"Balance is everything.
Dark to light.
Night to day.
Man to woman.
Life to death.
Balance cannot be avoided."
"No!" came a scream from the living room. Takamaru jumped in front of the blast. He could feel its heat overwhelm him as he was thrown through the wall and into the kitchen. He could taste blood in his mouth, he could feel it sliding down his torso. With every fiber of his being he stood up. Before him was the one man that no one ever messed with. His father, Lord Voldemort. Voldemort chuckled softly lifting his wand up and pointing it at Takamaru. A loud shrill echoed throughout the house as Takamaru screamed out in the pain of a thousand daggers penetrating his body one after another.
"Taka..." the words came out slowly...strained. Taka's whole upper body started to sag as his knees attempted to hold him straight upwards. He could feel the pain settling in. It was overwhelming. His eyes were showing nothing but agony and sorrow as he looked to the love of his life. As he sat there staring into Jade D'Amore's eyes. He could see the tears in her eyes and she could see the ones in his own.
Another scream filled the air as Voldemort's wand let off another round of agony and torture upon his son. Jade pulled her wand out and pointed it at Voldemort; another blast fired from Voldemort's wand, this time at her. Takamaru let out a scream as he forced himself to fly through the air. The blast intercepted with his body halting him in the air. Time was seemingly non-existent. Everything about him hurt as he took the blast. He hit the ground, time had resumed.
Jade looked at the love of her life lying beneath her on the floor. He looked as though he were dead, the fact that he was still breathing was something that astounded not only her but Voldemort as well. She fell to her knees as she placed her hands on his side. He trembled at her touch, she could feel the fear in him; the pain. She looked up at Voldemort who was simply standing there, his arm slightly bent as his wand was held loosely in his finger tips facing the couple.
"You two were born to be great," came his slithers in the form of words, "Since the days you were born you were destined to uphold the legacy of the Riddle bloodline. Who are you to go against that?" he flicked his wand lazily and Jade was thrown back into the wall. Unlike how Taka had previously hit one, this wall wasn't scratched as she slammed into it. She felt her head ricochet off it; she felt the blood running down her neck.
It was at that moment she had figured out that even though she had loved Takamaru, they couldn't be together. Since they were children their marriage had been arranged, but not in the way they had wanted to live, in the way that Voldemort had wanted them to live. Her only chances at a life the way she wanted it was if she was out of this picture, if she ran away and never came back. She knew that Takamaru would fight, fight to the death. That was always what he did; fight.
Voldemort's eyes flashed under his hood and his wand let out another surge of light directed right at Jade though the light never made it. Takamaru had pushed himself up causing the light, yet again, to collide with his body. He was lifted from the ground and thrown no more than a foot above Jade's own head through the wall. There were cracks that echoed throughout the room, though they didn't just belong to the wall. Takamaru's body slowly was giving way as he took one beating after another. Jade let out a slight sob before standing up and just running from the house. Running from everything she had, everything she had worked hard to establish. She expected to be thrown from the ground and into death by any magical spell that Voldemort could conjure, but it never came. She just kept running until she could run no more.
Taka watched as his life ran away from him. He let out a long cry as the person he was giving his last breath for ran from him, not even trying to help him. Sorrow overcame him as he lay there beaten and broken. Bloody covered the ground beneath him as the cuts and other various wounds expelled the blood that was within him.
"You are weak." came Voldemort's last reply. Takamaru let out the loudest scream he could manage as pure hatred lifted him from the ground as he pulled Jade's wand from the ground and shouted "AVADA KEDAVRA!" The light collided with Voldemort causing a small "o" to be heard as the body went flying back. Takamaru started crying as he fell down to the ground hoping to never wake up again.
Takamaru sat in his room staring at the bottle of firewhiskey in his hand. The despair at the memory was clearly evident upon his face. He remembered the torture he had endured so as to keep her from feeling any pain, yet, she just forsook him like that. She now wanted nothing to do with him, and he would never know why. She wanted Angel O'Conner, but Takamaru had killed that bastard a year ago. He would no longer play a role in the situation.
Now, she was with child. Well, she had been with child, the child was out now. The child was lying in its crib breathing its hearts content. He snorted at the thought of there being a spawn of O'Conner, but there was. It disgusted him. He stood up and threw the bottle of Firewhiskey across the room and it collided with the very wall he had once been forced through by his fathers magic.
Everything he had ever done he had done for her, everything. He had only wanted her to be happy, even when they had first reunited as friends their first year of Hogwarts and he found that she was dating his half brother, Calix Greyback. He let out a small sigh. They had broke up, but by that time Takamaru had gotten into some trouble and had to leave the school for a while. Luckily for him, his father had been able to make all the trouble go away. Of course, with Voldemort, everything cost something. But when Taka returned he found that the girl he was sworn to, the girl that his father had arranged him marrying, had started to fall in love with Takamaru's worst enemy; Angel O'Conner.
Takamaru was enraged, and would barely talk to her after that. How they ended up after school was because of Voldemort, but what Voldemort didn't know was that the whole time this marriage was being arranged, Jade was seeing Angel on the side. Taka's fist flew forward breaking into the wall. As he pulled his hand back out, it was covered in a white dust...the blood started removing it like water removing dirt. Taka felt so stupid, that the whole time Voldemort had been saying, "Since the days you were born you were destined to uphold the legacy of the Riddle bloodline. Who are you to go against that?" he had been talking to Jade..not Takamaru.
Voldemort had found out that Jade had been seeing Angel on the side, the whole time Taka had thought that Voldemort was trying to punish him for not becoming a Death Eater. No, he couldn't have been more wrong.
Taka's forehead lay against the wall as he slowly breathed in the musky air of his dark home. The air was heavy, almost as though it were mixed with other things. He felt the vibration on the wall as soon as he heard the noise of a knock against his door. His eyes rolled back in his head as to clear the tears that had started to well up. He moved fluently to the door, his wand was easily accessible. He opened the door as someone knocked once again.
As soon as the door was fully open Taka's eyes widened. Before him stood Alexandria Marks; she was covered in blood and her skin was paler than the moon. Her eyes looked dead into Takamaru's, if he hadn't none better he would have thought her to be one of the Inferi. She slumped forward into his arms, and he pulled her back into the living room. He placed her on the couch, and pulled his wand out slowly moving over the wounds she had attained.
"Jade..." came Alexandria's soft voice before she slipped away into the darkness of her conscience.