Ohoho. I'm back, ladies, gentlemen, and all Serayumu lovers worldwide! Sorry for the late update. We didn't have internet for a while... oh well.

Edit: Gotta fix stuff up. I can't believe I was twelve when I wrote this.

Kore wa Zombie Desu Ka? of the Dead: Rewrite!

Chapter Two – Movie Trouble

Seraphim frowned deeply, annoyance etched across her face. He was here. She couldn't believe that he, of all people, was here. The green eyed vampire-ninja, hit with another bout of paranoia, began to wonder what his purpose was for coming here. Was it really just pure coincidence that they saw each other again? It couldn't be. He wasn't supposed to be in Japan anymore. He was outcast by the clan! Did he have some kind of motive for coming back? So many questions sprang up in Seraphim's head. She wasn't even watching the movie anymore.

I can't stand it! She thought angrily, the color of her eyes turning from emerald green to blood red. The vampire-ninja stood up abruptly from her seat and stomped over to where the mysterious man was.

"Sera? Where are you goi-"

"I'm going to kill him!" she hissed. "Don't get in the way, you useless dung beetle!"

Ayumu watched in horror and embarrassment as Seraphim charged in the direction of Mr. Mysterious Weirdo. Resolving to try and stop her, the zombie, too, got up from his seat and began to give chase. He had to somehow persuade her to end her tirade and save it for later. This was the movie house, after all! People were watching! Innocent people, at that! Except, of course, for the suspicious-looking man who was currently trying to grab the old lady's bag in the row in front of him.

"Sera!" Ayumu whispered. "Now's not the time! We're in a movie house full of people; you can go kick his sorry ass later!"

Seraphim glared at him.

"No."

"You're so stubborn!"

Seraphim just ignored the poor guy and faced the ocean-eyed man who 'accidentally-on-purpose' stepped on Haruna's foot just a while ago. She glowered at him.

"What is it, Secchan?" the man asked her offhandedly. He studied his nails. "I'm watching a movie, you know."

Seraphim scowled.

"I told you to never call me that again," she spat out, a frown adorning her pretty features. Almost immediately after she said this, leaves gathered to form her katana. By now, Ayumu had become desperate and pale. He looked to Haruna frantically.

"Haruna! We've got to stop them!"

The Masou-Shoujo merely looked at him with dead fish eyes. "Why should we?" she asked. "This is way more fun to watch than the movie." And with that, our favorite little genius continued to munch on her popcorn, enjoying the show. Ayumu sweatdropped and turned to Yuu instead. Now, there was the person who'd be sure to help him!

"Yuu!"

'I would have to agree with Haruna, she wrote. Ayumu face-faulted to the ground. Scratch that 'always be there to help him' part. He slowly stood up, deciding to take the matter into his own hands. They were grubby and presently wet with sweat from how nervous he was, but they would do, he guessed.

Clang!

"Ow!"

Ayumu fell to the ground, little chibi images of Seraphim brandishing a sword running in circles around his head.

"Ha!"

Seraphim dodged yet another one of the boy's hits. She unleashed a flurry of attacks on him, forcing him into a blocking position and not daring to give him a single opening. Relentless, the vampire-ninja backed him into a corner and slashed his sword-fighting hand with a precisely thrown kunai. The blue eyed man dropped his weapon, and Sera smiled smugly. Despite the position he was in, however, the man just grinned mischievously.

"You've gotten better."

The raven-haired vampire-ninja just narrowed her eyes at him.

"Of course."

Seraphim had her suspicions. He wasn't that easy to beat, he was one of the village's best fighters; he could fight for hours and not break a sweat! But now… Sera furrowed her eyebrows. Could that he-devil be planning something?

Seraphim raised her sword high above her head. Die, Yasuo! She thought before bringing it down upon him.

What happened next was unexpected, though.

Instead of blood splattering, 'Yasuo' just burst into a bouquet of flowers.

Ayumu, Seraphim, Haruna, and Yuu looked a bit, if not, surprised. The group immediately turned around as they heard maniacal laughter coming from above their heads. On the ceiling, to be exact. Yasuo was there, clapping softly, a small smile plastered on his handsome face.

"That was something," he said. "I'm not lying when I say this, Secchan. You really have improved greatly."

"You-!"

Yasuo chuckled. "You're all so naïve. Did you think that you could beat me that easily?"

No, Seraphim thought.

"Oh well. I'll be going now; I've got an appointment. It's nice to see you again, Secchan."

Yasuo said the last sentence with a sarcastic tone. He then sent a mischievous grin their way and disappeared into thin air.

"…"

Seraphim looked at the ground silently. She seemed to be pondering something, but she quickly shook it off.

"Let's go home," she muttered. Ayumu didn't oppose her.

Ayumu's POV

The walk home was quiet, if not full of tension. No one seemed to be in the mood for mindless chatter, and I'll admit it was quite… unnerving. I mean, our group wasn't usually like this. But then again, after an event like that, who wouldn't be a bit disoriented?

Still, it was unusually quiet.

"Who was that guy?" Haruna asked, trying to start a conversation. It looks like I'm not the only one that's uncomfortable in this atmosphere. There was a short pause.

"Nobody," Sera finally answered, barely even sparing a glance at the Masou Shoujo.

We continued to walk, and along the way, I couldn't help but notice that Sera seemed to be… sad, or if not, a bit too solemn. I occasionally asked her if she was alright, but she would only nod or say nothing. I might have to try to talk to her later.

"We're here," I announced, opening the door. Being the gentleman that I was, I held it open for the girls to come in. Yuu was the only one who thanked me. (Sera and Haruna are so ungrateful, it makes Ayumu want to cry and crawl into a grave.)

Third Person POV

Ayumu sighed, laying back on his bed. He couldn't sleep again, and feeling like he was going to get hit by another wave of insomnia, he settled for looking out the window beside his bed. It looks like there's going to be a thunderstorm, he noted, and as if on cue, a flash of light lit up the sky followed by a clap of thunder. Damn, he thought, sweat dropping. This is going to make it harder to sleep.

Thud

The zombie's ears perked up.

"What…" There was another thud, followed by several other sounds of… a person scrambling around?

…

A thief!?

Ayumu sat up, alert. Just then, a small square part of his ceiling was opened and a figure jumped down, landing on Ayumu. The figure hugged the bewildered 16 year old boy tightly; as if clinging to him for dear life.

"S-Sera?!"

The vampire-ninja just whimpered. There was another clap of thunder. Ayumu blushed furiously.

"Sera…! What are you doing…?"

"Nothing."

Her grip on him tightened, despite the normal, unperturbed-sounding tone in her voice.

"I-I can't breathe!" Ayumu gasped out. His face turned from red to purple. Again, thunder struck. Seraphim's hold loosened, but she buried her face into Ayumu's chest. Despite the redness in his cheeks, the zombie boy began to smile. I get it, he thought. She's scared of thunderstorms. She mentioned that before.

"Come on, Sera," he said. "It won't hurt you!" She looked up at him with narrowed eyes. Sera didn't seem to care that she was clinging onto a 'piece of shit dung beetle' (quoting herself). To her, he was probably more like a body pillow right now. A half-dead, piece of shit, dung beetle body pillow.

"Really?"

"Well, not until it hits you, but…"

"Ugh." Seraphim buried her face in his chest again. Ayumu grunted and moved himself into a better sleeping position, giving up on trying to get the stern woman off of him. He settled with moving Sera a bit more into the right side of the bed, her pretty face still hiding itself on his torso with her arms and legs wrapped tightly around him.

Ah.

Sera has such a nice body, the perverse part of his brain said.

Warm, too…

That stormy night, Ayumu fell asleep with Seraphim on his chest, him stroking her hair to calm her down.