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Post by Neku Sakuraba on Apr 30, 2012 7:53:47 GMT -5
I had tracked him here, an isolated lot surrounded by the web of the Labyrinth.
I liked this place, empty, secluded, a good end to the hunt and a good place to keep away from prying eyes.
Thoughts come more easily now, organized, clear and cold, not the mad[/u]nes[/b]s[/i][/u] that threatened to consume and overwhelm.
With clarity comes violence, though, and focus doesn't necessarily mean human.
On a field of war, humanity is a weakness I cannot afford.
I could not defeat Angel with humanity.
Only a beast could destroy a beast.
But I had promised not to destroy him. FOr her, I would not kill the traitor.
Only for her sake would I not give him what he deserved.
He was waiting for me. I smile, and if I were a demon, I'd be baring fangs.
But I'm no demon. So I simply smile, wide and threatening, and the force claws erupt around my hands, fiery silhouettes sharp enough to cut steel.
I know. I've done it before.
But I can't kill him, so I won't. I remind myself of that one more time as I wait for him to make the first move.
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Apr 30, 2012 17:36:42 GMT -5
He steadies himself as he waits for Neku to catch up and when he does he recieves a smile, its neither kind nor sane to him and he's oddly reminded of Namine's explanations of his own moments. But he shakes his head, letting himself slip into the role, letting his body tense and mind relax.
"Took ya long enough," He smirks and reaches into his pocket, he may have been required earlier to leave his sword at home, but he never leaves with out a knife in case he runs into trouble... And this was trouble, plus, no matter what his instincts tell him, his teeth and nails won't be much help. He grips the blade's hand, sending a glare over to where the orange haired male stands. "C'mon punk, I ain't got all night." Besides, he'll be getting an ear full soon enough.
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Post by Neku Sakuraba on May 1, 2012 10:35:17 GMT -5
It's strange. Somehow, a combination of Namine's influence and the run here has turned the flaming rage pouring through my veins into icy fury that, to me, is even more terrifying.
But I'm still a passenger here, a backseat presence to that anger that moves me.
My terrible smile pulls back a little more, because he was disturbed by it, and secretly, that makes me grin more.
I stand my ground.
"Really, then?" asks my voice, an amused and wicked whisper speaking through it as claws flex around human hands. I raise a hand, beckoning him with a taunting motion. "Then why don't you get this over with, kitten?"
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on May 1, 2012 18:14:31 GMT -5
His ears twitch up at the word kitten, his muscles relaxing before he shakes his head, clearing it of the fog that had befallen his mind suddenly. With a low hiss he stalks forward, timing himself, yet not thinking about the timing at all. As if he's unsure what he's going to do. Part of him voting for tossing the blade into Neku's skull and turn tail. The other half shouting at him to pounce, to rip, to tear, to dominant, to own this jerk off! But he knows on a conscious level that planning and rushing aren't good ideas in this situation. The only thing he does know is that he's not going to lose, if he does he'll lose the only person he truey loved and is loved back by. So he just closes in the space, watching Neku like a hawk.
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Post by Neku Sakuraba on May 2, 2012 7:00:48 GMT -5
He doesn't fall for the obvious bait, so at least he's not stupid as well as evil.
He does close distance, though; as soon as I'm in range to strike, I do, claws force lashing out, almost faster than I can see, to rake across his sneer.
Then I'm moving, leaping, pushing off the ground so it's almost like I"m flying,, turning in the air landing behind him; then my body lashes out on its own, raking my claws out towards his back before retreating again.
This speed, this power, it's greater than I've ever felt before, but only because I'd never known it was even possible.
I loved every minute of it, even as I struck at him a third time,[/b] then dashed back out of range.
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on May 2, 2012 19:28:32 GMT -5
He jerks back when Neku lashes out the first time, the claws created from the other's force just missing him by centimeters. Before he can react he feels something sharp on his back and registers pain, not as intense as it could be, but enough to piss him off. With a snarl he whirls around and brings the knife cutting through the air, aiming to at least even the playing field, A good stab at the brat will do! But neyond that he doesn't really thing as he attempts to cut Neku once, twice, thrice, and then a fourth time. Each attempt wilder and more deadly in aim as the last.
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Post by Neku Sakuraba on May 2, 2012 20:58:55 GMT -5
It's just so effortless, dodging his pathetic attacks with unsettling ease.
The fourth strike digs a thin slice across my arm as I dodge to the side, barely too slow to avoid it. My mind takes hold of him, pushing him backwards as I dig in with claws of force.
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on May 3, 2012 14:49:47 GMT -5
He lets out a yowl, falling backwards and being ripped into. Like fire spreading through his system he registers the pain this time with full, blunt force. He drops the knife and with it what little humanity he has in his body. He pushes, with his mind and body, against the force he faces. Lashes out with fists, claws with nails, and even aims a few killing bite with his teeth. In every sense of the word he's a wounded animal, just fighting to survive.
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Post by Neku Sakuraba on May 4, 2012 13:59:48 GMT -5
Part of me, the part of me that spoke in dark whispers, knows this is over; a wounded animal is dangerous, but uncontrolled. Angel was no longer a serious threat to me.
I let him rake me, dodging only enough to prevent a serious wound; a blow to his pride - showing he is not worth the effort.
I don't know where this all comes from, knowledge that I shouldn't have but is as natural as breathing, straight from the dark recesses of my mind...
Instinct.
I send him backwards again, away from me, force gathering around me, more than I could ever call before, and I growl low, placing a foot on his chest.
"Give up," says my voice, arrogance in it and in my posture. "I've won."
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on May 5, 2012 12:54:05 GMT -5
Angel lands on thw ground, pinned and struggles up until he hears Neku speak. His yellow gaze snapping onto the other, brightening and his ears perk up to face forward. A sad smile comes onto his face, "You may have won the battle... But it will take a lifetime to win the war." He doesn't say this with spite or cruelity, but with a wiseness of one whom has been experiencing what hes saying for a long time. "You've been warned and..."
He lets out a controlled breath before looking to the side, "Will you just get rid of me so I don't have to watch over you as well, I'm sick and tired of this." He shifts about and then rolls his eyes. "Either let me up or do something!!!" He hisses to himself as he waits.
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Post by Neku Sakuraba on May 5, 2012 13:38:06 GMT -5
I don't want to let him go.
I have to. But I don't want to.
An inner battle rages for a moment in my mind, but my foot returns to the ground, and my arms cross, the force fading. I aim my best death glare at Angel from eyes completely green.
"Don't tempt me," I say, my voice finally mine to control again. "There's nothing I'd like better than to kill your sorry ass."
I close my eyes, then look away. "But y'know what? I can't do that. Because for some reason, some goddamn incomprehensible, irrational reason, Namine wants me to keep you alive."
I look back at him again. "YOu get me? THe only reason you're even here right now is because Namine's a far better person than you've ever deserved. Because she sees something worthwhile in you. What that something might be, God only knows, but it saved your life." I turn away, starting to walk off, then pause.
"Remember that, Angel. And if there's ever a next time we have to do this? You won't be so lucky again."
Then I walk away without another look back.
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on May 8, 2012 10:29:57 GMT -5
He watches Neku go and then he stands, stretching and wincing as he does, "Man, why do I always end up the punching bag?" He then pulls out his cell and dials a number before hanging up, knowing the message will be known and he'll be feeling better in about twenty four hours. So he exits the area with his head down and a low hiss escaping his lips every now and again.
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