Kuroro was tired.
All the boy did was defend, defend, defend, attack, but attacks weak enough to block or evade.
"I'm tired of you, Kuruta," he hissed. Kuroro dashed suddenly with blinding speed toward the boy.
The boy's scarlet eyes widened in surprise, but then narrowed and turned into an ever deeper shade of red.
The moon cast a pale, yellow glow on his eyes, casting a scary illusion.
The Kuruta replied with unison, quick movements, and had passed by a shadow.
His eyes looked like glowing rubies of blood.
A/N: This is the final call for the winning factor. Who. do. you. want. to. win. Final roll call. If nothing goes, I'll do it with a toss coin.
But actually, I was thinking of something else. It's going to be a 0 - 0. Zero to Zero. Well, I'll think of it. I have it in my mind. =] Tell me! =]