We shouldn't fight. It's not right... We're brothers, yet, we have to fight. It's how we solve our problems, right?
Swords clash through the air, as I fight you, my older brother. You were always better then I was, and I started training everyday since, to make myself better for you, to prepare for this moment. I wanted you to come to me, and fight me with everything you had... It's like a drug, the way our swords clash, each echo, bringing back a shattered memory that I've lost. You feel it too, don't you; you know the reason why we are here... Why we are both chosen ones, part of the same soul. It is that reason that I have come here to fight you. You, are evil, I am good. You are dark, I am light. I want you, back in me, like before. I refused before, because I was scared. I didn't know what to do...
Have you thought about it? Have you thought about me? About what I want? Somewhere in the middle, is where we will connect. I am a part of you, as you are a part of me. I guess that's true, after all, I can't help that I always dream of you every night...
Another blade clashes. I've thought about it, and I realize that even though you are not beside me now, I still feel a connection with you, a very deep connection, that goes back a long way. I've often wondered if there was any truth, to the fact that I could have a brother. How was I not to? All these years I've spent, wondering if you were real at all... What was I to do, but hope that one day, we would meet, and hope that we would get to know each other.
But you, you didn't get to know me... You found me and you' strike me, so hard, with the blade you had in your hand. It still hurts, the pain that I remember very clearly. I wanted so badly, to apologize for coming onto you like that. What was I thinking anyways, right? Why did I do that, why did I suddenly kiss you... Many thoughts came into my head...
Blades clash again. I feel weird, like I want to do more to you now, after all, with everyone watching us, memorizing our movements, can we still have just one moment together?.. I want you, and I think you know it too. You just can't say it. You talk with your sword. Your sword is crying out, like I used to. I was once lost, and alone. I used to be scared, and alone, or so I thought...
After you came here, to meet me just once, I started to think that maybe you are not as bad as everyone says. Do you still hate me? Do you want to kiss me? Once more like before? Do you want to take me, just like you thought of me, as you slept, how I was a victim, to your every desire? Was it when you finally kissed me, wasting no time in removing my clothes. Was I the victim then, or were you? I was asleep, but you still suffered inside. You left marks all over me, marks of passion that are still with me this day. Shall I show them to you now, as we fight? Shall I make you remember that I still love you? Even after all you've done to me. I still need you...
One more strike I cause to you, making you fall to the ground. One more way to take the pain. I did not wish it so, were it my way, I would have cast down my sword, just to be with you, my brother. I still love you, I still care, and I hope that you can find peace, as I help you up. It's not an easy thing to say, after all the pain it took to get here, after all the many times you had hit me, and cursed at me, claiming that you had no brother. I still love you, my brother, and I hope that you love me too, as I take you, and kiss you one more time, leaving my mark on your lips.
May you find peace now, my brother?