Disclaimer: If I owned this, do you truly think I'd be writing FAN fiction?
Title: Know Why The Nightingale Sings
(Chapter)Title: Masquerade
Author: Summing up the Stars
Genre: Drama
(Chapter) Genre: General
Rating: T - M
Pairing: None
Authors Notes: Inspired by Albel Nox, from Star Ocean: Till the End of Time. XD
"Dark Ace? What are you doing here?!" Snipe demanded, looking at the black haired man, who had just walked into the clearing radiating dangerous grace.
Aerrow mentally twitched, and wondered how Piper had talked him into this; he was uncomfortable, even with the shielding crystal altering his appearance.
'Alright, Aerrow, time to put those acting skills to use.' He thought to himself as he forced his now ruby eyes to freeze over, purposely flickering them towards the purple haired man with an air of contempt. "I was sent to pick up the package. Hand it over."
Ravess looked taken aback before narrowing her eyes as Snipe sputtered indignantly.
"Why?!" She hissed angrily.
"Master Cyclonis is obviously sick of your poor performance." Aerrow plastered a darkly amused look onto his borrowed face.
"Why you…! You can't just.." Snipe started, making an advancing movement towards the dark man.
Ravess pulled her brother back just as a double-bladed long sword, glowing an eerie red, appeared; pointed at his throat.
Aerrow thank his lucky stars they were able to 'shield' one of his daggers, even though he was vaguely annoyed that he had to equip the Firebolt crystal he had won from the real Dark Ace months ago to it.
'Dark Ace' narrowed his eyes at the two Cyclonians before him, Crimson glow reflecting in his eyes, creating an almost demonic effect. "Keep your distance. Your stupidities contagious."
Ravess and Snipe swallowed thickly.
"Fools." He snorted, deactivating the Firebolt energy and sheathing his blade.
"Last warning." he said holding out his hand for the package Ravess quickly gave up.
With one last glare, 'Dark Ace' walked out of the clearing.
Once out of site, Aerrow shook his head, deactivating the shielding crystal on him and his possessions', moving quickly, keeping out of site, as he saw the real Dark Ace's Switchblade Elite in the distance heading towards the area he had just vacated.
"I can't believe that worked." The Sky Knight muttered to himself taking off on his Skimmer well away from the Cyclonian camp. As he closed in on the Condor, an amused smile crossed his face, his emerald eyes positively dancing, as a faint scream of rage reached him from the terra far behind him.
End