Back in the horrendous pink room, the Englishman and Dark Kiku danced together again, a wonderful waltz consisting of clashing blades, swift footwork and dissonant, serene bloodthirsty smiles. Parrying, lunging, blocking, this was the dance they were most familiar with, the steps practiced, movements deadly.
Forgetting about the embarrassing clothing he had on, Arthur concentrated only in the thrill of it all, the grace in their actions, adrenaline and excitement coursing through is veins.
Swinging his katana with practiced ease, Dark Kiku parried Arthur's blows, losing himself in the intricate steps of the dance.
Both were on the alert for any misstep, any blow that missed its mark, any lunges that swung higher, or lower than it should have.
One missed move was all it would take, and they had identical grins of anticipation at the notion.
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"The beauty of this all, isn't this beautiful? My dear Troll-chan" Otakiku asked Trollapan while sipping on his tea. The duo were sitting in a corner of the room drinking Japanese Green Tea, complete with a mini coffee table and small chairs for them to sit on.
"Trolololol~" Trollapan chuckled while watching at the fight-off. Step by step, swing by swing, his eyes followed every movement, tracing everything down. "Yes my dear Otaku-san," he continued, "look at those swift movements! It is truly a sight to behold~! However..." Trollapan put down his cup of tea, stood up and offered his hand to Otakiku. "I think we would be much happier together alone, somewhere else?"
Grinning like a fangirl, Otakiku put down his tea and stood up as well. "Of course Troll-chan!" He reached out for Trollapan's hand and planted a kiss on it.
And with that, there was a flash in the corner of the room, for the two had teleported elsewhere to enjoy their private time, together.
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Arthur could barely note the flash of bright light in his peripheral vision as he parried Dark Kiku's blow, grunting slightly from the impact. He could feel his blood boil, his muscles tense for the next blow, his eyes darting around the room to search for extra weapons to defeat his surprisingly strong opponent.
Dark Kiku dashed around him, trying to attack from the back. Before Arthur could think further about where the other Kikus had gone, the cold steel cut right through his back; sinews tearing, flesh breaking, blood leaking.
A pained gasp leaked through gritted teeth as Arthur fell to the ground, feeling the agony spread through his lungs. It was not a mere shallow wound, like the ones that decorated his arms, legs and face. Dark Kiku had gotten one up on him.
He breathed shallowly, struggling to stand up. He could not fall now. Not now. He had to defend himself. Darkness crept on the edge of his vision, spreading almost as rapidly as the fire burning through his back.
The last thing he saw before passing out was the smirking face of Dark Kiku, feeling the wrenching disappointment of losing to the enemy.
Black Kiku looked at Arthur with his smirk, kneeling down to see if he has really passed out, he grinned in glory. He knew that he has finally taken down his precious captain. It has been awhile since such great happiness filled him.
"I did it.. I did it..!" he slowly repeated. He took up Arthur's body and brought him out of the horribly pinkish room that is somehow finally disturbing him. Slowly stepping out of the room, he realised that his two other selves has disappeared. Wondering where they went, he walked into the hallway, towards somewhere else.
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