I kill you on the floor.
The soft pitter-patter of rain was disrupted by a loud clang as weapons clashed. Hot breath disrupted the flow of the cold air with its heat, and angry eyes scared away the transparent surface of the falling water, turning them sapphire blue and emerald green.
I sit here all alone.
Black leather crackled as the forms split apart, each holding their weapons with gloved hands. They held their weapons at the ready, one clutching keys, the other clutching chakrams, staring their opponent down through the liquid that dripped off the hoods pulled up over their faces and into their eyes.
And try to find the words that I can't say.
They both rushed forward, each going at the same pace as their leather clad twin. As they neared each other, the one with chakrams twisted on the tips of his toes and sliced outward in a semicircle, just barely missing his counterpart. Threads of leather untangled, being nicked by the sharp prongs of an unfamiliar weapon, and the figure clad in it lashed out, catching the man with the edge of a bright white key, the edges gleaming blue and sunshine gold.
We waste them thirty days.
There was a hiss of steam as the one who wielded sharp discs of red and silver summoned sparks, flames cascading up from underneath the balls of his feet and cascading out in a wave, turning the puddles created by the rain into clouds of steam. The one with keys stepped back, surprised by partner's maneuver and spun on his heel, running towards a large skyscraper only a few meters away. He gained enough speed so that, as he ran, he was able to run up the vertical incline of the structure. When he lost enough speed, he leaped, back flipping over the one who wielded fire. He crossed his weapons in front of them and threw them, the keys launching from his hands like arrows from bows, spinning wildly as they flew in a straight path toward the one below.
We'll both be going our separate ways.
The fire-wielder hissed as the ebony key, enhanced with silver and dark purple, made contact with his wrist and back flipped to avoid it's sister blade. In doing so, he lost concentration of his creation of fire and the tsunami disappeared, steam rising up from the naked surface, charred black. As he stared at the keys embedded in the spot where he formerly stood, they disappeared in a minute flash, appearing back in the hands of the key-wielder, who now stood several stories above him. The face beneath the fire-wielders hood shifted, the corner of the thin upper lip rising in a noticeable smirk. He twirled his wheels of flame and threw them, arcs of fire weaving out of the rain like the tails of comets, steam exploding from them as the rain rushed to get away, only to meet their sealed fate.
Now there's nothing we can fall back on.
Surprised, the key-wielder shifted, whipping the ebony key forward to strike the first disc of flame. The second flew in it's shadow, the edge of one of it's sharp prongs catching the figure's face, scratching it from the twin tendrils of sandy blonde hair to just above the left corner of his lip. A flicker of fire skipped across it, turning the injured flesh strawberry red. The battle paused as the white key disappeared and it's former hand reached up to skim across it, a soft hiss escaping his perfect lips. His sapphire yes darkened aggressively and on impulse, he threw his hand back, summoning the white key back to his hand and whipped them straight at his foe, the weapons reaching an almost unimaginable speed.
I know I'm not that selfish
But I can't, I can't help this.
Both keys ripped past him, tearing the leather fabric that clad his shoulders, a heavy crimson line quickly forming on the fine skin that stretched over the fire-wielders shoulders. The tears that the weapons had made as they whizzed past him has been sufficient enough to tear off the sleeves of his long black cloak, but the leather was stubborn, hanging on by several sections of strong thread. He smirked, and in a husky, almost charred voice, still young but breathing of things kept alive by flame "It's just like you, to react like that whenever I hurt you."
Nobody knows what I've done (What I've done)
What doesn't kill us makes us (Makes us die).
The other boy frowned and flew straight at him, weapons coming alive from nothingness in his hands. He dove straight forward, landing on the ground in a roll and leaped to his feet, slashing upwards with the key he held in his left hand. Unfortunately, a chakram was there to block it and the boy was thrown off, giving his fiery foe the opportunity to strike him across the stomach again. The leather shredded in a straight slash from one side to the other, the creamy muscles beneath clenching as blood leeched out from a forming cut on the skin where the blades of the weapon had dug in deep. The key-wielder hissed, stepping back as he was now on the defense, and the fire-wielder was on the attack, slashing away with everything he had.
And there's a place that I know (I don't know)
What doesn't kill us makes us (Makes us die).
Metal ricocheted against metal as their weapons clashed together, over and over again, for several minutes, neither one landing a blow, somehow able to dodge the elemental fury that was thrown at them.
There was a final clang as their weapons separated and the two stood apart, panting for breath, the rain chilling their throats as it licked across their faces. The shorter one, the key wielder, stood up straight and turned his body so that his back faced the flamed one. He lowered the weapons lightly, just enough so that the tip came within inches of stroking the ground. Then, with a burst of movement, he arched back as far as he could. He whipped around as he lurched forward and hurled the key in his right hand. The weapon flew straight and true, whistling through the air, right towards the apparent head of the figure who loomed several feet in front of him. There was a loud shredding as his weapon made contact with a pale cheek and tore through black leather, exiting quickly to engorge itself in the enormous skyscraper that towered over them. The shredded leather of the hood was unstable and the strength that trailed behind the weapon was strong enough to tear the taller one's hood back, the mangled material flapping against his back…
There's nothing left for me
But paybacks deaf and next to me.
A shocking explosion of spiked red hair emerged from the ruined shadow of the hood, the locks dampening from the rain that now poured on it with the force of a gale storm. The key wielder glimpsed the face of the flame-headed man, a sneer coming to play on his face as the two locked eyes for moments, allowing Roxas to get a full description of his face within seconds.
When did I go wrong
I don't know
I gotta leave and take what's time.
His sapphire eyes lowered, catching on the black diamonds beneath the fire's emerald eyes, alight on the pale skin. Taut muscles were stretched to their most flexible point over the skin's cheekbones, singing beneath paleness coated by a thin layer of rain. Suddenly, the man lowered his stance, running a hand along the sliver the boy had made. It was nearly identical to the one on the short one's face, except it was longer, thicker, and bled a lot more. He snickered and said, "Jeez Rox. That hurt."
Wasted youth and
wasted time
Call these into my stem so they will show.
The one nicknamed Rox frowned further, summoning the buried weapon back to his vacant hand. He replied, heated aggressiveness prominent in his voice "Don't call me that."
I know I'm not that
selfish
But I cant, I can't help this.
"Why?" The redhead replied with a cocky attitude, tilting his head slightly.
Nobody knows what
I've done (What I've done)
What doesn't kill us makes us (Makes us
die).
"Because…" The tension in the air grew slightly.
And there's a place
that I know (I don't know)
What doesn't kill makes us (Makes us
die).
"Why? I didn't hear anything, Say it again." The cocky attitude rose to the challenge thrust forth by the tension in the air.
So give back
everything you took from me
Don't believe in me.
"Because, Axel!" The tension exploded, a pair of keys aimed straight at the cocky redhead.
You don't care about
me
I've had my lesson it set me free.
Crimson ran into the glassy pools of black rain, forming into demons as they chased away the blackness. In the reflection of the pools, was the red-haired man called Axel. He was hunched over slightly, his arm draped across his stomach, fingers curled around his waist. Crimson rivulets flowed through the gaps in his fingers, cascading into the puddle of darkness at his feet. He stared across the rainy expanse, eyes burrowing into the gaze of the blue-eyed one. He snickered, lowering his tattooed face slightly, his trademark smirk still plastered on his face.
Don't believe in
me
You don't care about me.
His smoky voice cut through the sound of the rain, sarcasm slathering every word like butter on bread, "Jeez Roxas! You're making this seem more of a death match that a friendly spar!"
No.
"No…"
Nobody knows what I've done (What I've done).
"Huh? Lose your voice?" It seemed that all the redhead was good at besides sparring was being a wise-cracking ass.
What doesn't kill us makes us (Makes us die).
"…This isn't a friendly spar Axel…" Roxas hissed, acid spitting through the gaps in his words of poison.
And there's a place that I know (I don't know).
There was shocked silence. Then, the redhead spoke "What? What…do you mean, Rox?"
What doesn't kill makes us (Makes us die).
"You have something of mine, Axel…and I want it back…"
Makes us.
"…And what would that be?"
Makes us.
Roxas hissed as he leaped onto the fire wielder. His hands curled around the material as he pinned Axel to the ground, his knees digging into the ground on both sides of Axel's hips. His hood had been thrown back, revealing golden blonde hair spiked up and an aggressive porcelain face, sapphire eyes hardened. He shook Axel slightly, his lips curled in a snarl, "My heart Axel. Give it back."
Makes us.
Axel smirked "Well then…you'll have to take it from me."
Makes us.
And so the fight for Roxas' heart began once again.
