Oblitus

Kaito watched his enemy stride onto the balcony. He looked upon them with contempt and misplaced self-righteousness. Gakupo would gouge his eyes and guts out if he could. Luka wouldn't be far behind him. However, this man was different to all others. He was far more powerful than they had ever been. He had been their leader once. They had all followed him willingly for many years until hatred had finally made an impact on their world. Since then the man before them had before too powerful to be stopped simply by strength alone. If someone were to face him they would require an extraordinary cause.

Kaito raced towards the front door despite his lack of necessary power. He was thrown back. His spine was the first to collide with the ground. He skidded until he was lying before Gakupo helplessly. Gakupo ignored his plight, focusing on their enemy. Luka touched his arm gently. He looked at her. She nodded; her eyes gentle. It was as though time was in reverse for a spell-binding moment of absolute joy.

"You will not take her from me," Kaito snarled, leaning against his sword.

The spoiled brat on the balcony chuckled. He had every right to be amused. He was by far the most powerful. He needed nothing and no one else to rule over them. Even if someone were to challenge his might, which had never been done before, he would easily dispatch them to their end. His arrogant expression faded as a scream echoed. Kaito's head snapped upwards; rage raced through his veins. Luka clutched Gakupo's arm. Miku's resistance was the only force to shake this former leader in his existence.

"Take what you can of my forces," Gakupo commanded, suddenly regretful. "If not for Luka and I, you would have protected her this time."

Kaito launched another assault without replying. He despised and blamed them entirely. He didn't care for their permission. He didn't care for their forces. He was, once again, thrown to the ground. He rose again; determined to succeed when he saw them. Gakupo and Luka noticed too - they were surrounded. Beady eyes peered at them from all around. They could distinguish some silhouettes – two stood in yellow, splattered with red, wearing maniacal grins.

"Len, Rin…" Luka gasped. "Gakupo, what now?"

"Let them come. Kaito, do what you must. I apologise for this lifetime. Luka and I will hold these traitors to their vow," he replied with the voice of a leader.

The man on the balcony snarled. His nails sliced through the banister. He bared his teeth, eyes gleaming. He didn't tolerate others who behaved as leaders.

"Kill them all,"

Kaito leapt at the building. He swung his sword, unleashing a wave of power. It ricocheted off of his enemy's power. Kaito had timed his assault well. His power struck the front porch; tearing the wood apart. The door collapsed to reveal a room filled with crawling shadows. The darkness approached Kaito. He retreated, staring at the room in shock.

"Do you not enjoy my friends?"

Miku stood behind him. She trembled violently. Her eyes were moist and her face was streaked. Her wrists were bound behind her back. She still didn't remember; that alone broke Kaito's heart. He glared at Luka and Gakupo from the corner of his vision. The two found themselves again and thus had found one another. They would live or die together but the peace of this life would follow through to their next. His only comfort was that they could possibly be allies in Miku's name somewhere in the far future.

The gathered traitors raced to attack. Luka and Gakupo answered the call for blood. Kaito roared and threw himself at the balcony. To his surprise he wasn't stopped by a wall of power. He was caught by his former leader. The man grinned. His hand protruded from Kaito's back. He held Kaito's heart in his fist for all to see. Noctis whinnied loudly, shaking as he staggered around in circles. Luka and Gakupo were screaming at him, their ex-leader and former allies. Miku horrified, called out desperately. Kaito's ears were deaf to the world he was leaving behind.

Wood fell to the ground. Piece by piece, fragment by fragment, they were worthless. The earth rose as it devoured the timber and the moss which had covered it. The ground was nourished.

The forest began to move. It ebbed and flowed like the sea. Through seasons it grew lush and fell to near death. Ancient florae wilted and vanished whilst new born florae sprouted. The forest became and the land became forest.

Nature was thwarted. Mankind came, burned what they could. They tore the florae apart. Stone structures rose into the sky. Smoke filled the air. People suffered.

A great darkness descended upon the land. Screams were heard. The stone was charred. The voices vanished. The forest reclaimed its ground.

There was no perpetual silence. Loud, inconsiderate noises rang out. No matter the time, no matter the day, the noises were always close by. It travelled incredibly fast, incredibly destructive.

The ground rose to form a hump. The leaves and earthen remains fell to the side. A dark liquid rose to the surface. It pulsed and expanded. A screech reverberated from nearby. The liquid flinched before certain areas began to rise. It grew half a metre before the darkness faded. The liquid became the flesh of a man. He gasped and leaned back on newly formed arms. He was already clothed. He rose to his feet, the liquid retreating. The liquid retreated to rise in the second shape. The midnight face was the first to form. He rose, resuming his form as a magnificent stallion.

Kaito looked at his ally. He smiled satirically, walking away. He didn't care if he was seen. He only wanted what was his.

"Miku..."