The bell rang all over campus, the teenagers started off to their classes, each in a neat and tidy uniform, and almost all of the students had well kept black hair. Almost all.

One group of girls were close together, walking along in their uniforms and techno neon hair colors. Four students in total, with bright Red, Green, Pink, and Blue hair in different outlandish and complicated styles.

“Come on Aka! We need to get to class before we’re late again!” The girl with green hair says, tugging at the sleeves of the red haired girl.

“Calm down Midori!” Aka replies, moving slower as she had a toothpick in her mouth. “We’re going to get there soon enough, besides, have we ever been late, Ao?”

“No, we have not been late.” The blue haired girl says, shaking her head “we just keep vanishing in the middle of class.”

“Blame those shadow hounds!” The pink girl says, walking backwards to face the other three.

“They clearly don’t care about our class schedule Pinku” Ao says, adjusting her glasses as she turned a corner to start up the stairs. “We just need to…” she dragged on, stopping as she looked ahead.

Pinku turned to see what had stopped the normally talkative Ao from talking, and shifted as she saw something out of place.

On the stairs was a tall white girl, her uniform decently kept, her long brown hair hanging in down her back, only guided by a hair band. She had on a strange burger shaped back pack that had a cowboy hat tied to the top of it. She seemed to be talking to a boy of similar style but with a more normal backpack and a larger hat on top of it.

“Oh! You must be the Americans we heard about?” Aka says, smiling softly to the pair.

“Oh, yes!” The girl says, smiling and holding her hand out to shake Aka’s have before pivoting to a slight bow. “My name is Molly, this is my brother Axel” she says, her Japanese being decent.

Axel bowed softly and smiled “we just came here from America, still getting used to Japan. My sister says a lot happens here” he says, his own Japanese not quite as good as his sisters.

“Well, I’ll try and help you out when I can” Midori says, “but your sister is right, a lot happens…”

“I know” Molly says, nodding “I know…” ————————————————————— It wasn’t even lunch when Pinku had to hit the button on her watch, warning the others that another portal had opened up. “It’s close this time, get to the old gym, quickly!”

The four girls ran off and out of class, much to the irritation of their professors, the four running to the older part of school where they could hear panicked screams of a girl.

“Power Up!” Pinku shouted, changing into her magical girl outfit which wasn’t much of an outfit at all, only really covering her face with a mask. The other three did the same, rushing out to the old gym where one of their class mates named Shi was being circled by 3 ghost hounds, with a fourth humanoid hound leader watching.

“Ah! I see the magic girls have finally shown up!” He shouted, waving his hands at Shi, a wave of shadows reaching out and tossing the school girl to the bleachers behind him. “I saw what you did to Tora, and I assure you, that will not happen today!”

“We’ll see about that!” Ao says, however before the fight could start the doors behind the girls opened again, being Molly.

“Starting off without me?” Molly shouted, still in her school uniform as she took her burger backpack off, setting her hat on her head.

“What are you doing here!” Pinku shouted, “you need t-“ she began until Molly opened her 1.5 foot round bag and pulled out a 5 foot long Musket.

The girls stopped and looked at molly, even the hound leader looked in confusion “what on the four plains is that?” He asked.

“A Kentucky Rifle” Molly says with a manic grin on her face. “Just as the founding fathers intended.”

As Alex turned the corner, she saw the three delinquent boys blocking her path home. "Ah'm sorry, I need to get ho-"

She was interrupted by the tallest of them striding up to her, making her back up against the wall. The thud the boy's hand made was impressive, as was the eye contact he held with her. A trickle of sweat built up on the nape of Alex's neck, as she felt the dimness of the sunset giving way to dusk.

>Must be nice for the American to come here, and insult our pride! I need to be....satisfied that you're up for living here.< The boy spoke in Japanese, and Alex's brain couldn't quite translate it. The friends laughed with him as he chuckled, but he had taken his eyes off of Alex for a crucial moment.

He felt something sharp press into his groin, and he froze.

"Now, ah know y'all di'nt just propahsition me. 'Cause if yuh did, then ah reckon ah'd have good cause tuh pro-tect mahself." It took a moment for the boy to realise that what was pressed into him was a tail with an arrowhead and a set of very fine claws extending from the tiny hands Alex had.

>Back off!< The boy's voice sounded strangled, and his lackeys looked at each other in confusion, before staring at what was a girl a moment ago.

Inky tendrils started wafting from Alex, as her body subtly shifted into a more languid presence - her posture ever so slightly jellied. "Ah reckon this ain't turnin' out like ya thought it would, yea?" She leaned in and inhaled, and the boy groaned and collapsed. Alex's voice developed a tone of bourbon and sake as she said, "Now, who wants tuh be dessert?"

/. /. /. /. /. /.

>Sir, we have a new report from Akiha.< The JSDF officer saluted, his greying hair belieing his youthful 23 years of age. He passed a small file to the man sat in the center of the Command Center. In the file, a picture, of a young woman who had just come to Japan to be looked after by family after the unfortunate deaths of her parents.

In the file was a small tablet, detailing a series of CCTV images. As the man picked it up, the officer whispered in his ear. >This is an Epsilon-level problem. Send it to the Wolves.<

The man nodded, as the stills showed a demonic inked presence decimating two people, before transforming into a teenage girl.

The name on the file was Alex Miura.

/. /. /. /. /. /.

The news reports showed the images of three boys who had been found dead the night before - the newsreader mentioned the strangeness of the fact that there appeared to be no reason as yet that the boys had died.

A man unspooled himself into the room from a spiral. Now that he knew what she was, he had to keep an eye out for her and work on giving her the local language.

After all, he was a kindred spirit....of sorts....

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