Ahhhh, I couldn't bring myself to write about fluffiness QAQ I wanted to write something a bit more darker, so I decided to get this little bit out. Let the drama ensue! (And yes, another Elsword x Aisha fic. I should write another pairing T_T)

Only characters so far, as an A/N at the bottom will explain why to you:

Elsword: Infinity Sword

Aisha: Dimension Witch

Prologue

He sat on the rooftop, crouched, eyes merely slits. There was a figure below him, shrouded in the early dawn mist, and he knew that it wasn't a regular pedestrian. No human ever crept out at this time anymore. They all knew that they would just be hunted off by all of them.

So, just who was this person? Was it one of the Morning? He had never even seen this body shape before in all of his encounters with those goddamn pests. Was there even anyone up to par with their reasoning, logic, and skills these days? Could they actually recruit someone of their finesse?

It was a female. That he could tell. And as he dared to shuffle just a little closer to the edge to peer more clearly, she shifted on her feet and...looked directly at him.

He froze. Just one shot. Anything that was a weapon could be thrown at him and since he wouldn't be able to see much in this fog, he wouldn't be able to deflect it in time without coming out scathed.

Then she turned back around as if nothing happened and kept walking on in the eerily silent village.

His head suddenly began to rack with enormous headaches. It was as if his mind had split open to gape at the waiting world outside. Red began to seep in from the edges of his peripheral and he clutched desperately at his hair. Another strand of it shriveled to black. He clenched the side of the building and felt the stone beneath his hand nearly crumble underneath the amount of strength he was exerting.

He began to cry. It started out with a pitiful whimper that echoed until it escalated into an ominous wail that alerted everyone of its presence. His tears began to glimmer in a suspiciously blood-colored shine, as if he were crying his life essence out. This was what they perhaps called...

...insanity. Whatever the man was seeing was enough to make his unstable mentality shatter like fragile glass once again.

Now the girl stopped and, extremely cautious, slowly turned around to pinpoint the location of the sound. "Who..." she started, before she heard a whoosh! fly past her. A sword, red at center, golden at blade, and black at hilt had clattered on the ground behind her. Twilight, she thought dimly. People who didn't have enough sanity to keep their grip on reality. People who, even despite that, managed to make an organization to destroy this world that treated them wrongly. Monsters, she summed up as she watched his shadow suddenly disappear, that once used to be human.

And monsters they were. No human would be able to trickle blood from their eyes, nor would they have the endurance in their heart to summon an infinite amount of blades without effort. Such were the measly few members of the Twilight classified as.

He was right next to her, sword in hand, murmuring, "Don't walk away from me..."

She instantly leapt onto a building, her heart pounding. It was her first time encountering a member of Twilight. Like he had predicted before he went insane, she was a new Morning.

"What do..." she began, then trailed off. "What do the Morning really do?"

The man lifted an eyebrow. "We do exactly what we say we do."

"No, you don't," she said, caution rising in her voice. "There's something more to 'saving the land from a great evil.'"

Now the man was amused. "That's precisely what we do. We get rid of the dangerous units that teeter on the world's seesaw. We defend each area of Elrios with our lives, because the fiends we're fighting against have only their life to give."

"Isn't it possible that...we talk to them instead?" That suggestion made him start to look at least interested in her now. "You know about the Twilight." A statement. She made no move on accepting nor denying. "You know... We've tried. I paid a huge, huge price for attempting once. But every time we even get near one of them, they just disconnect from their brains and go dive into their heart somewhere. Why," he asked, "are you even talking to me about this?"

No reply. Then, "Let me join the Morning."

"What? Wait, n-" A weapon to his neck in the next split second, but he was already three feet away by then.

"Please. I need to."

"Attacking the person you want to persuade. Convincing." Sarcasm. But his assessment was already over. He knew exactly who she was and why she was there. "Alright."

"Huh?"

The target that terrorized the villages of Elder, Ruben, and Bethma: Elsword Sieghart, code named Infinity Sword, for all the amount of blades he could summon.

"Don't turn your back to me," he whispered. It sent shivers up her back. Before she could register it, she saw him throw a sword at her. Instead of stabbing through her like it could've, the sword he hurtled abruptly yanked her off of the building and towards him. She yelped as she tumbled into the air, then let out an interrupted gasp as her back slammed into someone. Into him. She could hear him breathing, and strangely as it was, his breath was completely calm and regular. He smelled of choking smoke, of the forest that they used to play in, and of rain. Elsword wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a tight hug.

"Don't leave me," he said. She felt something slide down her cheek. Was she crying? she thought as she blinked erratically. But when she shakily wiped away the drop with her hand, it came away crimson and sticky. One whiff and she could tell from the metallic tang. Blood. He was crying blood.

And still she said nothing, as he kept weeping into her hair. He was mumbling all sorts of things, except that it wasn't gibberish to her. She knew everything he was talking about.

"You left me." She had left him.

"I died." A part of him had been turned to ashes. It wasn't visible but she could tell.

"I didn't have anything left." All he had had been taken.

"I hate you."

"Elswor-!"

And with that, he stabbed her.

So? How was it? OuO I hope it was good!

Alright, because I couldn't decide, I'm going to hold a poll on my profile to decide which characters in Elsword are going to be Twilight or Morning. All dark classes immediately go to Twilight, and light classes to Morning. Now, to just hope that everyone doesn't vote for dark classes... :'D

After the classes have been decided, I'll hold another poll to decide on the pairings.

Thank you for reading~ The poll will end in exactly one week! :D Gogogogo~!