-:When the moonlight finds the flower:-
-:Chapter two: Equals:-
Thorn's/Amy's POV:
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So this is the great and famous Moontooth?
Hah, not really impressed.
Yet.
He looks like some future swordsman hero from those Japanese action movies.
But oh well, can't judge him when I think about what I'm wearing.
But his skills... that is something else...
"Honor? Didn't I just told you?" I said with a chuckle, finally letting go of the dead Derek.
The wolfdog just chuckled back at me, crossing his arms.
"I never asked for your help, miss. Everything was going fine."
I looked at him before moving my eyes down at the dead body.
"Really?" My eyes moved back to Moontooth, my grin hidden behind my mask. "Because it kinda looked like he was getting away."
To my surprise, he stayed calm and just chuckled at me again.
I raised an eyebrow, watching him adjusting his sunglasses as he took a step closer to me.
"I was just playing with him..." He crouched down to Derek's feet, taking of his left shoe.
To my surprise he threw it like a Frisbee, watching the accessory fly into the sky.
He moved his fingers to his leather gauntlet, looking at me with a sly grin.
A explosion broke the odd moment as I moved my gaze up, looking where the shoe once had been flying.
"Impressing..." I said, lowering my gaze so I was looking back at him. "But I was the one who killed him..."
He just chuckled again foolishly, like he was any better then me.
"Maybe you did kill him... but maybe one day you won't get your target? At least with that sword..."
I frowned, holding my katana up. "You mean this...?"
He grinned at me, taking out his dagger and knife before holding them in fighting stance.
"Smaller weapons gives you more time to attack. Speed, my friend."
Speed? Okey I can't understand this guy...
How can he be so calm? Usually people get scared or angry, but he keeps himself calm like everything is fine.
That reminds me of someone, and not just his attitude.
The way he adjust those sunglasses, chuckle and talk...
But that doesn't matter, even if I met him before then I can just forget him.
Can't let people from the past be in the way.
"Are you challenging me...?" I said, almost coldly as I moved my sword into a fighting position.
Another of those chuckles left his lips as he shrugged. "Maybe?"
If this guy want to fight he better know who he is dealing with...
"I should warn you, I don't play nice."
"Does anyone?"
Now that made me chuckle, somehow.
Guess that is how he works...
Oh well, if it's a fight he want then he's gonna get it...
Moontooth/Moon's POV:
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Now I guess I shouldn't have challenged her/pissed her off...
But hey, I just couldn't stop... heheheh.
Oh well, I simply smile as I see her suddenly appearing behind me.
Sure... she if fast, but she is fighting with a guy who has the senses of a wolf...
I let my blades collide with her sword as I quickly turn around seeing her eyes.
The girl got style, but I'm half-wolf.
I kick her away as I move my arms a bit, getting the blades in a better position.
I notice she just kicks off a wall, jumping back at me.
Her boots hit me in the torso, the hard and still soft material pushing me down onto the asphalt.
"Uff!" Was the sound that came out of my mouth as I felt the pain in my neck.
"I think I win." She said with some joy in her voice as she held her katana to my throat.
"Pretty good moves... but you got A lot to learn." She continued, smiling.
Of course, I didn't see her smile cause of her mask... but I could see it in her eyes.
And wolf senses, kinda the answer for everything...
*Click*
"...maybe I win?" I said with a sly grin.
She looked shocked but confused at me before moving her gaze behind her.
My tail was holding my gun, pointing it at her head.
"Impressing." She said, tilting her head as I chuckled. "You're better then I thought..."
I chuckled again before she moved away from me, letting me stand up.
I placed the weapons back in the holsters as I saw Thorn walking over to the body of Derek.
I ignored what she did, already knowing what she was doing as I saw her crouching down.
My eyes suddenly widened as I accidentally took a breath with my nose.
I felt a smell, and now I was certain I had felt it before.
11 years ago...
I glanced at Thorn as I saw her stand up again.
I couldn't believe what my senses were telling me, and now I just couldn't simply ignore it!
"Let's call it a tie." I said, holding my arm up towards the skies.
"Huh?" Was her answer as she turned away, but at the time she looked towards my direction I was already swinging away.
Thorn's/Amy's POV:
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As I saw Moontooth swinging away I couldn't help that a chuckle left my lounges.
He seemed to have that kind of gift, making people in a good mood.
I wondered if he ever used it for advantage...
"Freeze!"
Great, lost in my thoughts I actually let the cops come...
But that isn't something a smoke grenade can't fix.
*PSHHHHT!*
"Ah! She's using smoke!"
Long time before the smoke has stopped flying around in the air I was now running onto the rooftops.
It was getting late, and I would need some sleep for tomorrow.
Somehow, even though I tried not to, I couldn't stop thinking about Moontooth.
He really did remember me of someone... someone close...
I shook my head, trying to stay focused on not falling down the rooftops. Not that I would even if I was out of focus.
"Stop thinking..." I told myself.
Something really did make me remember him somehow...
But where had I met him?
I just shook my head, finally getting the thoughts out.
And apparently that was around the time I finally got home...
I simply sit down on my chair as I enter my room, taking off my mask.
Moontooth... could be a interesting fellow.
As long as he wasn't in the way of course.
My thoughts went back on how calm he was all the time.
Apparently that must be because he is like me.
No, not like me. He's nothing like me.
He haven't been through what I been through. He haven't seen what I seen.
He is probably just another one of those fakers...
I blinked, feeling how tired I suddenly got.
Usually I can make myself stay up, looking through my plans and such. But today?
I fell asleep.
My sleep was as dreamless as usually, nothing but the black darkness.
No light, no colors, no pictures.
Just a giant dream of black.
"I should have guessed it..." Was the words that broke my sleep.
I quickly turned my head towards the door, seeing someone lean at it.
My eyes widened, someone had actually been able to follow me.
Somebody saw my face, somebody could easily know who I was.
The dark figure kept himself still at the door, crossing his arms.
I glanced at my sword, knowing what would have to be done.
"I'm not here to fight, black mail, kill, torture, annoy, bash or do anything bad to you..." He said, still leaning to the door.
I looked back at him, watching him adjust his sunglasses.
Wait... sunglasses...?
"Who are you...?" I asked, standing up from the chair.
"Nether friend or foe, just a shadow of your past." He said with a calm tone, still crossing his arms.
I frowned, feeling how angry I got for every second. Who he thought he was dealing with?
"Stop the bullshit-talk and tell me who you ARE!" I yelled, grabbing my sword as I rushed up to him.
I let it go through the door, right next to his head.
He stayed calmed as he moved his head up a little, looking into my eyes as I saw who he was.
Moontooth.
"You?"
"No..." He answered, taking of his pilot sunglasses. "Me..."
The sparkle from the crystal blue eyes made my body froze.
I quickly got back to normal and removed the sword from the door.
I simply threw it on the floor as I looked at him with a confused and surprised look.
He just looked at me, showing no expression except maybe a sad one.
"Roger..." I said, remembering my old friend when I was five years old. "Moon..."
He finally got off the wall as he heard his old nickname, "Moon".
He simply said. "Hello Sunshine."
I blinked, recognizing the nickname.
For a short time before I left Carcer City in the age of five, me and Moon gave each other nicknames.
His was Moonlight and mine was Sunshine. It was kind of silly when I think of it, but we liked those nicknames.
"So this is what happen with you." He said, letting his arms hang down.
I looked at him, he showed no sign of disrespect or mistrust.
"I can't say I'm not shocked..." He said. "But just like that I can't say I don't understand why..."
I looked at his face, he wasn't judging me.
"How did it happen?"
Now he suddenly wanted to talk to me, understand how I became me.
But, I didn't want that. This is who I am.
"I don't have to tell you." I said, trying to not sound too cold.
He just looked back at me, his eyes having direct contact with mine.
"My mother was murdered in front of my eyes." He said, being the one to talk in stand of me.
I just looked at him, how he tried to make contact.
I can't say I'm not surprised he got this way, I never thought that about him.
But I can't care about it, not now...
"I found myself killing him... the man who did it, with my own claws..."
I looked at the hand without a glove.
Indeed, the claws were big.
"You changed." He said, looking at me.
"Of course I have!" I shouted suddenly, but to my surprise he wasn't shocked. "Just like you! Where are you going with this?"
He just kept himself calm and a bit sad, looking at my eyes.
"I have changed too... but I am still trying to be myself." He said.
I frowned, his words confusing me.
What did he mean by trying to be himself?
I just kept looking him with confused eyes, wanting answers.
"I never been good at talking..." He said, sighing as he leaned back at the door.
I knew he wanted to say something, but he had always had problems with talking in situations like this.
He grabbed his head, possibly having a headache.
"Why do you do this?" I asked.
Yes, I made contact.
Somehow, I let the pain in his eyes get into me.
Somehow I felt sorry for him, and I guess it's natural.
I always have been feeling sorry for him, always since the day I helped him from those bullies.
"After my mom died... I could never return home or to Carcer City... I felt anger towards all who kill for the fun of it...I...I don't know myself!"
He opened the door and walked out, closing after himself.
I just looked at the door, not sure what had happened.
I sat myself back at the chair, trying to not think about what had happened.
…
Tomorrow...
I'll talk to him tomorrow...