The smaller silverette lashed out and slammed his fist into the tanned males jaw, a satisfying and sick crack coming from both the jaw and fist. The smaller hissed and cradled his hand, his knuckles beginning to swell so soon as they broke from contact with the Egyptians jaw.
Akefia snarled and lunged forwards, sending them both to the ground, his fingers wrapping around Ryous throat. The smaller thrashed and kicked his legs; he began to claw at the olders wrists causing blood to form.
They fought over their differences, the other wanting to be seen as an individual from the other. They weren't the same; they were strangers and honestly hated each other to death.
"Fucking little host," Akefia growled out as he tightened his fingers around Ryous neck, he winced at the nails digging into his hands but didn't let up on the assaults.
Ryous sight was fading, his head feeling light at the loss of air as he kicked weakly at the other. 'I wanted to be rid of him… that didn't mean I wanted to die, I want him to die,' he thought as his vision was fading to black. Reaching out blindly he swiped his hand out and suddenly the pressure was off his throat.
Akefia let out a cry as he slapped a hand over his now bleeding cheek; several deep cuts were now sliced over the old scar. Ryou coughed and rolled onto his side, reaching into his jackets pocket, feeling his hand wrap around the flick blade that the spirit had always carried on him when he'd possessed him.
Akefia stared at his blood soaked hand in horror; he hated blood it made him sick to the stomach. Looking up just in time as Ryou lunged at him, he grabbed the boy, crying out as he felt the knife slice through his palm and slammed him down on the floor again. Glancing at his hand, the blade slabbed straight through his hand, he slapped Ryou across the face and pulled the knife out, tossing it away.
"Get off me!" Ryou screamed, if looks could kill Akefia would be set on fire and burned to death by the boy. "I wish you would die, you're a nuisance! You don't belong here!"
"Shut up," Akefia roared, grabbing the boys long white hair and tugging it harshly. "You're not that better off. When was the last time you remember being in full control of your body for more than a week? You have a long way to catch up on."
"Less than you, asshole," Ryou hissed out, glaring darkly at the man. "You don't deserve a chance at life. All the things you've done… when, back then, was the last time you were in full control of your body for more than a week?"
Akefia's eyes widened before they narrowed to slits, he punched the boy hard enough that it hurt his hand and then brought his knee up to slam Ryou in the stomach.
Ryou screamed in pain and clutched his stomach as began to throw wild blows at him and curled in on himself. 'Help me, I need something! I need something now!' his fingers brushed something. 'Pen?' blinking inwardly, he pulled out the pen and as Akefia raises his fist he took the moment to strike. Leaning up, he slammed the pen into Akefia's temple, staring wide-eyed as the Egyptian froze and their gaze was locked.
Ever so slowly Akefia lowered his gaze and his body relaxing, he knew that he wouldn't survive this. He slumped down and his pale purple eyes fading into lifelessness.
Ryou gasped and stood up on shaky legs, whimpering as he brushed down his clothes, straightening his jacket. Taking a deep breath, he looked at the now dead body of the Thief King with a cold indifference and turned away.
"Battle of the fittest, Yami," the silverette whispered at he walked away, his black coat and white hair floating with the wind.
(So I thought it was time I did another short story with someone dying… I like them dying, this one was pent up aggression so shut up. Anyway I hope you like it at least)