Chapter 7
The clash of metal could be heard when Mukuro's trident met the Russian's Kindjals (traditional Russian weapon looking like a dagger) for another time. The illusionist grinned and changed the number in his left eye from four to one creating a fountain of fire breaking through the floor just in between them. The Russian quickly moved back trying to avoid the fire and starting another attack jumping around the fountain. But Mukuro was quicker and with a smash of his trident he seemed to rip the floor apart forcing the Russian to stop its attack. "You will never win." Mukuro claimed chuckling in amusement. "Because I am your opponent."
The Russian grinned throwing one of its Kindjals. Mukuro changed back to the realm of demons, his eye being surrounded by a blue flame, which amazingly pushed his fighting skills. He blocked the Kindjal throwing it to the floor and then starting a counter-attack. So far he was sure he would be able to win this fight. There was nothing special about the Russian guy and for the time-being he was just playing with him, although Mukuro had to admit that he hadn't been that impressed by his illusions so far. It rather seemed like the Russian really did some good research or he just wasn't that easily affected by illusions. However Mukuro hadn't even start to fight so this would sure be a pleasure. On the other hand he had of course kept in mind Chikusa's words and he was wondering if the blonde was just playing as well.
Mukuro again changed the realm, this time letting the floor explode so the Russian was again forced to pull back and keep some distance to his opponent. Since the blue haired boy was an illusionist he normally never fought in an offensive way. He rather kept the distance, tricking his enemies and then charging for the final blow. Of course he tended to change his tactics dependent on his opponent, but mainly he kept it like that and he normally was successful. But he had already realized by now, that it was rather hard to keep the Russian away and he was already charging again.
"I have to admit that you're fast. But speed won't help you winning this fight." The illusionist blocked the attack again with his trident trying to stab the Russian straight afterwards just to hear the sound of metal clanging together again. The Russian chuckled drawing another Kindjal from the inside of his suit trying to stab Mukuro from underneath, but the blue haired jumped back in time. "You are one to talk just trying to keep me distant. How about we're getting serious?" The blonde asked.
Mukuro chuckled. "Whatever you want." He was just about to change the realm again when the blonde took something from his pocket throwing it towards Mukuro. The boy quickly held up his trident in defense mode, but the Russian hadn't thrown a weapon towards him but small little plastic balls. Before Mukuro could wonder what these actually were they exploded on the ground revealing a smoky gas that quickly covered everything around them.
It was hard to see anything and his eyes started to hurt, but of course Mukuro didn't take this as a surprise. He changed the realm nevertheless grinning slimly when suddenly he was pierced with one of the Kindjals. The Russian laughed. "That's it!" He said pulling his dagger back when Mukuro just started to laugh. "Is that so?" His voice came from a completely different direction and the blue haired boy that had just been stabbed faded away. It had been an illusion.
"You know the mist is my element. You cannot harm me with something like that." The blonde still grinned. "I see you are quite something, Rokudo Mukuro. But that doesn't mean you can win every fight." The Russian followed the voice trying to start another attack, realizing that it again had been an illusion, since the boy in front of him faded away again. Then suddenly he could hear something approaching from behind and he quickly turned around just to block the trident of the real Rokudo Mukuro.
"You should better give up or haven't you realized by now, that it is impossible to defeat me?" The illusionist chuckled creating another clash by meeting the other's Kindjals once more. He sure could have made the whole thing a short act by just summoning his beloved Genju Gagaia, but it wasn't time for this yet. He just loved to play with his opponents besides it would probably not even be necessary to summon the raven birds and as long as he could defeat someone by using his general abilities he refused to waste his power.
Meanwhile the smoke was gone and the two fighters were able to see each other again. The Russian seemed to have lost his good mood, since so far Mukuro hadn't even earned a scratch. "You truly are strong. This might become a difficult task." He admitted, but somehow something about this made Mukuro feel uneasy. This change in the Russian's mind was a bit too quick for his taste. He watched his opponent warily. "You don't say." He just answered activating the realm of hell. "Yes, but since I'm a paid assassin I won't stop bothering you, because of this." The Russian said again reaching into his pocket and throwing some plastic balls.
"You've done that before." Mukuro stated waiting for the smoke to hide him and then again creating an illusion to cover up his being. He charged forward to where the Russian was supposed to be attacking him once more, but then he hesitated. The Russian was wearing an oxygen mask. Why would he have to war an oxygen mask if this was just smoke?
Then two things happened at the same time. The illusionist realized that the smoke this time in fact wasn't smoke but probably some poisonous gas. The second thing was that he started to feel queasy and dizzy making him to lose control over his illusion and covering up his presence again. The Russian was just grinning at the fact that Mukuro slowly went down on his knees due to the fact that he had used some sort of narcotic within the smoke this time.
He chuckled, waiting for the smoke to fade, before he took off his mask again. "It seems like you haven't done your homework well enough, boy." He stated coming closer to the blue haired who just gave him a glare still holding the trident in his hand. "Because if you did your homework well enough you would have known I have a secret love for poisonous gas. But know, since you have underestimated me, you will suffer the consequences and I will get my money." The Russian hunkered down to be on the eye level with the boy blocking his weak attack with the trident with one of his Kindjals.
"You know the gas might already be enough to take you out, but I have to be certain. Good bye, Rokudo Mukuro." "Wait…" Mukuro mumbled feeling like he was actually drunk or on drugs. "Are you going to beg for your live?" The Russian grinned but Mukuro just chuckled weakly. "No. I was just wondering…whether I was right about the жаворонок sending for you." The Russian hesitated a second and lifted an eyebrow. He didn't know that young boy was actually able to speak some Russian. "I guess you are. But that doesn't matter anymore right now."
With these words he pushed his dagger into the other's stomach. Mukuro immediately let his trident go that fell to the ground where it shattered into pieces. It was true he hadn't known about the Russian's use of poisonous gas, but there just hadn't been enough time to gain all the information. After all he didn't want to put his Principino in unnecessary danger. Next time I will take my time, he thought falling to the cold floor.