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Reminder- A/N: The names of the new Demolition Boys are the originals' spelt backwards. Example: Tala vs. Alat. Hehehe. Ingenious I say!


-Why?-

21 – You're Mine

By Euphrosyne


"Their blades are all trashed, there's no way for them to stand up against those cheating bastard," yelled Ian to his friends, pointing towards the face stealers.

Experience had paid off; the Lee Clan slaughtered Biovolt's monsters.

It was not enough.

"Xiang, let it rip!"

Nai was surprised; the girl had anticipated their repudiate defeat. "That blade is not yours, and you're not destined to use it-!"

…But I am destined to be with its master…

"You will lose!"

'…Use Black Dranzer…'

'…Greed, Kai. It senses my cravings. It will feed off my hunger. I am not the one to weld its destructive powers…'

Brushing the boy's hand off her shoulder, Rye tilted her face to the side for a response. For once, his silence was not enough.

Indecisive thought.

'We'll be watching.'

In an indirect and arrogant little way, Kai had his way of expressing himself. There was a pause before she smiled. He gave a bold nod.

'-I was going to win either way.'

The girl never saw the smile the blue-haired boy gave. The stadium was calling for her.

"Xiang, attack with silk light!" A translucent mantle of leaves paved the broken stadium before engulfing the dark blades. There was silence. Children in the stands hid behind their parents, Rye's bleeding counterparts prayed for sanction.

A sonic flare, a dynamic explosion. All waited for the dust to clear.

'…Dream as if you'll live forever, live as if you'll die…'

It had been their last game as the Lee Clan team, just two years ago. The phrase brought tears to her eyes. Death…Tai would be alright.

She forced her eyes to stay open.

Everything was still, and Rye hated it. Pushing herself to her feet, she felt her knees tear against the gravel.

It spun; continued spinning, never giving up.

"And the Lee Clan has taken the battle! The retired World Champs! Security, arrest those-"

Massive cheering; Rye grabbed her head at the agonizing noise, hoping to blink the pain away. Liquid dripped from the corner of her mouth as the heiress struggled for vision. She was trapped in a portal of mass movement.

The exit; more ligaments tore.

Clarity.

He gasped for air.


A little more on the poetic side. Not many chapters left. Please read and review.