Vexen slowly looked at the dead hunters. His eyes were filled with confusion and relief. For a second there he thought he was going to die. Now the question was. What happened to those two? He looked up and his eyes grew wide with shock.
The man standing before him wore the original hunter uniform. Black slacks with a short sleeved, skin tight hoodie that bore the emblem of each individual hunter. This one had a flaming rose dripping blood on it. In the man's hands was a beautiful pink and green scythe.
Slowly the man turned to him and offered his hand. He smiled down at Vexen and gently whispered, "I've come back." The blond took the man's hand and hoisted himself up. His eyes filled with tears as the sunlight revealed the man he loved so much. He hugged him tightly and cried into his chest.
"I love you so much," Vexen whispered, "So much Marluxia."
He smiled softly and petted the blond man, "And I love you too, but now isn't the time for a deep loving reunion."
He gently pulled away and revealed all the hunters pointing guns at them to Vexen. There were a lot of them, but the only one that he cared about was Xemnas. Unfortunately it seemed that Xemnas had run off with Zexion once again. He growled and withdrew his knives from his lab coat (why Vexen would always carry knives in his lab coat I'll never know).
"Don't worry Vexen. We'll be fine and we'll get him back," Marluxia said.
"You say that like you know," Vexen replied.
"Well I do know. We have reinforcements."
Vexen raised an eyebrow and looked around. That's when he noticed the group of Zexion's friends. All of them. Not just humans or vampires. All of them were there and ready to fight.
"Never thought I'd be fighting with a legendary hunter," Axel said, smirking at Marluxia.
"Life throws a lot of surprises doesn't it?" Marluxia said, returning the smirk.
"Alright, Alright enough of this sappy shit. Let's just get this over with," Luxord said.
"Eager much?" Roxas asked
"Of course he's eager," Xion said, cracking her fingers, "he's always been eager."
"Well then let's get this show on the road!" Sora shouted.
"Not you," Riku said, picking up Sora and carrying him back to his house. They all couldn't help but laugh at Sora's yelling as he was carried away.
"Alright. Let's get this party started!" Axel shouted. The hunters looked at them all and braced themselves for the worse. Although the hunters knew they outnumbered their small group, they also knew how dangerous they all were. Marluxia was a legendary hunter who had never lost a battle. Not one and he usually came out of battles unscathed. As for the rest of them; Vexen was a scientist and although he wasn't the strongest, he was the smartest and knew exactly what angle and velocity he should throw his knives to kill the enemy and the vampires were self explanatory. There was only one human child, but who knew what she could do.
Marluxia was the first to lunge into battle. His scythe ready to kill and his eyes burning with a fighting spirit that he hadn't had in years. Ever since he ran from the hunters he had nothing to fight for. There was nothing left, but now he knew what he had to fight for. His friends, family and the future. With each graceful swing he could feel his old self returning. The hunter that had such confidence and fought for what he thought was right. Now it felt right to be wearing his old uniform. The hunters didn't always target just vampires. They usually targeted those who were doing misdeeds and needed to be stopped, but as the years went by it seemed that that vision of punishing those who are evil turned into committing genocide on an entire race.
As he fought he could feel a sense of normality and redemption and it was because of the people fighting with him and who he was fighting against. He watched the others fight and he couldn't help but smile. It was a beautiful thing watching humans and vampires fight side by side. Protecting and helping each other. This is how it should've been. This is how it was going to be from now on.
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Seeing Marluxia was a relief to Xigbar even though they were on opposite sides at the moment. When the pink haired man had not contacted him in a few days he had thought he really did kill him, but he should've known better than that.
There was a reason why Marluxia was a legend amongst the hunters. He never died. No matter what battle he was in, no matter what the odds were, no matter what condition he was in, he always came out alive. Why is that? It was a simple answer to a simple question. Marluxia was one of the only known humans who had a mutation in their gene that gave them special abilities. For a while they had thought Zexion had it too, but that was proven false.
Marluxia had the gene though and he had the ability to regenerate and heal. That's why he never died. He'd heal and regenerate himself right before the enemies' eyes and defeat them before they got another chance to attack. Xigbar had only seen him do it once and it wasn't a very pretty sight. The look of agony on Marluxia's face still haunted his memories.
"Xigbar get your head of the clouds!" shouted a hunter. He shook his head and came back to reality. He really needed to stop being lost in his thoughts during battles. It's going to kill him one day.
Instead of springing into action like he usually did, he quietly backed into the shadows to watch the fight. He couldn't side with either of them right now. He couldn't be on one side without hurting someone he cared for on the other.
As he watched there was one question that kept bothering him and he couldn't satisfy it with any answer. What will he do if Luxord is about to be killed?