Characters: (Names and Translations)
Kazuki (Shining One)
Takahiro (Widespread Nobility)
Saki (Blossom)
Za Rabu (The Love)
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It was sometime before Takahiro could muster the strength to get back to actually doing work. The past few days had been riddled with assignments that could mean less than nothing, but with the students doing so well on their portfolio's, Takahiro decided it would be fine if they got some sort of break. It did not take him long to make it from the classroom, back to his house. He hoped he would be there but he was not. For the past several days Kazuki got home later than the last, and every time, it felt like Takahiro was alone again. Ever since Saki appeared unexpectedly on their doorstep one night the two had hardly talked to each other. There was nothing like a long walk. Takahiro found himself strolling through the park, with the small kitten nestled under his arms on the way home from the grocery mart. It was getting late and the streetlights were just beginning to flicker. This time of day made him feel more and more uneasy. His pace quickened, as he tried his best to get home, away from these lights that never extinguished, and away from the pulsating beat of deathly heels against concrete. It was an ominous place, and it made him feel alone. Not only alone, but afraid. He wished Kazuki was here. It took him some time to come to his apartment door before he felt the flash of a presence behind him. Turning around quickly, he expected the other. "Kazuki?" he questioned in the night. Nothing responded. His eyes searched the area before him, several times over, before the melody of the kittens yelps passed his ears. "Ah, alright Oni, we're going in." He said with a smile, turning the key in the door and walking inside. Instantly, the scent of a fresh hot meal passed his nose, while he tried to bend down and place the cat in the home. Removing his shoes he slowly moved around the corner to see inside of the kitchen. His knight in the darkness, Kazuki, was standing over a stove.
"You're an odd man, Takahiro-san." Kazuki said, as the spatula moved around the pan in front of him. Before he could realize though, a shoe was flying across the small place and landing against the side of his head, sending him straight into a nearby wall. "Damn you Kazuki!" Takahiro yelled, trying his hardest not to shake. Kazuki's head was filled with a thought bubble. "Man he's strong when he's mad." "Why do you keep doing this?" Takahiro broke the silence finally while the man picked himself up from the floor. "Doing what?" Kazuki tried to question though he knew. Takahiro's frustrated posture made him move to close the space between them and he hugged the man close to his body. "I'm sorry for leaving you, I have much that I must tend to, but I never wanted to leave you." Kazuki explained. Though he should have known, even without his explanation, Takahiro would have been just as content with his embrace alone. "Just don't do it again, okay?" Takahiro asked, before Kazuki's nod re-assured him. The two sat down to enjoy the meal Kazuki prepared and by the end of it all they settled for watching TV on the couch. Kazuki placed his head in Takahiro's lap, and enjoyed his passionate pets. Playing in his hair, made the already satisfied man fall asleep, and Takahiro was happy. "So I guess you won't be leaving me tonight, Kizuki. . . sama?" It may have been the first time he coined the phrase while Kazuki was present but it always seemed like their relationship called for such a title. Takahiro laid his head back on the couch and tried to close his eyes before a knock at the door stirred both men. "Gah, who bothers people at this time?" Takahiro questioned, forgetting Kazuki was in his lap, and paying the man no attention as he fell to the floor face first. "Jeez Kazuki, how many injuries do you contract while in my care?" Takahiro asked as he pulled the door open. It was at that point that their lives would change forever.
"It's here Kazuki!" the voice yelled from behind the purple lips. The woman flung her body through the house as Kazuki pulled his head up from the floor to look upon this woman who knew his name. Violet hues, and matching hair tone, it seemed Takahiro was the one out of the loop. "It?" He questioned beneath his breath as Kazuki and the woman began to exchange words. "Are you positive? Here? Now!" The man yelled to the woman, as her head nodded furiously. The two of them stood together and ran past Takahiro as if he was invisible. "No way. . ." Kazuki said, almost in awe. Takahiro slowly moved toward the door, his legs seemed three, no, ten times heavier. "What. . .What Kazuki-sama?" Takahiro questioned, but again was ignored. "Let's go, Saki." Kazuki said, the words spilling out of his lips and the woman's head nodding in response. The two of them, almost in perfect symmetry, leaped from the balcony and in mid-air Takahiro witnessed the sight of a lifetime.
Kazuki's body began to explode with an invisible wind, his air usually raven, straightened atop his head and shifted to a silver hue, along with his eyes – although Takahiro could not see that portion. His fists clenched tightly, and a black vest appeared from the fabric of his shirt, to replace what was once there. Black cloth like pants, baggy in texture, and heavy looking, took the place of his old pants. Together, Kazuki and the woman who held the same name as Takahiro's boss flipped forward and sent in a seemingly recorded kick to an invisible wall like entity, before they both were sent flying into the air, no doubt to the roof. "Kazuki!" Takahiro screamed, before turning on his heels heading for the emergency staircase leading to the roof. His steps were heavy, and sweat beaded down the side of his face. "Kazuki. . . sama." He said between large gasps. His breaths were spread so thin, that it was obvious he was completely out of physical practices completely. When he finally made it to the roof he saw the woman fly toward the side, barely grabbing onto the rail, to save her life. "Oh no!" Takahiro yelled, before Kazuki grabbed the woman with one hand and leaped to a building across the street. Kneeling down he looked at the woman. She was injured, but nothing fatale. Kazuki quickly picked himself up and turned around toward Takahiro. Those piercing silver hues seemed to look directly past Takahiro, or possibly through him. Takahiro felt cold, emotionless, powerless, alone . . . afraid. He had not felt in such a way for so long, but what was worst, Kazuki made him feel this way. What was he now? Why did he change? Boundless questions raced through his head, while he forgot to breath and soon collapsed to the ground, struggling hard to find the knowledge to breathe once more. His eyes slowly looked up to Kazuki standing in front of him, a hole in the upper left side of his chest, blood trickling down his back, and onto Takahiro's face. Kazuki grunted before both of his hands flung toward the left side and Takahiro gasped for air finally. Struggling to stand, Takahiro closed both of his eyes, his tongue more willful than his lungs. "Kazuki!" he yelled before he felt it. A hand on the top of his head. "Please. Takahiro. Forgive me for allowing you to see me like this. I never. Meant to bring you into this." His words were broken by long pauses, and suddenly, with Kazuki there, addressing him, Takahiro felt whole again. The emptiness and sadness he experienced moments ago had lifted his spirits completely and he was finally aware.
Takahiro turned his head, slightly to the side, where the vision blurred for a moment. His soft black hues shifted to crimson, and he could see for the first time in his life. A being that stood taller than the apartment complex roared loudly, it's hands out beside him. It's hues were as red as Takahiro's and where it's mouth should have been seemed ever so absent. It entire entity was made up of sheer darkness. Takahiro felt weak again, that was before Kazuki grabbed his cheek and forced him to look back into his eyes. "Stare not, although awakened, into nothingness; but instead blindly gaze up love." It was Takahiro's favorite line from one of his romances but how did Kazuki know that? Kazuki stood slowly, obviously weakened by the blow on his chest, but seemingly unaffected otherwise. "Kazuki! You have to finish this, now!" The woman across the street yelled, almost toppling over the building Kazuki nodded to her and then raised his right hand to the sky. A silver light surrounded him, and stretched it's reach to the heaven's above. It was impossible not to see the light, but it was too late. The being before them sent it's giant fist into the smaller body of Kazuki and sent him flying into the apartment building wall. Immediately he coughed up a good amount of blood, before he fell unconscious. "Kazuki!" The woman screamed again, before she tried to get to him, but her injuries stopped her. She fell over. The black hand inched slowly across the space toward Kazuki. "Feast!" The voice which could have been the beings resonated through the area. "Foolish spirit, become dust." A voice called from seemingly nowhere before the arm before Takahiro was completely detached from the owner. Blood sprayed all over the top of the building, the being attacking them slowly stepping backwards, obviously in pain. "Kazuki, if you die here, I promise I will kill." Called a voice, now in front of Takahiro with peach flavored hair and a whip. "So, you must be him, then. Hm. A bit more frail than I would have imagined. I guess, if you're going to help Kazuki, I'll need to keep you alive." The man had somehow moved in front of Takahiro's face, and was prodding him with the hilt of the whip, while he spoke, yet Takahiro never once saw him move. His speed was impossible. Now standing the man began to look toward Kazuki. "Heh, fool, thinking you could defeat something of this caliber without a weapon. You're too unpracticed Kazuki, you'll never be able to –" The man's speech was cut short by the charge of the being to his side. It's other fist was rushing at an alarming speed for his size, toward this man. Though it's huge fist met the small meek hand of the man. "It's not very polite to interrupt a man when he speaks. Don't you foolish creatures remember anything!" He screamed before the arm was removed as well. Again, Takahiro missed his movement completely, but this time it was such a perfected cut that blood neither seeped, nor spilled from the wound. It was as if he'd completely cut the molecules in half, and for the time being it would be impossible for the wound to even realize that blood needed to be expelled from the body.
This man before Takahiro was more than impressive. Where Kazuki had failed, this man had succeeded and with ease. He wondered; who was this man? He was obviously a friend. He'd saved them all after all. "Enough of this!" The man screamed as he jumped in the air, the whip spinning above his head. "Now! Return to Dust!" he screamed, before lowering the whip down on his defenseless opponent. The body became two parts, before dusting into nothing. Becoming an ominous wind the dust spiraled around them all before being carried away in the direction of the wind. It wasn't long before the four of them found themselves in Takahiro's apartment. Takahiro tended to Kazuki first, of course, since his injuries were much more deadly, and then handled the woman. While bandaging her ribs, Kazuki's body relaxed, and he returned to normal. "You saved us back there, Rabu. I guess I owe you one." Kazuki said from behind shadowing bangs. Takahiro, watched in simple awe before him. "What made you think you could go fighting for so long without your heart, and expect to defeat such an opponent?" Silence filled the room, and it felt as if there was a void in the area. "Kazuki lost. . . his heart?" The thoughts of Takahiro were now plagued, thanks to this man. La Rabu.