Kyo found himself climbing to the roof once more, the early morning's dew leaving the surface slick, making his way across the shingles troublesome. Still, he managed to pick across and rested his back on the roof, hands folded behind his head as he turned his face upwards to the sky, crimson eyes following the wisps of clouds that drifted above. He could sit here for hours, just watching the day pass by as the sun rose and fell with such an array of colors… a pastime that had been denied him in his imprisonment.

Thinking of that reminded him of his situation. His wounds were healed- well, enough to go off on his own again. But what would he do then? There wasn't anywhere he could go, no place to call home… It wasn't an option to stay here, either. If someone decided to track him down, he didn't want to involve anyone else. Especially them.

What the hell am I thinking? I don't care what happens to them… That's right… It was far to late to consider other… normal people's feelings. If something did happen… it was their fault for taking him in- it was their fault for being so naïve.

As he tried to console himself with such thoughts, his gaze trailed down from the sky to the street below, barely focused as he absently watched the cars heading down the road.

It was then that he saw him.

Him.

His eyes widened, his face contorted in hate and rage he hadn't felt since his first taste of imprisonment. Breath quickening, he pushed himself up from the roof to stand on his feet, hands shaking as the fury coursed through his body.

It was him.

All of this was because of him.

He dropped to the ground, dashing away as soon as he hit the ground. His heart spiraled out of control, his crimson eyes smoldering with emotion, which had been pent up for far too long. They had built up during those painful hours of his solitude, his hatred mounting with each passing day… And now, they were close to a breaking point.

"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!"

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Yuki walked down the sidewalk, pulling his coat tight around him in an effort to block out the chilly winds. For all outward appearances, he looked to be a normal teenager taking a stroll down the road- well, a somewhat normal teenager… his feminine face made him stick out a bit, and on some occasions caused him to be mistaken for a girl at first glance. But that was beside the point in this case. He was out on a mission- one he had gotten straight from the Master, which was rare for most people. But all that did for him was increase the pressure, the expectations…

He had to finish it, quickly and quietly without error.

He eyed the surrounding houses and yards as he went along, keeping a close eye out in case his target happened to pass him by. He had only seen him once, and had only that one memory and a few rough descriptions to recognize him.

But luck found him this day- his target had found him first.

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Kyo closed in, aiming to leap at his opponent. However, his move was foiled by an inhumanly quick dodge, and he broke his fall with a roll, whipping around to face his enemy.

"You saved me a lot of time… Kyo, is it? I'm sure you don't care, but for the sake of courtesy, let me introduce myself." A cold smile managed to spread across the boy's incredibly feminine face, his head ducking in a mock bow as he introduced himself.

"My name is Yuki."

Kyo gritted his teeth, hands clenched into fists.

"I know who you are…" He growled, making an effort not to shout.

"You're the bastard that ruined my life." Not bothering to allow Yuki a response, he sunk to the ground, foot lashing out against Yuki's legs. Or, they would have, if he hadn't sprung into the air a split second beforehand. He landed softly behind Kyo, who rocked back into a reverse roll and pushed himself up with his hands, aiming to smash his feet into his opponent. Yuki didn't anticipate his strange maneuver, but managed to dodge the brunt of it, Kyo clipping his shoulder. Gripping the bruise that had already formed, Yuki slipped a hand into his shirt, at the same time feigning a punch at Kyo's face.

His move was dodged without too much effort, but that was his plan. Suddenly, his hand flew from his coat, and Kyo glimpsed a flash of metal, although it was too late to move.

His eyes snapped wide in shock as he heard a dull thump, glancing down to see the hilt of a knife protruding from his stomach. Blood immediately began soaking through his shirt, pain overriding his initial astonishment.

Yuki gave him a rather haughty glare. Perhaps the last blow had been a bit underhanded… At least the fight had finished quickly enough. Yuki didn't enjoy prolonging the fate of his victims, which did give way to the question of why he even pursued such a career.

Kyo's breath was ragged as he strove to remain standing, his arm tight against his wound as he yanked out the blade. He was getting rusty… Something like this would never have gotten him before. His hand white as he clenched the dagger, he staggered forwards toward his opponent, eyes blazing with wild hatred and fury.

"You… I'll kill you…" He hissed, teeth clenched.

Yuki stared at him, having expected him to collapse. He looked rather close to it- it seemed as though the only thing keeping him conscious was his unbridled emotion- towards him, surprisingly enough. What could he have done? This was his first time even meeting him, which he had first surmised to be the last as well.

He leaped back as Kyo swung in an unsteady arc, gritting his teeth as the blade sliced through the fabric in his shirt, a hair's breadth from his skin. It was hard to believe that he was moving so fast, especially with a fatal wound.

"Why are you so determined?" Yuki snapped, ducking under another swing, "You'll only die faster by moving with an injury like that."

His words had no effect, his attempt at reasoning with his crazed enemy falling on deaf ears.

"Just stop and di-" His words were cut off as pain shot through his shoulder, a soft gasp escaping his lips as surprise crossed his face. Dropping to his knees, his hand flew to his left shoulder, where his fingers found the unmistakable hilt of the dagger.

His wide, astonished eyes made their way up to the intimidating figure standing above him.

"M…m…" Yuki struggled to speak, his lips forming around a single word.

The figure before him was the same as before- and yet, opposite at the same time. Instead of the fiery hatred that had billowed from him before, his face appeared calm- almost blank, except from the cold fury in his coal black eyes. Black…

"Die." Kyo hissed, raising his fist as a sadistic grin spread across his face. Yuki, pain and shock paralyzing his body, could do nothing to avoid the blow.

Monster.