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Fighter/Sacrifice
Prologue
Was it fate, was it that he tried for so long to deny what was going on, or was it his lack of strength?
Why was it that everything was crumbling around him, why did he feel so helpless to stop it?
What is fate anyway, destiny, who gives a damn about the heavens and what was preordained to happen?
Well, he did, now that everything he had nightmares about happening had finally happened and that fate crap had kicked him in the gut, slapped him in the face, and left him paralyzed.
He finally opened his violet, glazed eyes, though very grudgingly, he would have preferred to sleep peacefully, but his thoughts would give him no peace at all. He sat up from his spot on his twin bed in his small room. His black hair curtaining his pale, slender, almost girlish face as he hung his head. His hair had a violet tint to it, his build had become more defined over the past four years and his hair had grown to grace his shoulder blades. He knew he needed a haircut, but he often found himself not caring or liking the long hair as it helped to shield his face at times.
There was the sound of footsteps coming towards his room that made his violet and catlike ears stand up attentively and his head turned to his bedroom door. He flinched involuntarely when the footsteps stopped outside his door and a knock was heard.
"Ritsuka, I made dinner for you."
He sighed and swung his legs over on the side of his bed, "Hai, arigato."
He heard her turn and walk back down the stairs then he stood up. In the past few years more than his hair had grown. Before he had a lot of feminine traits and was more slender. He was still slim, but there was a light tone of muscle to his figure and his shoulders and back had grown to more of a masculine build. He still had slim hips and his tail moved behind him, the same color as his hair and ears, in a bored and unconcious way.
He adjusted the long sleeved black shirt he was accustomed to wearing and walked across the room. He had somehow taken to wearing fitting dark purple slacks, but this outfit was more fit for his depressing days. Days when nightmares would haunt his sleep and wake him up to endless circles of thoughts. This had begun a short time after his brother's faked death and the arrival of his brothers' fighter, Soubi Agatsuma.
Ever since he had figured out that mysterious memo, well that haunting dream had haunted him. He would wake from reliving the dream thinking everyone was gone. It never helped when Septimal Moon sent more pairs after them that had taken to kidnapping or bringing harm to his or Soubi's friends.
The now sixteen year old sacrifice made his way to his door and walked quietly to the kitchen to eat a silent dinner with his insane mother who was trying very hard today to keep her sanity. Another long day coming to an end only to start another one.
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