Love and War
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In a time of war, the unthinkable happens…two lost souls are reunited. Together again for the first time in more than a decade, Dark Mousy will make a startling discovery about the one person he has sworn to kill...the one person he has sworn to love.
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Chapter 1
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Carnage swept the land, dead bodies littering the cold, bloody grass. There must have been hundreds upon hundreds of men that lay dead after that battle…yet two still stood—their swords clashing violently against the one another's.
"Why—won't—you—just—die?" The violet haired one hissed, each word emphasized with a violent thrust towards the blonde.
"Speak for yourself," The other growled, either parrying or dodging the elegant weapon.
Dark ignored the blonde, his attack growing forcer with each missed opportunity to strike his opponent—everyone knew not his name, simply his title as: He who personally caused enough bloodshed to wreak havoc for centuries to come.
The blonde, on the other hand, was not faring so well. He had been the one to lead head first into the battle—the first to slaughter, the first to take a blow. Small nicks marked his now tattered armor, and blood flowing freely from several wounds. His arm ached to the point where he could barely hold his sword and his helmed head had a pounding to match it.
Cursing lightly, he switched the weapon into his left hand, gripping his bloody blade awkwardly as he continued to deflect the other's blows.
Dark also switched tactics, now, realizing that the blonde was able to parry with great ease his simple thrusts, and let out a grunt of exertion as he raised the sword and brought it down heavily upon the others left shoulder.
The blonde let out a pained sort of scream, and stumbled backwards as the sword fell limply from his twitching hand.
"What did you—?" he managed to hiss, stepping over a corpse as he backed away from his still armed opponent.
"Pressure point," Dark said simply, lunging once again.
The blonde, not so nimbly, leapt out of the way as Dark flew past him, the amethyst haired male nearly stumbling over one of his comrade's corpses in his rage.
The helmed one took this brief opening, and managed to yank free from one of his own army's cold, dead fingers a sharply pointed shaft—adorned at the top with a flag representing his country.
Turning on his heels in one swift motion, he threw the wooden spike towards his oncoming opponent and watched in rapt concern as the violet haired male's eyes widened.
Swiftly, with agility unparalleled, the other ducked and just barely missed having his fine face impaled. Still, though, all grace abandoned him when he slipped in a sleek puddle of blood so wickedly staining the ground beneath him.
"Shit!" He cursed loudly, stumbling to regain himself. He fell to the ground roughly, his sword flying through the air.
The blonde took this opportunity to filch the sword from midair, arming himself once again. Still, with his muscles so weak, the tip of the weapon seemed to sag to the ground, the tip touching the grass.
Each panted heavily, and eventually Dark managed to gather himself. He fumbled for a weapon to arm himself with once again, and smirked when he felt the touch of steel grace his fingertips.
Snatching it up quickly, he clamored up to his feet and waved the sword menacingly in front of his opponents face. Of course, Dark had almost no idea what the male inside looked like—the great helm donning his head concealing everything but strange, golden eyes.
Familiar, strange golden eyes…
Dark raised his sword, feeling his energy ebb away quickly, now, his adrenaline dismissing itself too quickly for his own pleasure, and swung down with a mighty blow that left the blonde shred in two.
Well…it would have if he had hit him. Instead, Dark felt a horrible, massive explosion of pain emitting from his right side in that split second that he should have smitten the blonde. What's worse is that he heard the crack first.
Dark fell to the floor, agonizing cries poisoning the air, as he gasped, cried out for breath. Turning, the excruciating pain strengthening, he saw his attacker.
A great white beast—a horse with vivid, glaring eyes snorting…pawing at the ground as if about to charge at him.
The great animal's forehead was streaking red blood—and Dark knew that the animal had head-butted him. But why?
His opponent let out a dry whistle, and the beast turned to him, trotting over to his master. The blonde—his hair soaking wetly in a bloody ponytail down his back, placed a gloved hand on the horse's saddle. Coughing lightly, he ushered for the horse to move foreward—slowly, though—it being the only thing holding him up, now.
Dark grimaced, the numbness receding greatly from its former self, and forced himself up. He let out a silent cry, dragging his sword with him. The blonde hadn't seemed to notice—either that or there was nothing he could do, anyway, and Dark—in one horrid motion—slashed his sword against the back of the horse's hind legs.
The steed let out a whiny of pain and surprise, and crumpled to the floor in one foul motion—dragging with him the blonde.
Luckily for him, though, the horse collapsed farther away from him, sparing him the horrid crushing he would have otherwise received.
Dark grinned wickedly. Finally…finally this menace would pay the price for his sins—for killing all those innocents during the war.
Fighting back the pain he caused himself with each step he took, Dark towered over the figure who lay as lifeless as a child's doll.
Reaching down with stiff fingers with one hand to remove the helm—positioning the sword he gripped in his right hand at the neck of the other—he began to pull the heavy iron away.
Slowly, milky flesh was revealed, and giving the masking object a final tug, Dark's breath caught in his chest when the face of an ashen male looked up helplessly at him.
"…Krad?"
The blonde's eye lids narrowed from weariness, and then his golden eyes rolled into the back of their sockets.
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Oh…sorry. It would seem that I've started another story, eh? I really do hope you don't mind. I think I'm rather fond of this story…and would love any constructive criticism you have to offer. I also wanted to apologize for the very small amount of dialogue in this chapter—it was mainly me trying my hand off with action scenes…
Blah…well, in any case—I do hope you enjoyed it!
