The Hunt for Sol Badguy

written by Illuminet

DISCLAIMER: Most (if not all) of the characters appearing in this story do not belong to me, but rather, the brilliant mind of Daisuke Ishiwatari and Sammy Studios. I don't claim any of them.

:::DREAM:::

Two men stand upon a red marble floor, debris covering most of the well worn floor. Rain is pouring in an endless stream upon the two as they stare each other down. One is a tall, heavily muscle-bound man, with long spiky brown hair, and slightly tanned skin. He wears a simple tight fitting black shirt, tucked into white pants, bound by a double black leather belt, which had a giant metal buckle with the simple word "FREE" engraved. He had a red sash connected to the belt, matching with his red shoes. On his forehead, he wore a giant, red metal head set, engraved with the odd words "ROCK YOU". The man's eyes

were perhaps the most interesting feature: His left eye shone a golden amber color, while his right eye seemed to burn with a deep crimson color. He smirked at the other man, while keeping his stance up right, looking both care free and intimidating at the same time, as his oddly shaped sword tapped against his left leg and then spoke.

"You really think your best is good enough, boy?"

He said as he looked down at the smaller man. The other man had short pale blonde hair upon his head, his skin a some what pale color, his body adorned with the clothing of a Holy Knight, which was nearly an all white outfit with blue trim. Over the front of his body was a long blue sash, bound along with a long, flowing coat, within a belt similar to the other man's, but had the simple word "HOPE" engraved on the giant buckle's surface. The young man now was clutching his side in pain, his mostly white outfit singed black as if by fire in some areas, while others were torn and stained red with his own blood. He responded angrily to the taller man.

"Damn you, Sol! I WILL beat you!"

The youth spat, as he brought his right arm up over his head with his left hand slightly extended, bringing up long sword with a blade of clear blue, sparkling white as electricity ran up and down the length of the blade every once in a while. His clear blue eyes showed much of his pain as he got into his fighting stance.

"Hey, boy, don't say things you can't live up to, understand?"

The man in red, Sol, as the man called him, responded in a clear tone as the younger man fumed in anger.

"GRRR...Sacred Edge!"

The young man responded in frustration, spinning his left arm counter clock wise, forming a ring of electricity, then instantly swung forward, transforming the ring into a large blade of electricity, nearing Sol's location by the second. Sol's face now showed a bored expression.

"...I'm tired of humoring you, boy...Tyrant Rave!"

Sol swung out his right fist, now encased in a ball of fire, right in front of himself, then brought forward his left arm, striking the ball of fire as his right arm left it, and upon impact with the flame and his fist, the ball erupted into a giant shield of flame, going head on with the blade of lightning. A tremendous explosion ensued, and the young knight had to cover his eyes from the blast of light. No longer covering his eyes and looked forward as fire and lightning dissipated. His eyes opened wide for a moment before he fell to the ground, exhausted.

"...ghh..."

What the young knight had seen before he collapsed was Sol, still standing and totally unaffected by the attack. The Tyrant Rave had canceled out the Sacred Edge. Sol walked towards the Knight and nudged him with a foot.

"He's out of it. So it looks like where going to have to postpone are little chase, eh, Kiske?"

Sol said, using the man's last name, before turning around and walking off into the darkness, as the rain stopped pouring.

:::DREAM:::

NOTE: Its pretty darn early in the morning, but the next chapter will come up very soon, and for the readers out there, you'll find out who exactly is the one dreaming.