Disclaimer: I do not own Kadaj, I just like to abduct him for short periods and play with him.
Flashback in italics.
Defiance
Kadaj wore his usual black leather outfit despite the blazing sun, his long hair tied in a loose ponytail at the top of his head. As always during fight training.
The man had already been waiting for him.
His. Right after their first encounter he had told the others the man was his. His prey. His last test…
Kadaj hated him with every nerve cell of his body.
The man was one of the privilaged few they had contact with besides the lab staff. A master of weapons. Skilled beyond anything Kadaj ever came across. Not just deadly.
Professional.
Unveiling Kadaj's weaknesses ruthlessly. But he gritted his teeth and waited. Listened. Learned. Fought.
It was just another nightmare of the countless ones that haunted him.
The fight was long. As always. Because as always, Kadaj fought for his freedom. Their freedom. But the outcome was still the same. Defeat. Bitter. Enraging.
He had his silver locks in the other's firm grip, forcing him to look straight into the amber eyes. And there came the words again. That he was too confident. Too careless.
He just stared at the man with long dark hair and the few chin-length strands that cast shadows over the right side of his face, mako eyes burning with hatred like the depths of hell.
But he didn't ask. He did once. Because the locks obscuring the man's vision were the embodiement of confidence and carelessness. Vision was crucial in a fight, and the man knew. His only answer was a smug „Because I can, kid. I'm the best, you know".
Too confident… Too careless…
Kadaj knew he was not ready. Not yet. But once the man's blood was on his blades, there will be no force that could stop him. Them. And they will be free.
The dance had been the same, for the hundredth, thousandth of time, and the amber eyes laughed at him, challanged him. As always.
Souba cut through his heart as if flesh and bones were nothing but paper and straw, and Kadaj filled his eyes with the sight of the other's crimson blood.
He twisted the sword once, twice.
The delightful scent of fresh blood reached his nostrils, the light of the amber eyes long gone.
Kadaj laughed.
And the next day he cut his hair chin-length, half of the shiny silver hair veiling one of his mako eyes. That night, they slept under trees.
