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Lower Plane
Yoshi examined the newly obtained piece in his hand; it was a jewelled chess piece, the black knight to be exact. There was only one of its kind. Reaching into the drawer next to him he took out another knight, this time a white one and a manic grin stretched across his face. These two pieces would get him closer to his goal; to defeat the leader of the Lower Plane, Reborn.
In the Lower Plane, life was like a game. Scattered in the plane were several jewelled chess pieces, with a black and white counter part. Each piece was unique, and when the two were bought together the user could gain strange powers. With the two Knights, Yoshi could now teleport to wherever he liked, except the other Planes since that would break the Law.
The Damned fought for the pieces, daily massacres happened just to obtain them. Not that anyone really died, short of going to the Mortal plane, the Damned did not die. What Yoshi was truly after was the King, or more specifically; the white king. The black king was already in his possession, sealed off in a place only he knew of. But the white king was elusive, according to rumour it hadn't been seen for about four centuries.
The kings were needed because you couldn't kill, really kill, the current leader without it.
Yoshi closed his eyes, resting his head against the chair, the two Jacks clenched in his hand. Wondering where the white king was, perhaps it was buried underground among the debris that collected up over time. He then jolted, blinking his eyes open.
'What was that?'
The strangest feeling of exhilaration had entered him for a moment, and an image that brushed past so fast that he had a hard time capturing it. Had he just seen a gold sky? He frowned, that couldn't be right. The Lower Plane had a permanent grey sky, dull and nothing in it.
Upper Plane
Tsuna stood at the edge of a cliff getting ready to try his hand (or wings in this case) at flying again. Normally he wouldn't be at a cliff at all, trying to launch off the ground but he'd decided that maybe he needed more height starting off to gain leverage on his wings. So here he was standing on the rocky outcrop, gazing at the wide expanse of land before him all the way to end of the sky island.
This was one of the reasons he needed to learn how to fly, how else would he travel? So he took a deep breath, trying to calm the fear in him, this was something natural; all the Winged knew how to fly.
Taking one last breath to prepare himself, he ran forward and threw himself off the cliff, spreading his wings as wide as they could go.
The wind pushed his long bangs back in a wild disarray, he could feel it ruffling his feathers as he pushed down with his wings in powerful strokes. Just like how everyone else had done it, just like that time he'd watched Yamamoto flying care freely through the air with his large deep sea blue wings contrasting the golden sky.
And for a moment, perhaps longer, he felt it; that brilliant exhilarating feeling that rushed through his body and left him breathless in wonder, the feeling of flying. It was addicting.
But then it all went wrong, the feeling turned quickly to fear as the feeling of free falling took over, he flapped his wings as hard as he could but to no avail. He was falling and fast. It was still considerably slower than if he had no wings, but he knew the impact with the trees below was going to hurt.
He crashed head first into the tree, getting knocked out as he hit his temple on a branch and the rest of his body followed, deep scrapes formed as the branches bit into his body. He crashed to the ground in a heap of bloody wings and clothes. And lay still.
Mortal Plane
Natsu was cornered, huge black snarling two-headed dogs with reptilian skin and canines the size of the lion cub surrounded him and his companion.
He had gone out in search of food. He didn't usually hunt as most things out there were larger and more vicious than him, the smaller creatures were usually friendlier and he did not wish to harm them. He had headed toward some of the abandoned warehouses at harbour side; hoping to catch a rodent or a bird, at least they were animals.
Upon arriving he had heard a desperate cry and had found himself bounding toward it. Behind one of the rust crusted buildings were the pack of dogs, snarling and jeering in their native tongue at something trapped between them. When one had shifted away enough, Natsu caught a glimpse of the trapped prey and had felt his jaw drop.
It was a creature with the same form as his other although this one had some odd clothes on. (Clothes were a luxury the more dominant creatures liked to wear but most didn't bother with such constricting things). The fur on his head -hair, his mind murmured- was a bright red that almost glowed in the midday sun and his eyes were a deep wine red with compass-like pupils. The creature also had a whip-like tail and long leathery ears reminiscent of the animals that usually dwelled in the roof of caves.
He had a strange burgundy red flame on his forehead and hands which he was using for fighting. Flames in the Mortal plane were rare but happened from time to time, it was one of the reasons that Natsu kept hidden. He didn't want to be taken and sold to another.
The red head was using a strange power with the flames, strange orbs that looked like they could crush with the force of gravity but they were no match for the dogs. Because although the Damned had powers that could give them an advantage in battle the Mortals had immense strength and physical prowess.
He was losing badly and with a loud cry he had fallen to a heavy swipe of claws. Natsu had then jumped in, unthinkingly. He didn't like pain nor did he like to see others in pain and when he saw the red head he felt some strange connection to him. And here he was, cornered against a rusted wall; the red head behind him was still conscious and holding his bleeding head.
Dodging a set of claws headed for him he took a deep breath and ROARED. The pressure instantly turning the dogs to stone. This was an odd power he knew nothing of, it didn't help with hunting though, and left him exhausted afterwards. Yet as he did so, the strangest feeling of exhilaration overcame him and a flash of gold and trees crossed his vision for the briefest of moments and then dissipated.
Shaking his head in confusion he stood on wobbly paws as he turned to the other creature who was staring at him in awe. The red flames on his hands were gone but the barest flicker remained on his forehead.
The creature reached out and Natsu flinched back.
"It's ok, I won't hurt you."
Natsu blinked, nobody had ever reached out without some intent of harm. But he was too tired to start running and so found himself in the warm arms of the other. Tentative fingers gently brushed his mane as the other murmured, still in awe, "sky flame".
"What's that?"
The other jerked in surprise. "Y-you can talk?!"
Natsu blinked, "yeah, those dogs were talking to you too."
"No! I mean, you can talk in my language; the language if the Damned! I couldn't understand what those dogs were saying!"
"Eh?!" And then the lion cub realised; his tongue twisted around the other language like it was natural but he'd never heard it in his life.
Just what was going on?
A/N Oh, Enma's here~! Next chapter will have Giotto and maybe Reborn. Altogether it's probably very confusing but just so you know; there's no such thing as good and evil, the Planes are just seperate. And nobody is actually human.
Also my first time using line breaks... I hope it works.
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