Dark took a step to the left. Krad took a step to the left.
Dark took one step backward. Krad took one forward.
"You can mimic, but can you dance?" Dark smirked.
He lunged forward, head on toward Krad whom just stood, a big fat grin plastered on his face.
Dark believed to have the upper-hand; He, too smiled, and brought out a beautiful dark feather between his fore and middle finger of his left hand.
As he chanted, a thought ran through his head; why isn't Krad even flinching, even moving?
His questions were answered as he felt the blow.
"You don't seem quite as fast Dark. What is it? Hm?" Krad cooed from behind. He sent Dark flying across the clean tiled floor.
"Shut up." Dark pulled himself up and shot an icy look at him, then winced at the pain throbbing in his right hand. "I'll clean the floor with you."
Krad floated forward a bit. "I believe I already did that with you." Another sinister grin crept upon his face. "Now I that I think about it, isn't there something else you'd like me to do with you? That's how you felt before."
"Shut your mouth you piece of shit!"
Enraged, Dark again charged. "Wiiiiiiiith!" Two dark wings extended from his back, lifting his figure into the air. He chanted rapidly. Faster. Faster.
Krad felt the need to play along. He brought out an equally wondrous feather, save it was blanch. Unlike Dark, he kept his eyes wide; sight locked onto his commendable figure, always chanting.
Dark was first to finish. The built up wind spanned around him, rings furthering apart each second waited, soon spanning around Krad. The air reformed into what felt like daggers.
When the convulsion had finally dwindled to a light breeze, Dark exhaled triumphantly.
"Daisuke, it's okay now. He probably fled. Haha, what a chicken." He meant a tone a humor, but to no avail. "Heh heh, yeah…that guy eh?" Daisuke didn't respond. "Daisuke…? Yo, man, you there?" still nothing. "Daisukeeeeeee! Where are you! Answer me!" suddenly the relief he quickly attained, had detained. "Oh crap, where the hell…why isn't…he answering me?"
"Maybe, I can tell you."
Dark didn't move. He stood frozen in place, listening attentively to the dapper croon from behind him.
"Didn't you see? I was chanting too. I guess you were to full of yourself to realize, to notice, all thinking you could just rid of me."
"You…you sound like the kid."
"I may, but that doesn't make him me."
"You're right. He's different from you. How could I ever think that of you two?"
Krad smiled luminously, pleased to hear this unexpected response coming from his significant other.
"You are both determined, both blinded, both…possessive."
Krad took several steps, until he was a breath away from Dark.
"You're both after me."
"Wrong Dark. He isn't after you at all, not truly." Krad said, slipping his hand around Dark's waist.
"I am though."
"You're both oddly confused in your own right…but he isn't like you. You're…a sadistic bastard." Dark sliced through the skin on the already smarted arm around his waist with a feather, veering around on heel and threw his fist recklessly into the direction of his antithesis. He hoped the hit would draw blood. He didn't look, he didn't want to. In doing so, he failed to see the smoldering simper Krad gave watching his aimless attempt.
"You...missed."
For the first time in a while, Dark had turned to look at Krad. He was tall, only a bit taller then he. He noticed the grazes and cuts on several places on his body. He thrashed him well, even if he did get away. But as his gaze fell upon the huge gash on Krad's cheek, something hit Dark inwardly. He, at least then, couldn't tell why he felt the way he did at that moment. Blood was spilling from the wound and he stood there as if nothing in the world was bothering him whatsoever.
He stood a little weary, but managed to smile back at him. "No, no actually I didn't."
Krad hadn't realized with throwing his fist, Dark had also thrown something else unknown to him. The blonde fiend stood in place, his own eyes a little disturbed. The repressed emotion on Dark's face, the expression that reflected his own in so many ways, himself, being the victim. What was going on?
A sharp, flying object came from behind and pierced through Krad's midsection. "You're so clever. Heh, I love that about you…Dark." Horror wrote itself on Dark's face as Krad released his hand from his stomach and watched as the blood drizzled down and soaked through his ripped classy garments. Krad choked a bit, but held steady.
Something tugged inside him, this time even stronger. There was a small thump as someone fell to knees, but it wasn't Krad. Dark pulled at his hair, his head, and gritted his teeth. Even Krad couldn't fathom this one.
The hard and confusing silence set down heavily on them. Krad stood strangely solemn, and in a moment, Dark lifted his head and looked into the eyes of a truly oppugnant force. Why don't you disappear? I try so hard, push myself to rid me of you…I try, I try…am I trying? Krad looked back, not showing any resistance in tearing his own glance from his other either. I'm designed only to eliminate you. How come it's taking me so long, so much, to complete something that seems so simple?
Dark's lips were the first to move. "You…why is it that I…can't destroy you?"
Krad didn't respond, hardly an expression masked his face.
Inefficacy etched Dark's brow. He spouted in whisper a few confused words and then simply, "Why…"
Several moments passed.
Time was at a stand still. Dark held his arms around his chest gripping his shoulders and he found it futile to allow his glance on Krad's figure to withdraw.
Time…
The awkward spell was cut short by the release of the metal doors that had closed them in and the tapping of several dozen feet coming their way.
Krad turned from Dark and spread his wings to retreat.
"Fate is our nemesis; it may not be the opposer one hates, but the unwritten societal code that keeps he from being the predator."
Like a hand released from one's throat, with Krad's departure he felt he could breathe again. Dark attempted the best he could to reform himself, in a split second grabbed the carved majestic and was on his way too.
Inside something was burning. He wanted to smother it with all his power.
Sometimes these things cannot be resolved without the understanding and justification of it's existence.
"Fate is our nemesis; it may not be the opposer one hates, but the unwritten societal code that keeps he from being the predator."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
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"Where…Where am I?"
" It's Sunday afternoon, 8:30 PM…Rather, was 8:30 PM. I'm not quite sure what time it exactly is now…"
Daisuke lifted his head painfully up off a soft material. He absently moved his hand over top of it and gripped it trying to justify what it was. When he looked, he found it to be a coat. It was too early for him to give into confusion just yet, and decided the best thing for a throbbing head was to better leave the unexplained, unexplained.
"Daisuke, you look pale." Two narrow, deep eyes filled Daisuke's view. He stumbled backward to get a more distant look at just what popped into his view.
"S-Satoshi-san!" He said bewildered.
"Um, yeah. You fell unconscious, so I laid you down there with my coat."
"Uh, t-thank you, very much." Now that he was all there, the confusion started to take hold of him.
"Where… W-where exactly are we? How did…."
Satoshi gestured for his silence and then said, "Take a look for yourself."
Daisuke gave him a flummoxed look and pivoted on his knees to have a view himself.
He looked right into a world so unknown to him. A castle was in full view of them, but it wasn't in what you would call a normal position; it floated in all it's large mass about, upside down. The sky was a strange shade of greenish-blue, whirlpools of strange patterns and colours diversified throughout the endless stretch. Daisuke only then realized the grass he was placed on was blue, the flowers in the fields ahead of him, green. Bird-like creatures flew through the sky, with bills like eagles and heads like cats. Wide powerful wings cut through the strong winds with great ease, and they called out in a singsong roar.
Satoshi stood behind Daisuke looking into the wonder himself, only, his expression did not include a dropped jaw and wide, bewildered red eyes. "Even I can't exactly fathom why we're here, to be honest with you." He said smoothly.
Daisuke backed up shaking about, and had backed right into Satoshi causing him to stumble to the ground.
He turned to Satoshi, whom was struggling to sit up, and gripped his over-shirt firmly.
"We have to go back...now."