Segment 2: Life Repeats itself

The sound of footsteps sounded though the near abandoned road. Heavily echoing off the near by buildings, it caused the figure to look around with his deep fire red hues. I'm going to be late... The boy thought as he ran. It only happens when Dark decides to do his 'late night' jobs that no one has any clue about... He shook his head, sighing deeply to himself.

The sight of the school's front gates caught the boy's attention, jolting him out of his thoughts. The faint glimmer of iron bars shimmered in the morning sun.
Once the spiky red haired boy reached the gate, he was greeted by his old friend.
"Daisuke! Your late... And why is that?" A brown haired boy, about the age of the fire red haired one, approached him, his deep brown hues on his friend. His brown hair stuck up in a series of spikes, not like the red haired boy's, but in its own design. Though, some of the dark brown spikes hung just above his right hue. The brown haired boy wore the school uniform, but his had a band wrap around near his shoulder blade. The male school uniform consisted of a white shirt with black lines along the collar, and black pants, supported by a belt.
"Sorry, Takeshi... I couldn't sleep last night... And well... I couldn't wake up this morning." The red haired boy forced a smile, placing one of his hands on the back of his skull for a moment.
"Your a terrible liar... What are you hiding from me? I have been your friend forever, Daisuke..." The brown haired boy replied, walking over to him, and placing his arm around the neck his old friend and beginning to drag him off.
"Takeshi..." The boy waved his arms in an up and down fashion, trying to regain balance. Once he was remotely balanced, he placed his hands on the brown haired boy's arms and tried to pull it from around his neck. "Takeshi... I... Can't... Breathe..." His effort to remove the arm was in vain. The grip was like a death hold.
The sound of the school bell ringing shattered the silence, as the boy with brown hair sighed. "The stupid school bell... Oh well... Meet you in class Daisuke!" With that, he released his grip, running toward the doors to the school.
With a deep sigh, the fire red haired boy closed his hues for a moment, then ran after his friend into the school building.

"Daisuke?"
The sound of his name caused those deep fire red hues to find the speaker. The voice was familiar, and that of an older person. His teacher walked up to him, canting her head to the side slightly.
"Daisuke, can I ask a favor of you?"
The fire red haired boy sighed deeply to himself, as he shifted his form to face the female.
"I would like you to take Satoshi's homework to his house, if its not too much trouble that is." She tilted her head to the right, awaiting a response from the boy.
"Yeah, I'll bring it to him..." The boy forced a smile and took the papers from his teacher's loose grip on them. Allowing his hand to return to his side, he walked out the door of the class room.
"Hey Daisuke! Where are you going?" The red haired boy could hear the shout, as he walked down the hall. It came from his loud mouthed friend, Takeshi.
"He has to take stuff to Satoshi's, remember Takeshi?" A blonde haired boy, Masahiro, responded. He was also Daisuke's friend, having relatively short hair that hung down. "Now, get back to work!"
"Darnit Daisuke... You get out of this one... But you will pay for it later... Bwahahahahaha..."
"Takeshi, shut up and start cleaning!"

At least I got out of there... The red haired boy sighed, as he walked down the side walk to Satoshi's house. Takeshi probably would have made me take his job for cleaning like he always does... I'll pay for it tomorrow though... The boy shrugged and shook his head to himself. Now, if I remember correctly, Satoshi's place should be around here somewhere... His deep fire red hues scanned the area, till they caught sight of the apartment complex that Satoshi lived in. It was odd when he didn't show up for school, considering he was always the first one there.
Coming to the floor that he thought Satoshi's place was on, he searched for a door that had no name plate. Closing his hues for a moment, some random thoughts running though his head. Upon reopening them, his hues beheld the sight of a boy, about his age, but with light blue hair that hung down and in front of his face, shading his ice blue hues. No glasses rested upon his features though. The boy wore just a normal T-shirt that loosely clung to his thin form and a pair of baggy pants. If Daisuke was fire, then Satoshi was ice, two opposites. A small smile tugged at the corners of the red haired boy's mouth, as he looked to his friend.
"Hey Satoshi, not feeling well I suppose?"
"Hm? Not really... Just didn't feel like going in today..." The blue haired boy's voice was mid-low, with little to no emotion. His ice cold hues continued to look out to the street. "Thus, I am assuming that you have come to bring my homework to me..."
Daisuke nodded his head weakly. "Yeah, the teacher asked me too... Its not that I mind or anything..."
"I see." Satoshi replied bluntly, slowly turning to walk to his living place. "Please come in Daisuke... And ignore the mess... Haven't gotten around to cleaning it with all the stuff that revolves around Dark and Krad, you know?"
"Uhm, sure..." Daisuke gave a fake laugh, following after the blue haired boy. Need to be careful... He might try to capture me, I mean Dark... Can't let my guard down... He thought as he walked though the door, his red hues taking in the sight of Satoshi's rather messy apartment. I think its messier then the last time when I came here with Takeshi...
Satoshi stood behind him and closed the door, then walking over to a chair and sitting down. "Not much use using locks, so just have a seat where ever you can find a chair."
Why do I always fall for these things... What do I get myself into sometimes? He looked to the blue haired boy, searching for a chair to sit on. Upon finding one, he sat down, placing the homework on the table that rested next to him. "Well, that was fun and all, Satoshi, but I better get home... Mom would start to get worried if I don't come home soon..." At that point, the red haired boy felt a sudden surge of pain from his arm. Those fire red hues of his darting to Satoshi. "Satoshi, let me go... You are hurting me! Let me go!" He tired to pull away, though the blue haired boy's grip only tightened from this gesture. Daisuke noticed that his head was hung low, and he was laughing lightly.
"So easily swayed you are, Daisuke..." Slowly, the blue haired boy raised his head, though the once ice blue hues were now a haunting yellow, the only emotion that showed, was hate. He grinned slightly, as his hair began to grow out, the light blue becoming taken over by a deep yellow. Once the transformation was complete, he tightened his grip on the red haired boy's arm, slanting his hues slightly. "Ah, Daisuke, we should meet like this more often... I hardly see you."
"Let go of me Krad!" The boy yelled, trying to pull away, though to no avail. He stood up quickly, trying to break the light's grip. Damn, its no use... He has got me pretty good... Why does it always happen to me? He sighed to himself, though keeping full attention on the angel of white.
"Hm, no use is it Daisuke? And to think, I could end it all so easily..." The grin on his face never seemed to fade, as he pulled the red haired boy into him. "If you were gone, then this body would be mine..."
"Yeah, I'm sure... Like Satoshi would let you run around in his body, if he hates you so much?"
"He wouldn't have a choice... Though, if you weren't around, I would have never come to be, so I can thank you for that much."
"What the hell are you talking about? I have nothing to do with you and Satoshi."
"You have much more then you think... If only you weren't so ignorant... But, oh well, it ends now."
"Its not over yet..." He took a step back and closed his fire red hues for a moment. The once messy, spiky hair became long in front, and short in back, though it all fell flat. Thus, the once red hair became stained in a deep purple, as a smile played across his features. Slowly, the eyes reopened, to show that they were now as purple as his hair. Taking his other hand and placing it on the light's wrist that held his arm. "So Krad... Trying to destroy what is mine again? Well, can't allow that now, can we?" He tightened his grip, thus forcing the light to release his.
"Dark, back again? Didn't get enough pain the last time, hm?"
"Of course not... There is never enough pain when your around."
"Well, gomen nasai to hear that... I'll try harder this time."
"Whatever..." The darkness rolled it's eyes slightly, shaking his head.

"So... This is the infamous 'Other Side' hmm?" The creature asked, deep blood red pools scanning the darkness that surrounded it.

"Raji..."

Upon hearing it's name, the creature's ear twiched, as it turned it's body to face the speaker, it bowed slighly. "Sykira... I believe we have made it to the fabled 'Other Side'..."

"Good... Its about time... Only took over 1,000 years... Because the portal had been sealed... Damn them..." The boy slanted his deep velvet purple hues, some of his long red hair falling into his face.

"But I guess as all things, seals tend to wear off... Just gotta wait for the right time..."

"1,000 years is a long time to wait for a spell to weaken... I still can't believe they sealed the enterance though a painting..." The boy shook his head to himself, the sound of feathers running against each other sounded though the room. "I believe it is time to get revenge... Wouldn't you say, Raji?"

"I have waited for nothing more over these past years..." A large smirk crossed the creature's muzzle, revealing some of her razor sharp teeth.

In the corner of their ears, the demons could hear the faint sounds of footsteps coming closer to them.

"How nice of them to send a welcoming party... Ahwell... Guess we had better get back into gear..." The boy looked to the enterance of the room, as the guards came into view.

"Whatever you want, Sykira... A little work out won't hurt..." Slowly, the female raised her clawed hand into the air, as a staff of gold appeared in her hand. "Whenever you are ready..."

"Who are you?" The guard leader asked, though to late. A sharp pain dug into his stomach, as he begain to cough up blood.

"We are your worst enemies..." The boy responed, pulling his hand out of the guard's stomach, allowing the guard to fall to the ground. Slowly, the blood red hues of the boy looked to his heand, and he grinned to himself. Slowly shaking his clawed hand as blood drops came off of it. "Raji! Ready... Set... Go!"