Kite rolled over and stared at absolutely nothing in particular. He shook his head quickly to wake himself up a bit more before standing up and looking around. At first, Kite couldn't remember where he was or what he was even doing. But soon, it all came flooding back to him. Hart, Dextra, the Barians...everything.
"Well, I suppose I should go with the others. They're probably waiting for me." Kite stretched and flashed away. When Durbe noticed the brief increase of light, he turned around. Though it was impossible to tell with him in his Barian Form, Durbe was smirking. Mizael and Vector appeared moments later. They, too, were smirking invisibly.
"That was a most impressive performance yesterday, Kite," Mizael mused, staring directly at the other blond in the room. Vector nodded in agreement. Kite shrugged.
"Simple demonstration." Kite turned away and stared at noting again. They didn't know it, but he would do that a lot more often because something was constantly gnawing at his heart. It distracted him.
Vector raised an eyebrow. "Kite? Yo, Kite? There a problem or something?" He snapped his fingers in the Tenjo's face.
"Huh?" He turned and stared into the violet abyss of eyes that were now in front of him. Vector waved his hand in Kite's face to make sure he was paying attention. He got his answer when he felt nails being dug into his wrist. Quick to withdrawal it, Vector asked his question again.
"I said, is there a problem or something?" Vector rubbed his wrist, blood drenching his hand as he did. God, their new lackie here was very strong. That was good...but only to a certain point.
"No...just thinking about something that isn't important," Kite lied. The same thing that was bugging him minutes ago was at it again, but now, it wasn't just toying with his heart, it was bending it into different shapes and forms. His soul was being torn in half at the exact same time.
Maybe his body was being forced to battle and his mind was only 1/8 the same, but what was left was being told that something was wrong. And he knew exactly what it was, too.
The fact he'd just about killed Dextra and had hurt Hart was too much to actually be fully controlled. His being sad was the only thing actually keeping a small part of Kite the same way it had been.
Mizael crossed his arms and glanced at Durbe. "When are we going to strike?! I'm getting really impatient here!" he wined. Durbe simply chuckled.
"Whenever Kite thinks we should. He'll be leading us in this, after all." Turning to Kite, Durbe awaited his answer.
Kite rolled over and stared at absolutely nothing in particular. He shook his head quickly to wake himself up a bit more before standing up and looking around. At first, Kite couldn't remember where he was or what he was even doing. But soon, it all came flooding back to him. Hart, Dextra, the Barians...everything.
"Well, I suppose I should go with the others. They're probably waiting for me." Kite stretched and flashed away. When Durbe noticed the brief increase of light, he turned around. Though it was impossible to tell with him in his Barian Form, Durbe was smirking. Mizael and Vector appeared moments later. They, too, were smirking invisibly.
"That was a most impressive performance yesterday, Kite," Mizael mused, staring directly at the other blond in the room. Vector nodded in agreement. Kite shrugged.
"Simple demonstration." Kite turned away and stared at noting again. They didn't know it, but he would do that a lot more often because something was constantly gnawing at his heart. It distracted him.
Vector raised an eyebrow. "Kite? Yo, Kite? There a problem or something?" He snapped his fingers in the Tenjo's face.
"Huh?" He turned and stared into the violet abyss of eyes that were now in front of him. Vector waved his hand in Kite's face to make sure he was paying attention. He got his answer when he felt nails being dug into his wrist. Quick to withdrawal it, Vector asked his question again.
"I said, is there a problem or something?" Vector rubbed his wrist, blood drenching his hand as he did. God, their new lackie here was very strong. That was good...but only to a certain point.
"No...just thinking about something that isn't important," Kite lied. The same thing that was bugging him minutes ago was at it again, but now, it wasn't just toying with his heart, it was bending it into different shapes and forms. His soul was being torn in half at the exact same time.
Maybe his body was being forced to battle and his mind was only 1/8 the same, but what was left was being told that something was wrong. And he knew exactly what it was, too.
The fact he'd just about killed Dextra and had hurt Hart was too much to actually be fully controlled. His being sad was the only thing actually keeping a small part of Kite the same way it had been.
Mizael crossed his arms and glanced at Durbe. "When are we going to strike?! I'm getting really impatient here!" he wined. Durbe simply chuckled.
"Whenever Kite thinks we should. He'll be leading us in this, after all." Turning to Kite, Durbe awaited his answer.
Part of Kite was telling him that he shouldn't do this. But another part, the larger, possessed part, was telling him to strike and strike now. With a smirk, he allowed the answer to fly from his mouth. The only good part left in Kite wasn't even struggling as he spoke.
"Let's do it tonight. And we can start by targeting some if the strongest people to make sure they are out of the way when we really start."
"Fine by me," was all Durbe said before flashing away to prepare for the night's later events.
Meanwhile...
Hart was still asleep when Dextra woke up. She decided that, even though they should be focusing a little more, it couldn't hurt to have a little fun, right?
Right. And fun was just what was needed to cheer Hart up. Dextra could tell the loss of his brother's good side was hard on the kid. The only thing she could do was try to cheer him up with some fun.
"Hey Hart..." Dextra gently swept her tail over Hart's face. He sniffled, but didn't wake up. After a few more tries, he sneezed and jolted up, staring at Dextra intently.
"What is it? I'm really tired." Hart rubbed his eye and put his knees to his chest. Dextra smirked.
"Well...I was just thinking that you're probably hungry."
"Uhhh...yeah, I guess I'm hungry. Why? Do you have something in mind we can eat?"
"If by that you mean I have an idea of what I can eat, then you're correct."
In a single motion, Dextra had Hart pinned to the ground. The blue-haired boy screamed, not only in shock, but in fear as well.
"Dextra! What are you doing? Get off me!" Hart attempted to push Dextra off. His arm still hurt from having a strip of flesh ripped off it by Kite, which made it hard to do.
"Oh c'mon, kid. I'm just playing around! Just like last time." The purple ears flew down into a playful fashion as she began to tickle Hart with her tail.
For a while, nothing happened. But when Dextra's tail got down to his stomach, Hart burst out laughing. He gripped Dextra by the shoulders and chocked on his laughter. When she stopped, both of them toppled into the grass and chuckled.
"Okay, that was fun. You know how to have fun Dextra...I just wish that half the time, I actually understood your sense of humor." Hart looked over and smiled at his friend. Like the situation with Kite, he now no longer wished to flee from Dextra. He understood her a bit more, and it was enough to not be afraid of her. Just because she was a half-breed werewolf didn't mean a thing. She was still friendly, after all, just in a different fashion then Hart was used to.
They stared at the sky. Thick, smoky-gray clouds were forming. Nothing unusual. Just a regular thunderstorm approaching.
BANG! Hart normally wouldn't have been freaked out by the clap of sudden thunder. But it wasn't the thunder that had scared the blue-haired boy and the purple-haired woman out of their wits in the moment.
No, it had been the lightning.
"Dextra, is lightning supposed to be red?"
"No. It isn't."
Joke this was not, for the lightning that flashed upon the morning sky was blood red. Hart and Dextra jumped up and screeched, backing into each other before hitting a tree and scurrying up it. Tears gushed from Hart's eyes as he saw the Barians appear.
That wasn't what set him into an upset quarrel with himself, though. The fact Kite was with them did. He bared his fangs and his eyes turned to blood-red as he stared around.
"Perfect!" Durbe exclaimed, looking around. Mizael and Vector were also looking around. Kite first blasted an energy shot at the tree Dextra and Hart were hiding in. The leaves seared off and fell to the ground in a pile of dark ash.
"Oh crap," Hart muttered.
"We're screwed," Dextra said. Kite smirked. He wasn't happy on the inside, though.
"Well, well, well. Looks like we have our first targets," Kite mused. He raised his hand, powering another energy shot to fire at the two in the tree. Hart jumped in front of Dextra in attempt to protect her, while the Barians in the background turned to their human forms and smirked.
"Kite, don't do this," Hart said, tears in the corner of his eyes. Kite snickered and shook his head.
"Too late Hart," was all Kite said before prepairing to fire once again.
And all this time, inside Kite, his heart was being twisted more, while his soul was being ripped farther than he ever thought it could.