DISCLAIMER: I don't own the anime/manga called: Demashitaa! Powerpuff Girls Z and any of its characters used in this fanfic.
INSPIRED BY: marinav92
Me: HELLO, HELLO, PEOPLE 8D!
Kaoru: ...Oh, God, this isn't what I'm thinking it is, is it? e_e
Me: Maybe~ c:
Kaoru: ...WTF. WHY TODAY?
Me: BECAUSE IT'S THE ANNIVERSARY OF "KMTiHL (AKA "Kaoru's Missing Thing in Her Life")"! D8
Kaoru: NO, I MEANT WHY MAKE A SEQUEL IN THE FIRST PLACE =A=! I THOUGHT THAT DAMN FANFIC WAS OVER!
Me: ...I clearly stated that there would be a sequel, Kaoru :'D. You were just too busy chasing Butch around c':
Butch: So...does this mean that I'll be able to do more things to Kaoru-chan 8D?
Me: Basically, yeah 8D.
Kaoru: WHAT THE - OKAY, NO. JUST NO.
Me: -ignores Kaoru- AND NOW, ONWARD TO THE SEQUEL THAT YOU'VE ALL BE WAITING FOR: "Secretive Curse"! 8D
Kaoru: NOW WAIT JUST A -
Butch: -covers her mouth- c:
Me: Anyway, I apologize for the short prologue, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!
The white full moon was shining down upon one of the forests on the outskirts of Tokyo City. Barely a sound was heard throughout the forest; not a breeze, nor rustling from the leaves of the trees or bushes. The moonlight could be seen upon the ground of the forest through the cracks of the leaves belonging to none other than mere trees, as though lighting up a pathway for one to follow.
From there, the sounds of crunching and snapping could be heard. A male teenager was walking along one of the forest's paths, having dark brown hair with blonde highlights at the end and piercing light brown eyes. His hair was short and typical, but also slightly messy. However, it didn't deny the fact that the boy was at least handsome. A mere smirk was on his face as he was throwing a baseball up and down, catching it in the process while heading down towards the moonlighted path.
"Told them I wasn't a coward for going into this forest," he muttered as his smirk grew even more. Throwing the baseball up in the air once more, he muttered once more, "Hell, I was right about this forest. There's nothing in this place at all, except a bunch of forest crap." As he let out a breath, he could feel the cold atmosphere surrounding him. Cursing under his breath, he wondered why it had to be so cold during the night.
Seeing of how he reached upon a clearing, he grinned, quickly looking to see if his friends were around. Upon seeing them standing, he ran over to the trio—only to have his grin quickly get wiped off of his face. Slowing down, his face became pale quickly as the baseball within his hand dropped to the ground, making a soft thud after coming in contact with the grass.
His friends—they were bloody all over. The only reason why they even seemed to be standing were due to the fact that there were trees behind them, giving off the illusion he had seen. Red blood stained the grass heavily, indicating that there was recently a puddle of blood. What truly frightened him was the fact that his friends had on terrified looks.
"W-What the hell happened here?" He finally managed to yell.
Quickly, he ran over to the trio as he called out their names, praying that this had been some prank. Even if it was a prank, he wouldn't care; as long as they were with him, he'd be content. They were the only reason why he was still living, why he even bothered to go to school in the first place, or why he managed to continue on in his life, even if he would never dare to admit it to them because of his pride. His voice began to crack as he called out their names. Just as soon as he brushed his finger against the blood of his friends, he felt a presence behind him.
Turning around, he found that there was no one there. How could there be? He and his friends were the only ones there, unless…there was another he didn't know about. Thinking about that thought made his eyes widen quickly. Swallowing his fear, he yelled out hoarsely, "Who's there?"
He could hear it. The sounds of breathing. But where? Where were they coming from?
He merely continued to turn around and around, turning his head to and fro in panic. The fear began to consume him and even though he wanted to run, he couldn't. His feet were placed on the ground, for some strange reason.
Before he knew it, there was a figure in front of him.
Just as soon as his eyes went wide, he screamed—just before he died at the hands of the figure by being stabbed through the stomach with none other than a fist.
The figure looked down at the male teen, scowling. "How pitiful. And here I thought you'd put up more of a fight compared to your friends." Licking the blood off of his fingers, he then scoffed. "Your blood is disgusting, just like your friends. I've wasted my time here."
Leaving the dead quartet of friends behind, the figure left the clearing and began to walk through the forest, wiping the blood off of his hands with a handkerchief he took out from his pocket. Seeing of how he reached his destination, he jumped up onto a large branch of a tall tree, giving him a clear view of Tokyo City.
He smirked darkly, bringing up his dried bloody hand and clenching it into a fist. "Time to track down those Rowdyruff Brats."