[Machikado Mazoku] Mikan and Yuuko Train Together

Mikan and Yuuko train together

It was after school, with a few more hours before the sun set, when Mikan and Yuuko were walking together. It'd been a few days since the new magical girl had suddenly appeared to help the weakened Momo, and Yuuko was still struggling to understand her. She seemed a little... odd. At the very least she was bad news, Yuuko felt that things went bad whenever the girl was around. Maybe she just needed to get to know her better?

"Ah, this is the place." The pair stopped, having made their way to Momo's abandoned factory, their makeshift training ground. Mikan looked around, a broad smile on her face. "The town has changed a lot since I've been gone, but this is exactly how I remember it!"

She looked at the demon girl. "Well Yuuko, let's get to it!"

"Y-Yes!" The girls began their stretches and warmups. Even if Momo wasn't with them, her lessons sure were.

The previous day Mikan suggested to Momo that she take over Shamiko's training. Momo still needed rest to regain her own powers, and Mikan wanted to get to know the girl with whom she'd be protecting the city. Not that she was doing it because was worried for Momo of course, it was simply logical that the girl recover her powers as soon as possible. The peach magical girl had taken some convincing, and eventually they settled on her resting during the week and joining them on weekends, with Mikan continuing Shamiko's training throughout.

"Hmm... so what should be do first?" Mikan looked at Yuuko, who was standing by nervously. "What do you think is the weakest part of you, Yuuko?"

"Uh," Shamiko thought for a moment. "My punches, probably..."

"Let's start with that then! Hit me as hard as you can."

Shamiko started to protest, then she thought of Momo's reaction to her previous hits. Or rather, her lack of reaction. She didn't even flinch when she hit her with all her might. Alright, she thought, time to see if her training has paid off!

Remembering Momo's lesson (thumb out, swing your body, aim at the stomach), she swung with all her might. A loud thud rang out when her fist connected with Mikan's stomach. Yesss!, she thought, Perfect hit! Yuuko looked up.

Her target hadn't even budged. "Was... was that it?" Mikan scratched her head. "I thought Momo was training you?"

"W-Well, in projectiles, and, uh, it's not easy, you know!" Tears welled up in Yuuko's eyes.

The magical girl sighed. "Here, let me show you what a real punch is like." In a split second she pulled her fist back and thrust it forward, punching Yuuko in the stomach. The demon girl was enveloped in pain, white light flashing across her eyes. She stumbled backwards, clutching herself, and tripped over a loose brick.

"How unlucky," Mikan smirked. "If you can't even handle that, how can you stand up in a real fight? I wasn't even transformed."

Yuuko sat up, wiping tears from her face. She had scraped her hands when she fell, and now they were dusty and bloody. "W-Why did you do that?"

Advancing slowly, the magical girl didn't respond. Yuuko tried to scurry backwards, but she stepped on her own tail and her foot slid out from under her.

"We're not done training yet." Mikan grabbed the front of her shirt and lifted her up. "Stand up."

Yuuko's legs shook as she tried to balance. Suddenly, Mikan punched her again, higher this time. It was hard, in the ribs. There was a sickening crack as the fist connected, and Yuuko fought the urge to vomit as the pain overwhelmed her.

"If you're lucky then your rib isn't broken." Mikan lifted her higher, her feet dangling in the air. She weakly clawed at the girl's hand, but even without the agonizing pain she wouldn't have been able to break her grip. Mikan swatted her hands away, then pulled her close and brushed the hair out of the demon girl's eyes.

"This is training too, you know. What's your next move?"

Through the pain the words came to Shamiko's mind. "C-Crisis Man-"

"Too late." Mikan's spare hand clamped down on her mouth. "If this was a real fight then you'd be dead by now, Shadow Mistress." She squeezed tightly, feeling the girl's demon fangs through her skin. They were sharp, very sharp. It wouldn't take much force to push them through...

She dropped Yuuko. The girl collapsed on the ground, panting harshly. Flecks of blood surrounded her mouth, and there was a raw red hand print on her face. Mikan could only imaging the bruises that were forming on her belly. Yuuko's breath was ragged, and she winced in pain every time she inhaled. Her dark powers meant she would heal quickly, but in the mean time she would be suffering.

"That's enough for today." Mikan stepped on Yuuko's limp tail, crushing the tip with her full weight. "Momo's still weak, so you better not tell her about our training. Who knows what could happen if she joined in?"

***

One week since Shamiko and Mikan had begun training together, and every afternoon was a repeat of the first. The only time she had a break from the torment was the weekend when Momo joined them, but Mikan made sure she had a special warm-down session with her on those days, too.

Every day she limped home, bleeding and in agony. Her demon blood meant she almost completely healed before the next day, so even if she wanted to tell Momo there wasn't any proof. Not that she had any time alone with her friend. Mikan made sure never to let them be alone together, and always interrupted Shamiko if Momo asked about their training. The peach magical girl had noticed something was up with Shamiko, but Mikan insisted that she was just tired from their intense workouts.

"Are you sure you're ok, Shamiko?" Momo asked, looking concerned. "You haven't even challenged me once this week."

Mikan slid up beside the demon girl, a bright smile on her face. Out of Momo's view, she gripped Shamiko's tail behind her. Her nails dug into the soft flesh, puncturing the skin.

"Eep!" Another squeeze. "I-I mean, yes, it's good." The grip loosened. "Mikan's teaching me a lot."

"In fact, Yuuko invited me to stay over at her house this weekend so we can train better! Isn't that right, Yuuko?" Squeeze. A warm trickle of blood dripped down.

"Y-Yes..."

"It'll be pretty intense, so you shouldn't come this time Momo." Mikan said with a grin. "We'll treat you to some mochi balls afterwards, ok?"

Momo frowned, but didn't push the issue. "A long as you think it's ok, Shamiko."

"I... I do." Shamiko looked away.

***

"Is that really all you've got?"

Mikan stood over Shamiko, wiping blood off her knuckles. She wanted this training session to be special, and had transformed for the first time. Like before, Yuuko had tried to transform to at least try to fight back, but she bit her tongue before she could say the words and Mikan hit her in the face.

Yuuko scrambled against the ground as Mikan grabbed her face, forcing open her jaw. She cried out in pain as the magical girl gripped one of her fangs.

"Reckon I could pull it out without pliers?"

"Naaa! Naaa!" Yuuko shouted around her fingers. She tried biting but she didn't even have enough strength left to do that much. Agony washed over her as Mikan started forcibly wiggling the tooth.

"Wow, this is actually tough!" She said, a visible blush on her face. "Maybe I SHOULD go get-"

Snap. White light filled Yuuko's eyes as her tooth snapped off in Mikan's fingers. She was dropped to the ground, on the edge of consciousness.

"Wow, talk about unlucky." Mikan held the fang up in the light. "Pretty disgusting. No surprise really, since you're a demon." She tossed the tooth away into the factory rubble.

She looked at Yuuko's crumpled form on the ground, barely able to contain herself.

"Do you think your horns will grow back if they're broken off?" Yuuko instinctively raised her hands to clutch her horns. The fingers on her right hand were entirely broken from when Mikan stepped on them. Her left wrist felt broken too, but it was hard to tell from the slowly blackening swelling. Pain flared through her as Mikan slapped her hands away.

"How about this, you can choose which horn we're going to experiment on! Which one is broken on Shamisen, again?"

"Cwisis Mangent Fo-"

Smack. A hard fist to the jaw, stopping the words from coming out. She collapsed to the ground. Blood dribbled out of her mouth, and she softly coughed.

"Still too slow." Mikan flick her hand, blood flying off. "Guess I'm choosing the horn, then."

She stood over Yuuko and gripped her left horn with both hands. Loud cracking noises filled the air as she squeezed tightly, twisted, and pulled. The horn shuddered with each crack, sending waves of pain down the demon girl's body.

Yuuko lay limp. She had no energy to fight back anymore. Her vision went black as she passed out.

***

"Shamiko!"

Blurry sky filled her eyes as she blinked away sleep. Shamiko sat up, wincing from the pain. None of her bones were broken anymore, but she was still stiff and bruised.

"Shamiko!"

The soft scent of peaches drifted down over her. Momo was cradling her gently, wearing her magical girl outfit and looking like she'd just been in a brawl.

"Ah... Momo." She lifted her arm to touch the girl's face, but shooting pain in her arm stopped her. "Are you here to train with us?"

"Mikan's... she's gone now, Shamiko." A tear rolled down Momo's face. "You idiot... you should have told me."

"But you needed... to rest..." Her breathing was heavy.

"Shamiko... I'm sorry."

"No..." The demon girl shook her head softly. "You saved me, Momo. You're my..." Shamiko's voice faded as she drifted back to sleep in the girl's arms. "Never leave... Momo..."

"I won't leave you, Shamiko..."

There was a small chime noise. Momo shuffled her grip on Shamiko as she popped open her wand and took her phone out.

"Her training's complete, she's all yours now. Remember the deal: 4 Strawberry Mochi balls by next week - Mikan."

Momo kissed Shamiko gently on the forehead then stood up, cradling the girl in her arms. "And you won't leave either."