Chapter 12 - Unanswered

It was roughly 7:00 or so in the morning when Ayano and Sichiro had finally gotten all of their profiling done, leaving Ayano in an exhausted state that she claimed would require a full day off of work and doing nothing but staying in bed.
Sichiro, though he had been the one to let Ayano do all of the work as she had insisted, partially agreed while the goosebumps on the surface of his skin below his sleeves remained.
Ayano was able to clearly see the uneasiness on his face, the anxiety that had been there since the very moment they had stepped into that helicoptor to head towards the Tokyo WBBA, but she simply took his word for it that it was his nerves acting up from being away from the place that he called home.
She knew how feeling homesick felt, but she had never experienced what Sichiro seemed to be going through - she had been tense several times in her childhood when going off to distant places for trips, and wary at that, but it usually did fade within the first 24 hours or so as she adapted.
Sichiro seemed to be the exact opposite of that, never seeming to calm down even for a moment as he remained stiff, rigid, a look of uneasiness flashing in his steel grey eyes.
Of course, seeing as how none of them really knew Sichiro that well - which was mildly concerning from long they had known him at the WBBA headquarters - it wasn't really her place to judge him.
Maybe it was something from when he was a child that caused him to be so anxious when being away from a place that he called home.
The greenette simply accepted his word of some sort of homesickness and left it at that, both of them now walking through the building on their way to say their farewells to Director Hideyoshi.

One of the workers was leading them along, saying that Director Hideyoshi was currently still on the floor that they were on, having had several things to do on this one specifically throughout the hours that they had been here.
It was surprising, as both Sichiro and Ayano would've thought that the man would've been tired and weary with the desire to go back to his residence and seek sleep, especially at the age that he appeared to be at - but seemingly not, as the man was still wide awake as they came to him to bid their farewells.

"I trust you got all of the information that you needed?" The Director asked the two of them, pushing his spectacles up on his long nose just a bit.
"As far as we're both aware." Ayano said, a soft sigh to her voice as she spoke with a sophisticated nature about her, "I thank you for your help, Director Hideyoshi. I have no doubt that Director Otori will definitely appreciate it." Hideyoshi gave a warm smile, the wrinkles on his face deepening slightly - despite how warm it seemed, Sichiro was already more rigid than he had been the entire time.
Just being near him... Looking at him... It made a rock sink inside of his stomach, his anxiousness causing him to softly bite the inside of his lip to keep himself even a bit occupied.
"It was my pleasure." The Director responded, "I'm willing to help you in any way I can manage." Ayano hummed softly in response, a sound of appreciation, as Sichiro was able to tell.

He almost wondered how she was able to act so care-freely around this man, how she didn't tense in his presence like he himself did, how she didn't have an anxious look deep in her eyes as she looked at him, as he stood near her; but it didn't take him long to remind himself why.
Ayano wasn't like him - nobody back at the WBBA headquarters even really knew anything about him, even with the all the years that he had spent working there. But, even with his visible uneasiness, Sichiro said nothing.

"Well, we'll be heading back to Metal Bey City." Ayano said, glancing back at Sichiro as a gesture to his company, "Me and Sichiro have some other things to do there."

"I can imagine so." Hideyoshi said in perfect understanding, "I will have Satoshi see you out to the landing pad. I bid you a safe trip back." Ayano smiled, evidently grateful from the Tokyo Director's kindness towards them.
"Thank you very much." She said, looking towards the man that had lead them into the building in the first place when they had arrived.
"No need." Hideyoshi said simply, "Besides, it was quite nice to see you again."

Sichiro's heart beat hard against his chest, a suffocating feeling that almost made him swear he was having a heart attack.
Though as his gaze was on Ayano, Director Hideyoshi's dark eyes flashed his way for a split moment, sending a hard shiver ripping up Sichiro's spine and leaving him momentarily frozen. Steel grey eyes averted away, refusing to make eye contact with ones so deceivingly warm yet cold underneath, trying not to seem as rigid as he was though unable to help it from the automatic reaction.
Of course, Ayano may have reacted the way he had too, if she was the one in his shoes.

But she was not.

Despite how long they had known each other, despite how long they had worked together in the WBBA building with several Directors over the years, Ayano actually didn't know anything about him. Nobody did, or at least not really.
He never spoke about life before he had been at the WBBA headquarters in Metal Bey, and everyone seemed just fine with that - of course, he did have his reasons.
But the female greenette smiled back towards the elder man, nodding as a type of way of saying it back.
"Well, we'll be taking our leave." She said, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear and turning towards Satoshi, who was ready to lead them out. Said worker glanced over at the Director with light green eyes, his queue being the nod that he was replied with before beckoning both Ayano and Sichiro along.
For the first time since they had gotten there, Sichiro felt like he was finally able to relax. They were leaving. They were finally leaving, as the sun had risen over the horizon and was already illuminating this side of the world with it's blinding and divine light.
Ayano looked over at her colleague with cerulean eyes, the glance being returned ever so slightly with orbs of steel grey that now - finally - looked a bit more lax than before; it was a sight that made her smile.
The raven had been anxious ever since they had first climbed into the helicopter to come to the Tokyo WBBA, and he had been blatantly uneasy the entire time they had been there with seemingly no explanation but for his nerves acting up upon some sort of homesickness.

She'd be lying if she said that she herself wasn't glad that they were finally returning home after long hours of work, where they would hopefully be able to relax after working through most of the morning since the very early hours of the day.
Both of them stepped out onto the rooftop along with Satoshi, who held the door open for them both as they were greeted by the strong winds and the nearly overwhelming whirring of the helicopter blades, already ready for them to board and take off back to Metal Bey City.

"Thank you!" Ayano said to Satoshi over the sounds of the rotating blades, which the Tokyo Worker simply nodded to before he watched them both head towards their transportation.
Sichiro's hair, much unlike Ayano's, blew all over the place from the force that the rotating blades had on the natural air current, pushing his raven locks out of his face and petting them back down as they both got inside the WBBA helicopter that would - finally - take them back home.
"Home..." Sichiro thought to himself, the word rolling over in his head almost as if it were foreign.
Brushing some loose strands of hair out of her face, Ayano turned her cerulean eyes towards the ravenette who leaned against the opposite window, weariness and relief plastered blatantly on his smooth features that made him look a bit younger - he now seemed much more relaxed as they were in the helicopter that would finally take them back to Metal Bey City as it lifted itself up off the landing pad atop the Tokyo WBBA headquarters, raising itself over the top of the buildings to transport them elsewhere.
Sighing through her nose, the greenette leaned back in her seat and crossed her legs at the knee, her arms resting contently in her lap as the knowledge that they had completed their task sunk in.
She was relieved that they were finally going back as well, but Sichiro - strangely enough - seemed even more so than her.
She didn't think much of it, as coming back from that kind of mission always left her tired, but she still couldn't help but worry...

Zyro, Madoka, and the others had awoken early the next morning and had gotten their bearings together in the coolness of the fairly early hours.
Though the sun was beginning to peak over the horizon already, they had all checked out of the hotel early that morning while the woman at the front desk was sipping on her morning coffee that she was usually able to have before many people were even out and about.
The 9 of them were already on the made road and heading out of Mito towards Kasama by the time the day was lit, several of them fairly weary from either lack of sleep (such as Ren) or from the effort and exhaustion that all of this brought onto them.
Madoka and Maru were somewhere near the front, relying on Maru's bracelet-map to guide them most of the way, and the pinkette had advised that they as long as they were able to stick to the road, they would reach Kasama with no problem.
Kira silently vouched that as fairly accurate, voicing it silently to himself in an inaudible tone that was only barely present to Zyro's ears, who walked beside him most of their way out of the city of Mito.
Being as fairly early as it was, there were hardly any cars on the road which left them with plenty of space to walk until later in the day - of course, they would probably have to camp out in the woods just off the side of the highway, but that wasn't too much of a concern.

It was still fairly early in the morning, and seeing as how Kasama wasn't that far from Mito, they would hopefully be able to get there by the time the sun fell back behind the mountains, probably even by mid-day, depending on their pace.
After all, Kasama may have very well been a part of Mito, from how close the two cities were.
The 9 of them currently walked through the more western outskirts of Mito, though there wasn't really much there before it lead into more farmland, as was sort of expected.
From how close Kasama was located to Mito, they were actually walking through nothing but outskirts.
Most of them knew that it wouldn't last long, as heading to Kasama meant being a slightly more mountain-filled region, which more than likely meant forests around small and big towns alike; of course, Kasama was located at the beginning of a valley that was mountains off to the side, said mountainous regions being well known by the public that lived near them.
Either way, they were all determined with what they knew they had to do, and from the objective that they had they were all willing to take their chances and make the effort.
Not all of them had the same motivation and reasons, by they definitely all did have a reason for even being there at all - Zyro knew perfectly well that if Kira didn't consider himself bound to the promise he had made to repay the Fire Blader for saving his life, he would've abandoned the thought of helping at all a long time ago and left them to the cold.

"So, from what we got from that book that you two found in the library..." Ren began, looking over to both Madoka and Maru, "We're suggesting that Alcorin's somewhere near mountains?"

"I guess..." Madoka said, a yawn almost immediately following which would probably end up being contagious, at yawns often were, "It's only thing we really have to go on." Adjusting his glasses on his nose with his middle finger, Kite lightly cleared his throat.
"Seeing as how it mentioned that many shrines and temples dedicated to Nemesis were made," The spikey-haired bruentte speculated, "And seeing as how most were said to be located around mountains or in rural areas, it's a high possibility." Kira sighed through his nose, closing his one eye for a moment and tilting his head forward slightly.
"From Kasama to Sakuragawa and Moka, it's practically nothing but surrounded by mountains.." The one-eyed boy said with boredom, "We'll have tons of fun looking through those."

"Car." Zyro said suddenly in a voice that was almost robotic, glancing back over his shoulder at the familiar sound of quickly rolling wheels against cement.
At his signal, a couple of them drew closer to the road side, allowing the small vehicle to pass by fluidly - it probably looked strange to the driver of the car to see so many people travelling together on the side of the road for some reason, but with humanity's practical instincts to take it as none of their business, they simply drove by and headed towards wherever their destination was located.
"He's probably not even anywhere in Japan, for all we know." Kira continued, now able to finish his brief moment of speech now that the minor distraction was gone, "He's one for sending all of you on a wild goose chase."
That much was true, as they did have to admit.
Alcorin had fooled all of them the first time with his location alone, making them entirely unaware that while they were in the WBBA building they were practically walking on his roof as he likely laughed in triumph while everything went his way.
And now he was likely throwing them out on a wild goose chase once again, all of them having no idea where he was while he was probably right under their noses like the first time around.

"True that." Benkei admitted, being the first to say so aloud.

"Come on, we can find the guy." Ren said, working it up to sound at least a bit optimistic, which was exceedingly hard nowadays with how things had been turning out for them, "Eventually, anyway..." The sound of 2 more cars passing in the opposite direction they were walking came to their ears briefly, the sound of moving wheels coming and going as fast as they came.
Though it was still fairly early, the sun had already fully risen from its hiding place behind the horizon, making the sky more of it's dashing blue than that of the dark night, highlighted by thin streaks of pink, purple, and orange.
They would make it to Kasama in no time - after all, it wasn't even that far away.
Maru, looking up at the sky for a moment, now looked up towards her teacher of who she had a habit of sticking close to from their years together.

"How do you think Tsubasa's doing back at the WBBA, Chief?" The pinkette asked in curiosity, turquoise irises glancing down towards the lavender ones of the girl that was the woman's student.
"Well, we did manage to talk to him yesterday.." Madoka recalled, bringing a hand up to her chin in thought, "With how many people he sent out, I don't doubt that he'd probably find something useful, but who knows..."

"He said he'd contact us if he did find anything, didn't he?" Shinobu asked, that curious nature of his gently lacing his voice.
"Save for when he called to ask us where we were, yeah." Ren answered, looking over at her light-haired friend.
"I'm sure he'll let us know." Madoka said, glancing back over her shoulder slightly, "He's got a lot more resources than we do, after all."

"I'm guessing he's good at coming up with excuses to use those 'resources', then?" Kira questioned, which actually sounded like he had genuine interest in the answer.
"He has his ways, trust me.." Madoka replied, recalling Tsubasa's earlier days back before the Nemesis Crisis, when he had been an undercover agent of the WBBA within the Dark Nebula, which had exceedingly fooled everyone before he had revealed his true motivations and occupation.
She wouldn't put it past him to get some information from the several sources that he knew and had; of course, there were things that even he couldn't do, and considering that nobody outside of them had any remote idea that Gingka was dead, it likely wasn't going to be an easy thing for the Director.
"He'll probably find something." Benkei said, grinning slightly.
"Maybe..." Zyro muttered, though it was more to himself than anyone else. Shinobu's light green eyes glanced back at the other blader over his shoulder, looking at the relatively blank expression that did absolutely nothing to flatter him - after all, the first time he had met Zyro, there had been a smile on his face.
The Salamander Blader fell back a bit in his pace so that he was able to walk beside his best friend without looking over his shoulder and being unable to watch where he was going, leaning his over in the slightest bit towards him.

"You okay, Zyro?" The light-haired blader asked, concern evident in his light green irises that were almost covered by his hair.
Eyes as blue as the morning sky looked back towards him, looking somewhat surprised that Shinobu had fallen back a bit to walk beside him.
But of course he had - Shinobu was his best friend, and it was obvious that he worried and cared about him.
Why would he have put up with his tears 3 days ago when no one had believed him that Alcorin was alive, when he was still extremely confused and frustrated with the whole matter himself?

Or had it simply been pity that did that?

Zyro internally shook his head, trying to force the thought out of his mind. Shinobu was his friend, he wouldn't at least try to comfort him because he felt obligated too.

Would he?...

But all Zyro could do was give the light-haired blader a small smile, a tug of his lips that felt so tiring to do, so nearly painful after it had been absent from his face for so long - why was that?... What was he even supposed to believe anymore?
"Yeah, I'm fine." Zyro replied, which was ever so blatantly a lie even with how much that he - and Shinobu - wished that it were true.
"Okay..." The Salamander blader responded, uncertainty being the highlight of his voice. That smile was fake... He knew when Zyro smiled genuinely, as it was one of the first things he had seen from the other blader upon their first meeting that seemed to have been only yesterday.
When Zyro genuinely smiled, it was... Quite nice, for lack of better words.
Just his personality was enough to make people a bit happier, even with someone like Kira.
Zyro's smiles were always filled with that heated nature of his, the determination radiating off of him and was practically visible with his burning spirit that came in the form a bright and powerful inferno that illuminated eyes of nearly the opposite color.

But now, that fire could barely be seen, dwindling on the edge and still desperately hanging on with the bit of hope that it had left, the motivation that it had to keep burning and cling to life.
Most of them were obviously keeping their eyes on him, watching him constantly as the flame that made up his entire spirit remained small, a simple candle flame that could be blown out by a simply breath, so delicate unlike the inferno that usually blazed, unable to be tampered with and burning brightly without falter.
Zyro had changed.
And the mere thought - to Shinobu - was a rather frightening one.
Either way, he took Zyro's word for it even though he knew that it was a lie with a small smile that would make everything seem okay to anyone else, but not them. Not when they had gone through nearly the same thing.
Sighing through his nose, Shinobu looked away and turned his head forward, the sun rising higher in the sky as time went on as they all made their way to the town of Kasama.
And as they were to go on, with an inhuman psychopath dwelling in their shadows, nothing good was to come to them...

Takanosuke yawned widely as both he and Sakyo walked along the roadside, having taken off from their small camping spot from the previous night roughly an hour or so ago.
Sakyo had been awake long before he had, and Takanosuke was actually confused on whether or not Sakyo had slept at all - the redhead didn't really say anything, simply waiting for Takanosuke to be ready before they set off again from their temporary base at the edge of Lake Hinuma.
Now, both of them were walking down the road towards their destination of Ibaraki, Takanosuke continuously following the elder blader since he knew that Sakyo's sense of direction was likely way greater than his was.
"I'm tired..." Takanosuke sighed, recovering from his yawns and rubbing his eyes a bit.
Red eyes glanced down towards the blonde beside him, though said nothing in response.
Cerulean eyes looked up towards the redhead that he followed, another yawn captivating him for a moment and interrupting his line of sight from the need to close his eyelids, eyes watering naturally from the gesture of weariness.
"So..." Takanosuke began, making sure to keep up with Sakyo's long strides, "How much longer until we get there, Sakyo?" There was a moment of silence, which wasn't uncommon between the two of them with Sakyo's usual nature outside of the Bey Arena, but his question did not go unanswered as it hung there for a moment.

"Not long." The Dragoon blader answered rigidly, his voice steady and hard, cold as ice, but Takanosuke had already come to terms with that and had never really minded from the beginning.
Sure, the way that Sakyo spoke had sent shivers through him before, but after being friends for so long - of which Sakyo merely reduced down to 'Syncrome Partners' - he had gotten used to it and it no longer bothered him.
He sometimes found it quite comforting, actually, even with how odd it sounded. Maybe it was just because he liked hearing people talk.
His dad and him never conversed that much since he was always working, and his mom... Well, all communications with his mom had nearly been erased once his dad had gotten full custody of him - he wasn't even sure if his mom would even want to see him.
He couldn't even remember the sound of his voice, which was probably why Sakyo's calmed him so much.
As well as Zyro and the others whenever he was around them; they would call him weird for that, he was sure, but he wouldn't care either way.

"Okay.." The Griffin blader said simply, making sure to keep up with Sakyo since his strides were much shorter than the elder's.
"Have you ever been to Ibaraki?" The blonde asked, trying to keep beside his friend.
"No." Sakyo answered simply, "I haven't." Once more, Takanosuke fell silent for a few moments.
While he did like being around Sakyo, the hardest thing about the slightly older blader was that he evidently wasn't one who held up conversations that much - he was actually quite reserved to himself, even though he did consider Takanosuke a friend, despite saying they were merely Syncrome Partners.
"I have." Takanosuke finally said, "When I was little anyway, and we used to go camping at Lake Hinuma. I can't remember too much about it, though..." Crimson red orbs glanced down towards a curly, blonde-haired head, though nothing came in response from Sakyo's lips as he simply listened to the words of his comrade.
"It's really small, I remember that..."

Takanosuke continued, bringing a hand up to his chin in thought as he tried to recall the few memories that he had in his childhood fo the small town of Ibaraki, "Uuhhh... There's not really much to it, actually..."
Once more, there was an awkward silence between the two, the sound of cars driving to and fro filling their ears as they walked along the side of the road, possibly looking like some form of hitch-hikers to those driving past that wanted nothing to do with them.
Takanosuke lowered his one hand back down to his side, looking down towards the ground as he followed along just beside the other blader that he looked up to, trying to think of something else that he could say that wouldn't almost immediately result in just plain silence once more, but when it came to Sakyo there really wasn't much that he could talk about.
Even when he was talking to him, it was almost like talking to a person on the other side of a door, with only the occasional answer and few words that came from the opposite side as you talked away and tried to keep conversation.
But it was just the way Sakyo was, right?

"Sakyo?.." Takanosuke began, looking up towards the Dragoon Blader, soon meeting crimson irises in response that told him Sakyo was at least listening.
But then again, he normally did listen, seemingly being a man of few words outside of Beybattles.
Now knowing that Sakyo was all ears, Takanosuke looked forward as he went on, a solemn look on his face with half-lidded eyes.
"Ren told us that Gingka was dead, right?" Sakyo's eyes widened in the slightest at the sudden question, surprised in the quick change in subject and atmosphere that the topic brought with it.
"Yes." The redhead answered simply, regaining his composure once again and once more being all ears for the shorter male.
"Well..." Takanosuke began again, almost seeming to hesitate in even saying anything about it at all, "We know what that's doing to them, sort of. Since he was their friend and all, but... What is that supposed to mean for everyone else?"

Raising an eyebrow, Sakyo looked down towards the Griffin Blader, the younger turning his gaze to meet his, "Like, uh... It's kind of weird, since barely anybody knows about it other than us and them. What's gonna happen when everybody else finds out?"

That was a very good question.

Even Sakyo had to admit it, and he really didn't know how to answer that question.
Usually, Takanosuke's questions were rather simple, easy to answer and only sometimes a little complex.
But this was a subject that he hadn't really thought that the kid would bring up, that he would dwell on it at all - but then again, they were chasing after the exact same sociopath that Zyro and the others likely were, which may it a rather reasonable thing to think about.
Gingka had evidently been a friend to Zyro and the rest of his group, which was sort of surprising since he had been a Legendary Blader, the very man that had defeated Nemesis and namely saved the world on, apparently, a number of different occasions.
As it stood, nobody outside of them had any remote idea that Gingka Hagane was dead, and when the rest of the world found out... Well, what would it mean?

Would it cause an uproar?

Would it cause grief and sorrow to the rest of the world just like it had to Zyro and his friends?

Or would everybody just be shocked for a moment and then just push it aside like it was no big deal?

Either way, Gingka had been the one that even made all of what they stood on and for now possible in the first place, and gaining the news that he was suddenly dead wasn't exactly something that the entire world was expecting.
What was everyone going to do once all of this was over?
What would happen when it was over and the truth about Gingka Hagane was revealed to the world?

Sakyo found himself baffled by the question just as much as Takanosuke was, but decided to answer as best as he could nonetheless.
"I don't know." The Dragoon blader said firmly, looking away from the blonde beside and setting his eyes forward. Takanosuke's eyes widened at the blunt answer, and was almost about to say something before Sakyo continued.
"We'll all have to figure it out." Sakyo went on, "The world's not just going to forget about it so easily, but we'll all have to find a way to move on from it... Once this is over, that is." Cerulean irises stared up towards the elder for a moment, and while he finished his sentence, Sakyo looked back towards one of the only real friends that he had ever had.
It took a moment for both of them to register that they had stopped walking altogether, coming to a halt on the side of the road while cars sped past in their need to get to places, to their destinations, while they simply stood there as though transfixed in time.
Grunting softly, Sakyo turned his head away and looked forward, and began walking down the roadside once more.
"Come on, we're almost there." He said gruffly, and he heard the sound of Takanosuke hurrying up to be by his side...

There was nothing but silence, all except for his footsteps as he made his way up the wide flight of stairs, robes dragging behind him lightly and with no chance of getting caught on anything.
Alcorin's steps were naturally light, almost undetectable at times from how quiet he made them, how he had learned to walk in a youth that he now laughed it in all its pathetic misery.

He sort of liked to think of it as sneaking up on his brother, but that was impossible.

Being catatonic was no different than being comatose; he wasn't even there.

He couldn't hear, feel, see, nothing.

He was as good as dead in all reality, but he honestly couldn't bring himself to care about that.

After so long, he finally had him back - after all the years that they had never known each other, after all of the time that they had missed out on, they were together once more, and he would make sure that nobody would ever take his only family from him ever again.
Haunting eyes gazed at a nearly lifeless body as he made his way over to him, the other entirely unresponsive though his eyes remained open, staring lifelessly into nothingness.
Gingka was nothing but an empty shell, his soul and his mind still there, but not exactly within their plain of reality, perhaps too far gone to ever come back.
Even if he was to awaken, to open his eyes once more and see the light, his body would likely not last very long - not after what he had gone through, and what Alcorin himself had done to it.

He had broken him from the inside out, virtually crushed his heart in the palm of his hand just so that he could be his, so that he touch him, see him, know that he was not going to be going anywhere.

But of course he wasn't.

"It's quite odd, isn't it?.." The albino spoke to him, though he knew that his words would not reach him, "I love you so much, and yet I know you would loathe me entirely... Yet I keep you with me, even though I know you could never return my feelings... How ironic."
He stood there before him, looking at his lifeless face that was entirely blank, unable to show emotion any longer from the endless state of lucid sleep he would eternally dwell in - though eternity was not forever.
Alcorin went forward, placing one knee on the space between his thighs that was bear of the throne that he sat lifelessly in, his other leg bent at the knee a bit and supporting his weight from behind while his remained at his sides.
He positioned himself so that he could see the redhead's face clearly, crimson red staring into lifeless brown, two entirely different people and yet so the same all at once.

"Most would call me crazy..." Alcorin said to no one, raising his left hand and bringing it to Gingka's right cheek, stroking the skin gently with his thumb and relishing in the small jolt that contact with him made, "That I would kill people, manipulate innocent beings, just so that I could have a comatose brother..."
A soft breath escaped pure white lips, white skin standing out upon peach-colored flesh as he caressed his cheek gently.
The first time they had touched, before he had finally had him in his grasp, it had been nearly the same way.
Unresponsive, cold, and yet with a sharp tingle that came from the mere contact of his skin that he came to recognize - Alcorin honestly couldn't get enough of it.

He loved him...

Every single thing about him, pure and tainted, good and bad, his rights and his wrongs, everything.
He brought his face closer to his, their colors standing out against each other, despite the fact that he himself didn't really have any save for the demonic red of his eyes; one would call the way that he loved him disgusting, unsightly, repulsive, but he could never care.
They were brothers, two beings born to love each other from the beginning; but Gingka would never love him back, as he had absolutely no reason too.
A small giggle escaped Alcorin's lips, one that crept under the skin of all who heard it, delved down into the depths of their souls and grasped hold of them, making them his to dispose of if he so wished; but despite the sound of silent joy that escaped him, it was retaliated by the wetness that ran down his cheek.

The smile faded from his face and he backed away slightly from the redhead, letting his hand leave the other's soft skin and reach up to wipe away at the tear that unwittingly trickled down his face.

He was... Crying?..

No, it wasn't him, it was...

A soft growl protruded from him, gritting his teeth together slightly as his eyes responded with their deathly glow as he realized what it was.

"I thought I got rid of him..."

No.

He had never gotten rid of him, and he may never be able to - he would always be there, but he had made very sure that he was never coming out into the light of day ever again.
And once this was over, and he had finally rid himself of those damned pests that chased after him, that sad little child would have never existed.
Technically, he never even had.
Alcorin stood upright, bringing himself away from his brother who remained unresponsive; but with how he hoped and knew things would go, that wouldn't last forever.

"Excuse me, dear brother..." The albino said politely, a blank and sour look on his face, "I have a little... Friend... I need to talk too..."

Turning around with a small whip of his robes, Alcorin strode across the hall in the opposite direction to which he had came, allowing himself once more into a place that existed only on a plain between one world and the other.