The crowd had been hushed for the oncoming event. It was during the world wide Fencing Competition, and everyone seemed nervous. Everyone except one person that is.
"Okay Dilan, you're up next. Just please do as good as last time." the young coach said. The man called Dilan just gave him a blank look. He was taking a small break from his research about darkness for this, and he didn't want his coach to ruin this.
"I hardly consider these people competition. I doubt that I would have to put too much of a strain on my abilities." he said boredly, and the coach gave him a slightly agitated look.
"Ya' know Dilan, it's bad to get cocky before a major competition. You could get too wrapped up and end up failing entirely." Dilan's coach tried to sound serious, but his voice portrayed agitation. Dilan never really thought much of the other competitors. To him, they were insignificant. The coach sighed in defeat knowing that Dilan wouldn't listen to reason. "Just go do your best."
"Hn." Dilan grunted in response, and soon, he could hear his name being called.
Dilan stood up on the platform awaiting the signal from the judges. He held three swords in each of his hands. It was an old technique that he was taught by his grandfather. It was a six sword technique that his family specialized in. There was a nod from the judges table, and soon the music started up. Dilan's body was quick to respond as his body moved like water to the beats of the music. Nothing in the world could penetrate the walls he had put up. It was like this every time. Once the music started, the walls came up, and no one could ever tell what the male was thinking.
His long black braids shook with his body, and several times Dilan came close to shaving off part of his large side burns. The song's pace started to slow as it came to a finish, and Dilan's flawless moves also ceased.
The crowd erupted into cheers and whistles, and the judges began to announce the winners, but Dilan didn't pay attention. He was already on his way to collect his things and leave. He already knew that he won, and just sticking around to hear what he already knew was pointless. Besides, he was better than all of this.
Dilan carefully made his way through the dark streets of the city towards his apartment, when he felt the odd feeling of someone following him. He stopped in the middle of the deserted sidewalk and gripped one of his swords. A slight breeze tickled the back of his neck, and his body suddenly went cold. Dilan quickly turned around to see a strange flying creature staring at him with these bright yellow eyes. It reminded him of the small creatures he had been studying with his colleagues. Suddenly, darkness consumed Dilan leaving him unconscious.
Dilan woke up with his back against a brick wall. He was in the alley way by the place where he had collapsed. Two people in dark cloaks stood before him, and Dilan let an agitated huff escape him. Suddenly, one of them spoke.
"Number III, the Whirlwind Lancer." he said in a monotone voice that strangely made Dilan feel uneasy.
"Hey Xemnas, who is this guy anyways? He looks like Dilan…ya know…the guy from Radiant Garden?" the second man asked in a questioning tone. He had an air of cockiness about him. The other man sighed and continued on with what he was saying earlier.
"Number II, Xaldin...the Whirlwind Lancer. Welcome to the organization."