Whilst it was night time, Tommy had
dozed off to lala land while Michael stayed awake, thinking about how much harder life would start to get after this.
'Yuuchirou.. I swear I'll come and find you, then kill you in the worst way possible till you- oh hey the pizza got prepared' Michael thought while getting distracted with the ping of the microwave alerting him that, infact, its pizza time..
"Mm.. pizza, ya gonna eat that?" Tommy said, apparently awakened by the smell or something; pizza did smell good after all.
"Oh sweet mother of Micah! You scared me!.. I thought you were asleep?" Michael mumbled a bit, in shock and abit grateful he didn't get a sheer heart attack from that.
"I was, before the microwave pinged and all.. ya know you shouldn't eat at night, you'll gain more fat and all.. just saying" Tommy worded out his concerns.. as he started eating the pizza himself after sitting down at a chair, plate in hand.
"So.. one, how did you just take two slices out of my hands without me noticing? Two,.. you do know I'm not human right?" Michael asked, flabbergasted that Tommy could actually do what a normal ninja can.
"Yeah well I'm a ninja-... wait...DID YOU JUST SAY YOU'RE NOT HUMAN?!" Tommy said his expression going more comical the more words that came out of his mouth; at the end he started crying anime tears.
"MICHAEL, I KNEW YOU HAD LALAZH-" Tommy started but was shushed by Michael, his sweaty.. yes, sweaty palm.
"Speak in a quiet voice, you idiot!" Michael whispered to Tommy, his eyes pleeing Tommy not to shout out another word.
"Okay okay, what do you mean by not human? I knew that being the seventh took a toll on your reputation and all but man.. you can't be buying into that sorta crap!" Tommy said, albeit a bit loud, but calm enough not to rattle them into suspicion from their neighbors.
"I'm not, really, it's just that I'm not really human.. like the race part" Michael said with his own voice calmed down.
Tommy just looked at Michael as if he'd killed his favourite dog.
Or atleast said he did.
"If you don't say sike right now... tch, you look human enough.. so why aren't you classified as one?" Tommy asked in a tinge of denial and acceptance.
Michael just lifted his right arm a little bit and started to roll up his jacket's sleeve and said-
"Just don't freak out and start yelling... even that bastard kallen can probably hear your screams from this side of the continent"
What came out after would be mortifying to most people.
"Cool! An under shirt! Or is it a black under sleeve?" Tommy asked, not understanding the situation.
Michael just looked at Tommy incredulously.
"So.. whats that got to do with you being non human?" Tommy asked after somehow eating all the pizza.
Michael didn't even care at this point.
"Well what if I.. just.. do this?" Michael said, taking a bit of a pause, as this 'black undersleeve' started to transform into a scythe's blade around the tip of his hand.
"So... what's that?"
"You know what? Forget it, forget everything.. I'm going to sleep.. for the love of Micah.. get a load of this guy" Michael responded while going back to his bed.
"So.... I'm not tired... sooo" Tommy stated as if to ask Michael something.
"No, it's way past your bed time, now go to sleep and leave me the hell alone... at least lalazhard doesn't bug me like you do" Michael mumbled while putting on his night clothes, basically, just taking off his jacket and pants.
"Come on, we were declared adults at the age of.. when did we graduate?"
Tommy started, yet forgetting where to end.
"Age:Fourteen" michael said with a low growl threatning to erupt from his mouth.
"Yeah, yeah, fourteen..that and I know you're not tired, lalazhard wouldn't let you be" Tommy said, crossing his arms at around chest level, at his stupid, in most people who'd seen them, yellow night wear.
"I'm not tired physically, just tired mentally in courtesy of your dumbass attitude" Michael said with piercing eyes as he tried for the umpteenth time just to get his blanket in correct position; and Michael didn't like not having anything in correct position.
"What's wrong with my altitude?"
Michael just scowled and in under a second, faster than the eye could see, was already fully clothed.
"Fine, what do you want?"
"Train with me!... Oi! Where are you going!?" Tommy started, only to see the site of Michael wanting to go back to bed.
"Back to bed, like seriously, I know the council put you up to this or something, those god damned bastards don't ever let me take a crap without them knowing, breathing down my neck each time, god you'd think I'm going insane.. well maybe I already was though ,since the age of ten." Michael said with a full breath.
"You don't look insane to me? And just a friendly reminder, it was the principal lady that paired us together and all" Tommy replied with a stupid grin.
'Tch, that old loli better not be messing up my retiring plan.. I'd even take it a couple years early' Michael thought, hopefully that will not be happening though.
"Fine, training, if you'll shut up, no, and why are you even asking me that?" Michael said in advance, eyes filled with a sense of mocking filled in them, his face tugged into somewhat of a smile/grin.
"Come on, just train with me.. oh and can ya show me that cool new move you were bragging to everyone at the academy... wait...argh, you know me too well don't you?"
"That I do, now move it fatass"
"I'm not fat!" The fat glutton replied.
Michael just smiled.
While he wouldn't tell this to anyone, he did infact, if very deep down, care about Tommy, his brother in arms.
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Edward had barely escaped from the one attack Michael had somehow made, killing all the three hundred or so people in his army, and gravely wounding him; his pride and all mostly but still at a physical level too.
Nearly a thousand cuts were preventing him from healing, several thousand even, so small yet so big at the same time.
Edward knew he was lucky though.
He knew he never stood a chance, not even holding a candle to his adversary's flames.
'I'll get you for this! You can count on this you damned lizard! I'll kill you and regain my honor, for once and for all!
I'll find and finish you.. Crimson Knight'
At that, the limped Edward started to chuckle a bit, spitting a bit of blood out, and almost certainly thinking about ending the man who'd been able to nearly kill him all those times, back to back.
He would end his rival, once and for all, because if not, his name wouldn't be Edward Brawn, Holder of the Sacred Two tailed lion.
At that thought he just passed out from the blood loss, unable to have his beast flood him with energy to heal, something Michael had blocked.
'I'll get you...'
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"-Crimson knight? Or was it night?" Tommy rambled on as Michael's concentration began to falter, creating an instability in the blue-ish black-ish orb he'd made.
"Oh would you just shut up and let me concentrate already? And its the Crimson knight, NOT night!" Michael said with an angry and annoyed look on his face, the orb vanishing, cutting his hand a bit; evident by the blood pouring off of his hand and the black sludge/goop moving to heal it.
Michael didn't even wince at the cut.
"Ugh, what did you just blab around this time?" Michael asked, 'poshly' indicating that yes, infact, he hadn't been paying any attention to Tommy.
"Why ARE you called the crimson night though? Like I get that your sword killed a lot of people the last time you were here but.. Crimson knight? You dont seem to wear armour?"
"One, it's CRIMSON KNIGHT, k,n,i,g,h,t got it?, and two, to answer that...-" Michael still dumbfounded that this guy was the 'top class' graduate from the academy.
Suddenly, a black and red knight appeared by Michael's side, it had a simple armour lay out, though common sense would have told Tommy that this was just one of it's several forms.. too sad Tommy doesn't have common sense.
"Ooh! Is that a stand!?" Tommy asked, his eyes glinted with stars, somehow appearing, indicating that he thought it was 'cool'.
"Yes this is a-..no... why did I even almost say that?"
"Oh oh! I know, this is a stand, something only other stand users can see! Except for when they don't! And something only stands can harm! Except for when they don't! ..So does that mean that I'm a stand user?!" Tommy asked, breaking the fourth wal-
"Ya know, like from that anime, jijis normal adventure anime or something?"... forget it
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A cloaked figure with an animal mask representing 'the spider' came along, trodding carefully.
It walked around Edwards seemingly motionless body.
"The S.E.D Foundation will reward me graciously for taking you, Edward Brawn" the figure smirked before chuckling.
"So, little lizard, it would appear that you're here as well... stay safe... for now"
And with that the figure in the dark vanished with Edwards Body.
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After a few minutes of consistently being able to create a 'mini blackhole' as Tommy in accurately called it.
The only reason Michael could create the ball of pressurised 'dark energy' and maintain sharpness at the edges with it imploding on his hand was because of another doppelgänger by his side, maintaining the sharp blue, pulsating lines that would shred anything apart.
"So.. what is that?" Tommy asked
The doppelgänger replied, in perfect sync with the original.
"What's what?" 2x.
"God damn it, I'll never get used to soul clones talking at the same time" the original mumbled as the 'soul clone' grunted in response-
"Thats only because I'm too lazy to make them talk by themselves...wait..."
"That's..wierd.. I've never seen one of them talk about something different at the same time!" Tommy said while he also marveled at the 'mini blackhole'.
"Yeah... looks like the key is to put only a bit of my consciousness into them.. well, this should be enough" Michael said as the clone vanished into thin air.
After about ten seconds, it was proved that he could hold the 'mini blackhole' with it messing up his hand like the last few tries.
He still had a bit of the black sludge type thing healing his hands from the cuts he'd gotten.
"So, it takes two to make it, but one to hold it stable.. hmm... do you think I could do that?" Tommy said somewhat smartly and curiously.
"Again, the answer is no, I've found out that 'that' dark energy is infact exclusive to me, and those soul clones? They'll rip you apart if you don't have enough control, or in my case, don't have a giant red lazy excuse of a lizard tied to my soul.. I've heard what happens to people who over use this, they say two is all they need for the average person to risk snapping their soul in half"
Michael said, dissipating the orb and placing his right hand, which looked to be wearing black gloves due to the poor lighting and sludge on his hand, on his chin.
"Huh, now that's a first, Lalazhard's not complaining about calling him out on his lameness" Michael thought outloud with a somewhat smirk plastered on his face.
"So.. when are we taking back army's fedrora?"
"Starting from tommorow-" Michael replied, with a grin on his face and with his hand stretched outwards-
"Partner"