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Ibuki slammed on her guitar as the crowd cheered her on. She had come up with another amazing song that would soon drive her fans to riot. They would pour out of the concert hall and destroy anything they got their hands on. It was almost ashamed considering the city was just getting back on its feet. Then again that made it even more fun.
Helping her further sow the seeds of despair and chaos into the crowd with her beautiful dances was none other than her partner in crime Hiyoko. She spun and turned with such grace people were fighting each other just to get a closer look at the Ultimate Despair Traditional Dancer.
This concert sent a thrill up the Ultimate Musician’s spine. She couldn’t get enough of the crazy looks in the crowd’s eyes. The lights flashed as the monitors showed imagines of disaster after disaster. She even had some cool pictures of corpses thrown in thanks to Mahiru’s talent. The gruesome display sent the crowd into an uproar.
There were those who booed and wanted it to stop as others fell under the spell of the music and dancing. More bloody fights broke out in the stadium. All of which Ibuki was eating up. There was no better sound in the world than the sound of chaos it was her reason for living. That intoxicating sound made her play louder, sing harder. This would be a concert that would not soon be forgotten.
Suddenly people were sent flying from every direction from the middle of the crowd. A large figure leaped into the air, landing on the stage in front of the musician. “That’s far enough, Ultimate Despairs. Your wickless ends here by the Great Gozu!” A giant man with a bull’s head proclaimed as he glared down at her.
“Ha, about time you got here,” Ibuki taunted. “Way to keep a rocker waiting.” She aimed her guitar at the cow man, shooting out a burst of flames from the tip.
The Future Foundation man rushed through the fire like it was nothing, reaching for the guitar. Ibuki jumped out of the way of the Ultimate Wrestler’s hand. The man’s burnt hand clashed on the stage, making the whole thing shake.
This was going to be harder than she thought. A smile spread across her face. A real challenge against her abilities as the Ultimate Despair Musician would defiantly shake things up. “Bring it on, Bull man. You can’t beat despair.”
“You’re wrong. You and all your terrorist little friends are going down. I won’t allow you to continue your rampage.”
“Yeah, whatever. Let’s get this party started!” Ibuki pointed her finger up into the air. Flames erupted across the edge of the stage to form a ring of fire that cut them off from the crowd. The crazy musician placed her fingers back on her guitar strings. “Now let’s see if you can back it up.”
Great Gozu crouched his body, preparing to attack the Despair. He charged at her like a mad bull.
Ibuki wasn’t worry. This whole concert had been set up for the head of the 12th division. She played a certain riff on her guitar that sent a wave of needles flying out of the stage toward the man from all sides in a circle.
Great Gozu spun around like a hurricane knocking the circular attack away with ease. He stopped, facing the rock star. A fan with sharp blades then spun toward him from behind. Without even looking the wrestler knocked it down with his fist.
“Should have known the Ultimate Wrestler wouldn’t go down so easily,” Ibuki said. Her and Hiyoko’s opening attacks hadn’t worked out. That didn’t mean this was over. A concert was more than its opening acts after all.
She aimed her guitar at him again, activating the flamethrower at the tip. This time Great Gozu leaped over the attack. He candled his elbow to bring it down on the musician.
Ibuki aimed the flamethrower up, catching the man in its grasp. The whole thing turned him into a comet coming right for her. That’s when something tackled her from the side of knock her out of the way of the collusion that took out a huge chuck of the stage.
“Are you alright?”
Ibuki who was now on her knees looked over to see her camera friend by her side. She gave her a small smile. “Fine, thanks to you, Mahiru.” She had forgotten she was there on stage as her back up. Good thing she was too or she wouldn’t be able to finish the concert.
Both women stood up. Mahiru held up her camera that hung around her neck. “I’ll take some great shots of the corpse for your next concert.”
“Sounds raid.”
The stage shook, getting both of their attention. A pair of large hands had grabbed onto the edge of the gaping hole that was in the middle the stage. They lifted up the badly burned, but clearly alive wrestler. “You haven’t defeated me yet, Despairs.”
Mahiru took a step back. “Impossible. He shouldn’t be able to still move.”
Ibuki took a step forward. “Guess they don’t call him great for nothing.” She aimed her guitar at him again to let loose another fire blast.
“Disgusting Despairs, don’t you realize the horror and pain your actions are causing this world?” Great Gozu spoke.
“Of course we do. That’s what makes it fun,” Hiyoko taunted him.
“Yeah, the world would be just plain boring without despair.” Ibuki let out another burst of flames on the Future Foundation member.
Great Gozu finished pulling himself out of the hole. He rolled to the side to avoid the attack. He landed on one knee, charging toward her.
Ibuki swung her guitar around to capture the man in its flames. Great Gozu was fast for his size and managed to stay just out of the range of the flames despite his injuries.
His massive hand grabbed her midsection, slamming her down to the ground. Ibuki would have bounced from being knocked down so hard, but the wrestler’s hand had her pin. He then slammed his other fist into Mahiru that sent her flying across the stage. The Ultimate Despair Photographer let out a scream.
Ibuki was sure that hit knocked the other girl out. She couldn’t let them lose here. Junko was counting on them. Fuyuhiko and the others had won against three heads. They had to be able to defeat just one.
She struggled against the big man’s strength to look over at the dancer. “Hiyoko, time for plan B?”
“Plan B?” Great Gozu looked back at Hiyoko who pulled a remote from her kimono sleeve. She flipped a switch. A noise from the monitor drew the man’s attention. Ibuki and Hiyoko both shut their eyes. It sucked having to resort to this. She wanted to kill the man herself, but the wrestler was just too strong to beat by normal means. She doubted even their back up traps would have secured their victory.
Soon Great Gozu’s grip on her loosened. She heard him howling or screaming in pain. Yep, the video had gotten to him and the rest of the crowd from the sound of it. “Go on, you know what you need to do,” the pleasure of the man’s coming death couldn’t escape her voice.
She opened her eyes once she was sure the video had stop playing. She watched the wrestler walk toward the ring of flames to light himself on fire. That wasn’t good enough. She still wanted to be the one who killed the hopeful idiot.
The Ultimate Despair Musician aimed her guitar, firing its flames at the man’s back, engulfing him. This time he didn’t fight to put them out. He simply screamed and ragged as he let the flames consume him.
The ring of fire that surrounded the arena died down to reveal the audience had been in the middle of slaughtering themselves. Ibuki let out a sigh of disappointment. She had really wanted them to go on a riot and the city. Oh, well she had completed her true mission of the night and that was worth despairing over. Crazy swirls came to her eyes as she smiled.
Despair was totally metal.
*
Junko looked at the dead stadium through her binoculars. “Wow, I was really starting to think they were going to call in for your help at any minute who knew they were going to use my art instead.” Junko stood with her sister and Izuru Kamukura in the VIP box of the stadium. They each stood at the glass window of the box.
“They just barely were able to manage,” Izuru Kamukura spoke.
Junko lowered her binoculars. “Yeah, and this is just the opening act.” Junko took on her colder persona. “So it should be quite the conflict when they come face to face with my former classmates.”
“It won’t be long now,” Mukuro chimed in. “There are only two more heads of Future Foundation left.”
“Ryota Mitari and the head insalata Kazuo Tengan,” Junko spoke. “How will they meet their end at my Despairs I wonder.” A toothy grin spread across the Ultimate Fashion Diva’s face. “They’re the two greatest threats to ruining my plans after all. That is if they even get a chance to use their talents before the Ultimate Despairs wipe them out.”
Junko tossed the binoculars at her sister’s head that sent the soldier to the floor with an uff. “Well, it doesn’t matter to me. Future Foundation will soon be destroyed then the real battle between Hope and Despair will begin.” She placed her hand on Kamukura’s shoulder. “Just like I promise you, big guy.”
“Just remember if this turns out to be boring I’ll kill you.” Kamukura turned around to leave the box.
He was defiantly fun and this was going to be the war to end all wars. Her old friends had made destroying the whole world more entertaining than if she had actually managed to lock them inside the school like she had originally planned.