Tohka, clad in black, clashed against Origami, in white. The two tangled together, leaping up high into the heavens.
“I’ll kill you. Destroy you,” Mukuro muttered to herself, watching this from the ground. “Anyone who tries to take my lord is an enemy. Muku…Muku doesn’t want to be alon—”
“Mukuro!”
“…!”
Mukuro gasped, her eyebrows shooting up. “My lord.”
Before her was none other than Shido Itsuka.
“Aah… You. My lord. You may rest easy. Muku will send that dark girl back to the void. And then—”
“Mukuro!” Shido grabbed her by the shoulders.
His desperation took her by surprise. “What is the matter? You need only leave Muku to handle this.”
“No.” He shook his head firmly. “This isn’t the way, Mukuro! You have to stop this. I don’t want Tohka to go away or Origami to forget all about me! Both of them—no, everyone, all the Spirits are important to me!”
“…!”
Mukuro gasped, nearly convulsing.
Shido paid this no mind. “Why? Why are you doing this? Please tell me, Mukuro,” he begged. “Why would you do all this to try and get rid of them?”
“What reason?” she said, her voice quiet but trembling.
“Huh?” He stared blankly at her.
“What reason would cause you to say such a thing? You…you like Muku, do you not? And Muku likes thee. In which case, is this not well? And yet, why? Why?!” Tears welled up in her eyes, and she shouted, “I hate it. I hate being alone! I will not let you—”
“Tohka! Origami!” a voice called out from somewhere, interrupting her.
“Wh-what are they fighting about?!”
“Eek! This is teeerrible!”
“…”
She looked over to find six girls had appeared on the scene—the Spirits whose memories she had locked. They were all staring up at Tohka and Origami crossing swords in the sky with expressions of disbelief and bewilderment.
“Ah.” Mukuro felt her heart shrink in her chest. “You… Even you. All of you, you all wish to purloin my lord from Muku. I will not allow it. You shall not pass. Enough.”
She felt her head spinning, everything inside of her being crushed. She gripped Michael in both hands and turned the tip downward.
“Michael. Segva!”
She pushed the key into the ground—actually, to be more precise, the Earth—and turned it.
Instantly, a tremendous rumbling began to ripple, almost as if they were standing on top of an industrial machine perpetually in operation. As if the Earth had transformed into an enormous creature with a fixed pulse. A slight but unending earthquake took over the area.
“…?! Wh-whoa?!”
“Wh-what is. This?”
“Panic. Is this…an earthquake?”
Shido and the Spirits cried out in surprise.
A faint smile on her face, Mukuro reached out her hand and gently caressed Shido’s cheek. “We’re safe now. I will not allow any interposition.”
“Mukuro…?” He turned suspicious eyes on her. “What exactly did you do?”
“I applied Segva to the star,” she told him happily. “The target is immense, and thus, it will take some time, but eventually, this planet’s spinning will cease.”
“Huh?” He gaped, astonished.
This didn’t bother Mukuro. Her smile grew even broader. “Now all those who would interfere with us will disappear. You shall live with Muku forever in space. Hee-hee! I so look forward to it.”
“What…are you—?” Shido was bewildered.
She ignored this and lifted her face. Yes. There was still one enemy she had to defeat with her own hands.
“H-hey, Mukuro! Hey!”
With Shido’s voice at her back, Mukuro looked at the dark shadow dancing in the sky and kicked off the shaking ground.