This is the saddened, yet crazy story of a couple that will fight each other in a spiraling circle of black chaos. Grab several tissues, because this one has the potential to make you, let alone anyone, cry like a baby... or like Rock Howard, & his friend, Ninon Beart. By the way, that is the pairing for this story today everyone.

This is a Drama/Hurt-Comfort/Romance/Horror sort of deal, so be prepared for this. Those who enjoy those kind of things, you might like this. Please enjoy, ladies & gentlemen.

The ever-dark hatred of Ninon

12:45 A.M., South-Town, Rock's room.

Terry was away at a match at the KOF. Rock was at Terry's home, trying to sleep. He had lost in a match halfway through the king of fighters to a girl in a very strange dress. He only knew her name, & what she was like in a manner of speaking. He didn't know much else about her at the time, but he was about to find out much more than he bargained for as he fell asleep.

" You are just my type too...", someone said, giggling. Rock awoke, his eyes feigning confusion. Already, he had a feeling that something bad might ensue from this. His suspicions were dead on.

He turned around, finding nothing but a girl in a scary, yet strange dress. A black rose embedded on her hair band, silvery hair, she stepped towards him, negative eyes of darkness glaring at the noble scion of an odious bloodline.

" Ninon? What are you doing here!? This is my house, not yours!", Rock questioned. She stopped abruptly when he asked her that.

" Fool. I know that. I am just here for something. So shut up, & stand still.", She replied.

" For what? For you to attack me? I know what you're like! You're the exact opposite of your sister, Mignon. You torment your own sister! Who's to say you won't do to me what you do to her?", he said. Ninon's glare got even darker than what seemed possible.

" That's it. Just to avoid any issues, I should just knock you out cold, & take what I need.", she roared.

When the fight began, she had vanished into thin air. Rock knew she could do that, but didn't know where she was, & that cost him dearly; before he knew it, he was already sent crashing to the floor in one thunderous blast from behind.

" You know... you should learn to dodge if you ever want to survive in the KOF.", Ninon advised, advancing towards him, lightning still emerging from her arms. "Otherwise... you may wind up dead." she said quickly, finishing him with several more bolts of lightning. The bolts of lightning made him writhe in agony. The effects made him counterattack with several blows to her stomach, knocking her back, only for the dark witch to send him upward with a ferocious rose-like wind.

Of course, the match was far from over, as Rock was no ordinary fighter. He returned the favor by performing a "Rising tackle", a move that proved to be quite powerful, knocking her far away; she was sent nearly halfway across the room, landing headfirst into the wall.

This of course... only angered her... even though she may look nice on the outside, the mask of darkness can fool even the wisest of people, & that was about to be proven by her. The girl dancing with the devil was about to have her revenge. Hatred coursing through her mind, she had an idea.

Ninon first went to the left, then kept going to the left; she vanished again, this time teleporting right in front of her. Rock was about to kick her back, when she grabbed his leg, then knocked him off balance. She then started chanting several words in Latin; in one second, The noble scion was knocked to the floor by a powerful inferno spell.

Rock was too weak to move. Whatever move she pulled off... it was one that seemed to be black & murderous. He struggled to turn himself face up, trying to grasp what happened.

" Isn't it tough to live... being so weak?", Ninon asked darkly. She moved toward him, feeling somewhat happy. She had the worst of intentions in her mind, aiming to see them realized.

Arriving to Rock's side, kneeling down to take a look at him. His crimson eyes were almost too much to resist. That alone is what started to make Ninon blush.

" What do you want? You already beat me to a pulp.", he asked, Ninon slapping him in the face in turn. She was still angry, & then... she started turning up the heat with dark fire. It spread like wildfire, burning him up to a crisp. His jacket was burned right off, revealing a pitch-black shirt. Rock screeched in pain as she burned him alive with magical fire.

She stopped the fiery magic, the flames stopping almost abruptly. Rock breathed heavily as he turned to face her. She laughed at him as he tried to move.

" Monster. That's enough from you!", Rock bellowed. Ninon only moved closer towards him. They were literally inches from each other. She bit him on his left arm, making him cry out in pain. Blood trickled from his arm as he struggled to break free from her grasp. She giggled darkly as Rock cried, wishing Terry was here.

" Let go... let go of me!", he said as Ninon got onto his back. He screamed as he attempted to break free.

" Shut up.", she said as she electrocuted him yet again. She seemed rather pleased with her work, but really, she wanted more out of him than just that... much more. Taking out a pair of scissors, she cut a lock of hair from him. Rock began to fall into unconsciousness as she put the hair into a vial.

" I will be back, you bastard.", she thought as she left the house, & Rock behind.

This is chapter one, The ever-dark hatred of Ninon. I hope you enjoyed this, as I certainly did enjoy making this story, & I've only begun to write these ever-dark, sad, yet romantic chapters. Please have a decent day, ladies & gentlemen.