from under her. She barely registered the motion before she felt herself falling. But Katsuki was there again, his hand gripping the collar of her jacket, stopping her descent.

He held her there for a moment, his violet eyes meeting hers. Despite the playfulness in his expression, there was a flicker of tenderness, a silent apology for ending the fight so quickly.

"Do you surrender?" he asked, his tone light but firm.

Lyra bit her bottom lip, glaring at him as her body hung limp in his grasp. "Fine," she muttered, her voice dripping with frustration. "I guess I do."

Satisfied, Katsuki let her go, gently lowering her to the ground. As he stepped back, his form shifted. The black flames that had danced around him faded, his hair returning to its chestnut-brown color. His glasses reverted to their normal shape, and the shadowy jaw mask dissolved into nothingness.

Just as he relaxed, a sharp pain exploded in his gut.

Lyra's fist was buried in his stomach, her golden eyes alight with mischief. "And that's what you get, dick," she said, smirking as Katsuki doubled over slightly.

Lila and Hikari approached, their expressions a mix of amusement and exasperation.

"Are you two done now?" Hikari asked, crossing her arms. "If that fight had gone on any longer, we'd have had a second Shibuya incident."

Katsuki straightened, rubbing his stomach as he grinned. "She's lucky I held back," he said, throwing a wink at Lyra.

Lyra huffed, her cheeks flushed as she turned away. "Whatever. You're still annoying."

Despite her words, a small smile tugged at her lips.

Suddenly, an overwhelming aura blanketed all of Shibuya, as if the air itself had been suffused with dread. The oppressive energy bore down like a suffocating weight, chilling the bones of everyone in the area—even those without supernatural affinity. People froze mid-step, their breaths hitching, their instincts screaming at them to flee, yet their legs refused to obey. Shadows twisted unnaturally, curling along the streets and walls, painting the city in an eerie, almost otherworldly hue.

Hikari's heart thundered in her chest as she clutched her arms tightly. Lyra and Lila exchanged uneasy glances, their confidence wavering. Even Katsuki, who thrived in chaos, couldn't stop the beads of sweat dripping down his face.

Katsuki: "You feel that?"

Lyra: "…Yeah. This isn't just any entity. Our fight must've drawn something we weren't ready for."

The group turned, their eyes scanning the fractured street and the distorted shadows. Then, faint but deliberate, they heard footsteps. Slow, steady, and echoing unnaturally loud in the silence.

Emerging from the flickering shadows, the figure stepped into view—a humanoid being, unnervingly perfect yet deeply unsettling. Its elongated limbs and pale, almost translucent skin shimmered faintly with a dark, iridescent glow. Jagged black veins pulsed beneath its flesh, as if they carried liquid shadow rather than blood. Its face was both beautiful and grotesque, a contradiction of symmetrical features marred by hollow, void-like eyes that seemed to consume light itself.

Each step it took sent invisible ripples through the air, making the ground beneath them quake and the very fabric of reality distort for a split second. A sickening pressure crushed their chests, forcing their knees to buckle slightly. Far in the distance, sirens of collapsed cars blared and glass shattered as regular humans fell unconscious, overwhelmed by the sheer weight of its presence.

Hikari swallowed hard, trying to keep her voice steady. "…What the hell is that?"

The entity stopped a few paces away, tilting its head slightly, almost in curiosity. Then, its lips curved into a thin, chilling smile.

"Mortals." Its voice reverberated in their skulls like a thousand whispers layered into one, each word dragging ice across their spines.

And then, without warning, it raised a slender hand, the veins beneath its skin glowing ominously. Shadows erupted like tendrils of ink, slashing through the air toward them.