WARNING: This is a story made of ‚When our Eyes Meet' from Boys-on-Boysenberry. We have her agreement!
This is nearly the same story, with nearly the same sentences, but...hardly the same plot! So beware: this is the total opposite of When our eyes meet. That means when you hate our story, you will love her's, but if you like ours, then stay!
When Our Fists Meet
Tala's POV
When you walked into the room that day, it was Jannuary the 6th, uncomfortably by Boris's side, I felt like I was seeing you for the first time. We had met before. (unfortunately) Hell, we grew up together, (these torments)but I had never looked at you the way I do now. You were just a pretty little child the last time I saw you, (...) and now you had grown into a beautiful young man. Much to my dispair.
Ne, Not a man, you're still just a boy. (na,na,na,na,na!)Sure, you carry yourself like a man, (it would be weird if you'd been a girl) but your face is still that of a child. You still have the bright, innocent face of a child,(what a pity) no matter how old you feel inside.(I'm older) That's good for me, I can still beat you up.
Your crimson eyes study us with an arrogance that only the grandson of Voltaire could possibly possess,( and me) but I know you too well, Kai. (Yes, too well) I know you're confused, desperate to uncover the deepest secrets of your past. (I could tell you, but I don't!) I can see through you, because I know you better than anyone. Biovolt may think they know everything about you, but they know more compared to what I know. I understand you in a way that only your perfect inverse could. Did I just think that? Roam it.
When our eyes meet, I know you'll remember, and I know you'll know. (It's still graved into my mind) You'll know that what were once feelings of friendship and brotherly love have changed into something different, something much deeper. And I know those feelings will be like a voice screaming in your head. I know, because I feel it too. That obsessive feeling that borders on physical pain, throughout every inch of my body. You know of what I speak, don't you? Exactly, HATRED!
Boris has already informed me, that as team captain, it's my (mine!) job to keep you in line (note that good!) and make sure you learn your place. (See, I'm the superior of us!) You, the rebellious Hiwatari brat, the free spirit, the one that got away. I even have permission to kill you, (I'm so happy) should you get out of hand and start to pose a threat to us. But how could I do that? How could I destroy such a beautiful gift that has been given to me? Easy, a poison will do it too...
Finally, our eyes meet. Yours, the fiery red eyes of a phoenix, and mine, the cold blue eyes of a wolf. I am the inverse of you, and you are the inverse of me. We are complete opposites of each other, the way we were intended to be. (Thank God!) The sole reason we exist is to compliment each other, to balance the other out. Two halves of a much more powerful whole. Please don't take that serious, I don't know what I speak of! I sigh. Is it not ironic? I lost my mind only because you walk through the door. Better you walk out again. You know, insane people are capable of things you'd never imagine.
We have both been waiting a long time for this. (I can only agree.) What we have been searching for so long, has finally been found. It's amazing how the body can lead us,( the fists of all) even when the mind doesn't know what it is searching for.(Don't use plural) Somewhere, deep inside, we both knew. I know you understand the feelings that have been gnawing at the edges of your mind. I know this, because the moment I saw you, I understood them too. It's like they say...hatred on first sight...
TBC....
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