"What are you talking about?" He asked cautiously, glancing at Neokie, he noticed she was now gone. Senith noticed the reaction on Ryotuki's face through his helmet and shook his head. "Stop worrying about Neokie boy, she's just an object, true emotions aren't shown from her. She's a pretty good actress though isn't she?" Rytuki glared instantly, his eyes full of rage as his voice sounded cracky. "Leave her out of this!"
Senith clapped his hands. "But I must say, congratulations on holding your emotions in. It must be hard on someone lke you, finding out that someone you like or even love, actually was playing with you like an object." Instantly something in Ryotuki snapped as he charged straight on, grabbing the closest thing near him. A wooden pole. Before Ryotuki could move he felt the feel of cold steel against his neck. His eyes rolled to the side and widened as he saw Neokie holding the blade.
"P-Put the...Pole...Down...R-Ryotuki..." She said shakily as tears filled her eyes, blurring her vision. Ryotuki let his guard down for the moment, hesitating about whether to trust Neokie again. But that was all Senith needed to take advantage of him. Sentih jumped and hit Ryotuki in the back of the head, a devilish grin on his face. Ryotuki felt a sharp pain in his neck as he fell to the ground slowly, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. He could hear voices as Neokie caught him, she seemed to be shouting at Senith but Ryotuki was already unconcious.
Neokie held Ryotuki as Senith took a step forward. "Lock him up in a cell Neokie, we'll experiment later." Neokie clenched her fist. "No." "What was that?" Sentih asked, he turned towards Neokie and clenched his fist. Neokie fell backwards in pain, holding herself. "I said no!" She shouted, wincing as she struggled to get back up. Senith approached Neokie and kicked her, sending her into a wall. Neokie got back up, a lifeless expression on her face. Senith smiled. "Good puppet."
Fokoro came running as Neokie placed Ryotuki in the cell, anger painted on his face. "Traitor!" He shouted at Neokie as he swung his blade. Neokie parried with her arm, the expression on her face plain as day. Fokoro, noticed this and jumped back. "Fight it Neokie!" Sentih appeared behind Fokoro and knocked him out. Neokie showed no reaction as she fought with herself. I'Fokoro needs help now!
I'm too weak, I can't even control myself anymore...'/i
Tears fell from Neokie's face again as she wiped them away with her sleeve. She took Fokoro to the same cell as Ryotuki and restrained him as well.
Ryotuki awoke later on, his head aching terribly, he reached for the back of his head and felt himself restrained, cuffed behind his back. He looked down and noticed he was not in his costume, but in his regular clothes. Fokoro sat behind him, still unconcious. Ryotuki looked around and noticed they were both in a small cell, four sides, only one way out and no window. Great.
Ryotuki got on his knees, he crawled over to Fokoro and kicked him in the head. Fokoro immediately woke up and noticed Ryotuki while rubbing his head against the wall. "What the heck is wrong with you? I warn you about girls like Neokie and you immediately go and fall for one!" Ryotuki scooted away, looking at the ground. "Shut up...You encouraged it..." Fokro fell silent and looked away. "Emotions shouldn't be played with. Doesn't Neokie know that?"Ryotuki pondered, looking at the ceiling.
"Something's wrong kid. Something wasn't right with her face when I fought her."
"You attacked her!"
"...I thought you were dead."
"Right...Anyway this is all that stupid Senith's fault, he's making Neokie go against us against her will."
"This is her choice. She chose to let Senith control her or maybe..."
"Maybe what?"
"Maybe it's something bigger then that. Maybe we're playing with something older then the Moiniyoes, older then life itself."
"Maybe you're right."
Ryotuki sighed and closed his eyes, drifting back to sleep.