Sparks of every color erupted when the knights made contact. The force from the impact blew them all back, but not for long as the Disaster Knights charged forward once more, forcing the Leafes' to dodge. Surprisingly, Mannen, Hamjime, and Shin had dashed into the fight without a moment's hesitation. Something you wouldn't normally expect from children ranging from five years old to ten.
"Now this is what I've been waiting for!" Miraku called out, launched a blast of dark ice. Mannen dodged the ice shards, a scowl set firmly on his face. He gathered his power into his hands and threw it forward where it split and became a blizzard of cold snow. Miraku flipped out of harm's way. "What's wrong Mannen?" Miraku mocked. "Forget how to aim?"
Mannen clenched his teeth. "Do you ever shut up?" He cried, hurling another storm of ice shards. Miraku hardly dodged that time, but he still did and that didn't make Mannen happy. The ice still shot forward and froze the windows and walls that Miraku had just been in front of.
"Still trying to play hero are we? You'll never beat us. We were created to be stronger than you!"
Mannen's eyes narrowed dangerously. "You?" He sneered, attacking again. "You're nothing but a copy!"
"Aww, Mannen, that hurts." Miraku mocked, holding a hand to his chest as he flew out of range.
Mannen's eyes narrowed again. "Now if only the pain could knock you out!" He snapped. Miraku did nothing but laughed amused.
"Such a temper." He mimicked Mannen's earlier attacks and hurtled his own ice blizzard. He watched with unhappy eyes as Mannen dodged easily. Too easily. He had no patience for this!
"What's the matter Hayate? Too worried about your little girlfriend to fight? I'm not even getting a half-ass job from you! Such a let down from all that I've seen you do." Huraku tantalized.
Hayate summoned a gust of wind in his hands and heaved it forward. The wind changed shape to form a dragon, but Huraku merely turned sideways and watched as it flew by, only a few centimeters in front of his nose.
"Didn't know, I had a stalker following me everywhere!" Hayate barked, flying at him again, another orb of wind blowing between his hands. Huraku smirked and created his own blast of wind.
They rushed forward, their arms outstretched in front of them. When their attacks met, they were blown back, and an explosion resulted from it. They were blasted backwards, tumbling through the empty air. Huraku wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. Somehow, he had managed to cut his lip open. He looked up and Hayate had the same injury. How had that happened? He thought to himself. He shrugged mentally. No use in worrying about it.
He laughed again. "If this is the best you can do Hayate, then you'll never rescue your precious Himeno. Though, I don't even know if she wants to be rescued by the likes of you!"
Hayate let out a battle cry and flew forward, his fist pulled back. When he was close enough he slammed it into his cheek. "Shut the hell up!" He roared.
Huraku moved his jaw, trying to get the feeling back into it. He chuckled. "Seems I've hit a soft spot. Huh, Hayate?" Hayate ignored him as he summoned his wind dragon once more. This guy was getting on his nerves, pushing his patience and that was pissing him off. He watched Huraku's movements as he dove to the left, but Hayate was ready for it. Just as the first dragon began to disappear, he created another one and shot it towards Huraku again.
Not suspecting the immediate attack, Huraku was caught unaware and cried out in agony as the dragon wrapped it's windy body around him and squeezed until he couldn't breathe. He struggled until he got one hand free and sent his own dark dragon at it. The attacks canceled each other out. As soon as he was free, he launched himself at Hayate, jaw clenched, eyes narrowed.
"You'll pay for that!" He cried, throwing blast after blast of wind at him in a blind rage. No one was ever able to capture him, and this bastard just had! He'd regret it, that was for sure!
To avoid them, Hayate flew in and out of the metal support beams that braced the ceiling, hoping that the metal rods would block the attacks. He had no time for this idiot! He had to get to Himeno! He was going to take him out, no matter the consequence.
Sasame fell back, his hands covering his ears as a screeching sound rattled his bones. His cloak billowed back behind him.
The Diaster Knight, Suraku sneered at him as sound waves flew forth from the palms of his hands. "Come on Sasame? Don't you like my song? It's really great to dance to."
Sasame's eyes narrowed. "Yes, being tossed around and thrown into walls is quite the entertainment."
Suraku smirked in agreement. "It is fun, isn't it? And aren't you becoming quite the smart mouth." He concentrated until the sound waves he had been creating turned into blades. He grabbed two of them in his hands and flew forward, the others he had made surrounding him.
Sasame lowered his hands, half convinced that he had finally lost the feeling in his ears and gone completely deaf, but when he heard the sharp sound of someone, or something cutting through the air, that thought was immediately dismissed.
Saraku was coming at him, razor sharp blades in his hands, numerous identical to them surrounding him. There was no way he'd be able to dodge them all, unless... He flew up and did what looked like a back flip to stop a few feet behind Suraku.
Unfazed, Suraku merely stopped in mid hair and with his thoughts, sent his surrounding scythes towards the unsuspecting Knight. Sasame cried out in pain as the sharp edges of the weapons tore through his clothing and slashed his skin. A cut on his right arm was particularly deep and he clutched it, willing the pain to stop.
"What the hell is this?" Suraku cried out, holding his own right arm, blood seeping through his sleeve. His gaze was cold and hard on Sasame.. "What did you do?" He almost screamed, rushing forward and throwing his weapons at him.
"I did nothing. I'm just concentrating on trying to keep myself alive." Sasame said as he bent his back backwards, and barley dodged Suraku's attack. What was this? The limbo?
"Well stop trying and just give up!" Suraku countered, calling back his blades after they embedded themselves in the support beams Sasame flew in front of. Without notice, they began to collapse around them.
Sasame said nothing, staring at Suraku with calm eyes. "I regret having to tell you this, but that is highly unlikely." And with that, he thrust his arms forward and shot his own damage inflicting sound waves at him.
"Stop looking at me like that!" Suraku roared, swerving to the right to avoid Sasame's attacks. He hated to admit it, but he had underestimated him and that kind of mistake might have just cost him his life.
Sasame watched him with the same calm look. "I don't want to kill you, but if you persist on attacking me and my comrades like this, I won't hesitate."
"Go to hell!" Suraku answered.
Sasame shrugged. "Suit yourself." And, the battle continued.
Go cursed under his breath when he had to swerve yet again to avoid Garu's fire attacks. Becasue of the heat, beads of sweat began to run down his forehead, causing his eyes to burn, but he dared not blink; just incase he missed something. Anything that could give him the upper hand and to prevent his opponent from getting an advantage.
"Well, well, the brainless idiot does have some sort of talent. If smarts wasn't it, I guess that leaves at least some speed. Right Go?" Garu called, throwing another globe of burning fire.
Go cursed mentally as he hardly had enough time to avoid that one. "Right. And sarcasm is your only strong point, because winning battles isn't one of them!" He shouted, and finally found an opportunity to shower Garu with his own fire blasts.
Garu chuckled, and practically danced out of the way, just to piss Go off. "Battle...maybe, but certainly not the war!" And he flew forward yet again, hands pulled back as fire began to gather around them. He threw it forward and created multiple balls of fire. Go flew up and behind Garu where he kicked him in the back so hard that Garu was sent tumbling into the weakening support beams where they collapsed on top of him, pinning him to the ground.
Normally, Go wouldn't attack an opponent while their back was turned, but for Himeno and the others he would make an exception. Concentrating, he gathered all of the fire he could stand and sent it forward in a column that burned anything that got too close.
Teleporting at the last minute, Garu was able to escape the assault and come out of it unscathed. "Tsk, tsk. That wasn't a very honorable thing to do. Do you always attack your enemy when their back is turned?" Garu scolded.
"No." Go answered quickly. He gave Garu a bitter smile. "Just you. You see, I'm in kind of a hurry to...kick...your...ass!" He dove forward, fire burning hot around his fists ready to beat the crap out of his opponent. But Garu had other plans.
He met Go halfway, using his bare hands to catch Go's burning fists. He wouldn't use his shield, that was a coward's way out. He clenched his teeth against the burning pain that was inflicted onto his hands. Even with the leather gloves over his fingers, it still burnt like hell. He could feel the burns form on his palms, but he bore his pain with a smirking smile.
"Is that all you have Hot Head? 'Cause it ain't gettin' you anywhere." His smirk widened. How the hell did he put up such a charade? Go knew it was burning him, he just knew it. And yet, there the guy was, still playing around with him. But all thoughts of Garu's attitude were dismissed when the flesh of his own hands began to smart.
He pushed away and the pain in his hands began to fade gradually. What the hell happened? It was his fire, why was it causing him harm? It just didn't make any sense. He looked up to see Garu just, standing there, his arms crossed, a smile glued to his face. Go's eyes narrowed. He'd wipe that damn smirk off his face!
The light burned his eyes, even though they were closed. Damn, he never knew it felt like this to be hit by a bunch of light! Kei shook his head, trying to clear his vision before Kiru attacked again.
Kiru laughed, as he shot beam after beam of dark light at Kei, burning him, blinding him. Boy, how much fun was this? A whole bunch that was how much. "What's wrong Kei? Is the light too much for your sensitive eyes?" Kiru badgered in a baby tone.
"No. Far from it." Kei said calmly as he transported behind Kiru and blasted him with his own light attack. The unsuspecting knight was sent flying into the closest wall. He didn't move for a few moments, waiting for the sparks of lightening that pounded through his system, to fade away.
With some difficulty, he pushed himself off of the wall and back up into the air. How he loved flying fights, it made it more interesting. "Very good. You can actually aim!" He yelled, throwing a blast of light at Kei.
To dodge, Kei disappeared, and reappeared three feet to the left. Just enough to avoid him. "It's your own fault. If you hadn't been boasting so damn much, you would have been able to avoid that attack. So I guess I owe you my gratitude, don't I?"
"You're just full of yourself. Aren't you?" Kiru called, launching another light attack. Kei flew back, watching as the light began to fade in front of him. He didn't stop his retreat backwards until the beam had dissipated into nothing.
"No one else, is as good as I am." Kei said. Before Kiru could attack again, Kei created a sharp spiral of lightening. Without a moment's hesitation he shot it out at it's target; Kiru's chest.
Anticipating the move, Kiru flew up and out of harm's way. He smirked. "Too slow."
"Was it?" He watched as the light made a large curve like a boomerang and shot towards Kiru's back. Nervous with the confidence Kei had, Kiru turned around to see the beam heading straight towards him. He tried leaping out of the way, but it still managed to tear through his side.
Kiru cried out in pain and crashed to the ground. Refusing to remain down during his battle, he pushed himself up onto his hands and knees. Then his knees. Then to his feet where he was finally able to get back into the air. "You bastard!" He shouted.
Kei's face remained emotionless until a searing pain tore through his side. Looking down at it, he covered it with his right hand and pulled it back quickly. His palm was dowsed in blood. "What the hell?" He mumbled. He looked up and his eyes widened. Kiru was flying at him, his fists glowing with collected light. Light that was going to be thrown at him. Struggling, he dodged to the left. Just what had happened? He hadn't even been touched. Why was he bleeding? It just didn't make any sense!
Himeno, Kao, and Galaxia watched the fight through the ice. Galaxia smiled, happy with what she was seeing. Everything was going as planned. Exactly how she had wanted it. The Disaster Knights would take the Leafes' out, and Himeno was on her side. Yes, it was all going good.
Kao however, thought differently. He had wanted to help his mother get her revenge. Her revenge is what he had been raised with. Raised to hate just as she did, but those were his friends, the people he considered his brothers. And seeing them in pain and in someway, that hurt him. Even the Leafes' had somehow, become slightly important to him. Sure they had never completely trusted him, but they had trusted him, a little and that meant something. A very small something, but still something. He didn't know where he belonged now. He was an outcast. And if his mother ever discovered his doubts... He shuddered at what she might do.
Himeno felt no emotion, felt no pain, no love, no kindness. The only thing that fill her, was hate. Hate for the Leafe Knights. But why? Why did she hate them? Oh yes, they had left her alone. They never needed her, they needed her powers. And that was why she would kill them.
Himeno watched the fight. She smiled when she saw the Disaster Knights strike the others down. Even when the younger ones were in pain, she was happy about it. It was amusing, to see Shin, Hajime and Mannen battle like this. She had never seen them like this before and it made butterflies flutter in her stomach. She liked the destruction that was being inflicted. Her smile widened as she watched the building fall apart around them.
But it's wrong! They're your friends! Friends? She had no friends. That's a lie! They care for you! Why are you hurting them? Because, they left me alone! All alone. No, they didn't. It was an illusion, fake. They love you! They want you back! How do you know? Because they're fighting for you, to get you back! But I don't want them back. I want them dead!
She turned to her queen. "Majesty? May I finish them off?" She requested. Her blood red eyes burned with the desire to kill. The desire to inflict pain on them. Galaxia like that.
"Are you sure that, that is what you want?" Himeno nodded. "Then you may do as you wish. You're only order is to make sure that my Knights remain unharmed. Is that understood?" Himeno nodded again. "You are dismissed."
Kao watched as Himeno vanished without a shimmer in the air nor a sound. It pained him slightly to see her so dead to the world so full of hate. He paused. What had caused this sudden change in him? Was it the Leafe K? Himeno? Her family? His thoughts turned to Mawata, and how she had befriended him so soon. He had hated them a few minutes ago. He was sure of it. Why? Why did he feel loyal to the other side, but to this one as well.
Because, you belong with them. Whoa. Where did that come from? And most importantly, who? You know who I am. An image of his father flashed through his mind. That's right. I'm your father. You know this is wrong. Your people, or getting hurt for no obvious reason. But, who was his people? And why was he having a conversation with his father, his dead father in his mind? All of them are your people. This is wrong. You must stop your mother. Stop his mother? He could not! This is what she wanted and he refused to get in her way. It's not what she wants, nor what I want, or you. No one does. But, why was it happening then? What does that matter? Just do something about it! Well, now Kao knew where his attitude came from. Was he really this annoying? Kao, as your dead father, I order you to stop this! Save your mother from herself. Save her from herself? How?
Nothing. Not a single word. Great, he was going insane. And what was worse, he was actually going to do something about it. Damn, he made a bad evil prince. Why did he have to change? It was much easier being bad. Now he'd have seven, maybe even fourteen very pissed of Knights after his ass. Without a word to his mother he teleported from the room and into the battle. He had no clue what to do. This is not a job only one person can do. It's a job for many. That's it? That's the only clue he would get? Well that was fair!
- Dark Knight False Light -
I am so, so, so, so SORRY for taking so long. I went to California for the past month, and I would have written the chapter there, but I'd already started it at home, and I couldn't remember where I'd left off. So, I worked really hard to finish it! I even re-watched all of Pretear to remember how they all fought. Such as attacks and stuff. That and to remember how they acted. Hope this chapter was alright and not too confusing. Forgive any typos and thanks for your reviews! I'm glad you keep reading and like it if you do!