Disclaimer: Not mine.
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Keitaro looked on in fear as the man… no, the presence came up the stairs.
Keitaro did not know why he feared the man. After all, the man pretty much looked like a normal human… nothing threatening. In fact, with his faded jeans and t-shirt that had traces of the man's lunch on it, the man was normal, as normal could be. Yet, when Keitaro looked upon his person, he could almost feel something dark and twisted coiling about and rolling off the man, something deadly, ready to spring at a moment's notice. The man was smiling at nothing in particular, and the smile did reach his eyes, but when Keitaro looked into those brown orbs, an exactly replica and yet so fundamentally unlike his, that he shuddered. Those eyes… they were totally devoid of any recognizable emotions… all except one.
Malice.
And yet, when the man looked up and saw him, a twisted sort of kindness and recognition came into those eyes. Although he knew it was silly for him to be scared of a total stranger who had just came up the steps, Keitaro could not help himself shaking as pure, unadulterated fear coursed through him. The strangest… freakiest thing about the man was that he looked exactly like himself. The same hair, same build, features, movement… everything! The man was an exact clone of himself! The mysterious stranger's clothes, now that he had taken a closer look, were the exact same clothes that he had on. As the man stared at him, Keitaro could sense the stranger speeding up.
He turned back and ran towards the inn, fear choking him. He had wanted to get some groceries, but it seemed that his trip would be cancelled.
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Motoko's eyes snapped open.
A powerful force of darkness was near.
This was… something different, unlike the usual detestable aura of all men… no; this darkness was pure, so pure that it was powerful.
Near the darkness, Motoko could sense the vile presence of the male.
Motoko bolted out of her room.
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Keitaro had just stepped into the living room when his collar stopped him. He jerked, but managed to keep his footing.
"Why are you running… my dear Keitaro?" The voice was calm, soothing, yet it had an underlying tone of amusement in it.
Keitaro flinched. The touch was so disgusting, so cold, and so evil, that Keitaro wouldn't want to go near it with a ten-foot pole. Keitaro struggled, eager to get as far away from the man as he could.
"Scared… aren't you? My dear Keitaro, there is nothing to fear from me…" This time, the tone was fully sarcastic.
Keitaro continued struggling, but he turned his head back slowly, intending to size up the opponent. Instead, he froze the moment he looked into that sneering face, the only thing he could focus on were the eyes. Those eyes, those brown eyes, so cold, so dark. He could feel the malice swirling around it them, and for a moment he could again see the darkness around the man, before they vanished and he could feel them start inching closer towards him…
"STOP!"
Keitaro snapped out of his trance and saw a huge blast of ki traveling towards the man. Apparently, Motoko was around. Keitaro could have cried in relief. At least now there would be someone powerful to protect him. Right before the blast connected, Keitaro could see the surprise registering in the man's eyes. Oddly, for an instant he himself seemed to feel surprise at the ki blast, even though he had seen the ki blast coming. He felt no fear though. The blast connected and the man was flung backwards towards a wall, but he managed to right himself before impact and merely slid the remaining distance. Keitaro saw the man look over at Motoko before he shrugged her off, obviously marking her off his list of threats.
The man refocused on Keitaro.
"Join me… Keitaro Urashima."
It was barely a whisper, but the man might as well have screamed into his ear. He had no idea why that was so.
"Who are you? Join what? What do you need me for? Explain!"
The man smiled at him, but it looked so unnatural that Keitaro couldn't bear to look at it. He turned away.
"Why, I am y…" The man was interrupted as another ki blast flew in his direction. This time, the man was able to see it coming, and he merely stood there as the blast connected and dissipated right in front of him. Motoko gaped at the man, while the other tenants came into the room, having heard the loud noise caused by the ki blasts. If there had only been one, then everyone could assume that Keitaro was in the air, but there were two, hence something must be up.
The man turned towards Motoko.
"I tire of your antics. Leave us, or stay silent, before my patience completely runs out. GO!"
The last part was yelled out, and everyone collectively flinched. Motoko however, recovered soon enough and was positively outraged.
"WHAT? YOU BARGE INTO MY HOME AND TELL ME TO LEAVE? WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?"
The man smirked at her, before saying.
"Keitaro Urashima, of course. And in case you have forgotten, I'm the landlord of this dormitory! I have no plans of evicting you, since that was not my original purpose, but I can, and will, if you don't shut up or scram."
A collective "WHAT?" rang out, before the girls stared at both Keitaro and the mysterious man.
"Today, I have only come for one purpose."
The man turned towards Keitaro.
"Judging by your reaction, I can tell that you don't know your true identity. Very well."
The man fell silent and looked down. After a tense moment, the man put on his unnatural smile addressed Keitaro.
"Look, I don't know how to say this… but you are a part of me… the true Keitaro Urashima!"
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Finished!
Everyone listening to the man gasped. The man merely smirked at Keitaro, whose jaw reached the floor, before continuing.
"Don't you find it weird how you never seem to have any negative emotions? You cannot feel anger, hatred, sadness and even neutrality! Lets put emotions as a spectrum of colors with only black and white, complete with shades of grey. When we were split, you were the white portion. I however, have inherited the shades of grey and black."