What would you do for the one you love to have lived? If the one you held closest to your heart passed on, what would you do? That is the question that the two ask each other the most, and even so, that causes them to become enemies and fight.
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There was a sound of rough breathing, the wind was blowing, and the streets were silent. Two men were standing alone, in the middle of the road, both were hurt pretty badly, but still standing. They held their weapons to each other once more, bloodlust circulating in the air.
One of the two men was covered in scratches and bruises, the other had open scars all over his arms and torso. Perhaps wounds that hadn't closed properly and were re-opened, or maybe a result of his own ability.
"Hey," the man with the scratches and bruises called out, "What is your aim here? Why fight me like this? Can't we just talk it out, like seriously, what the helldid I do to you?"
"Hah! This isn't about what you've done to me, it never was, the one you should be asking that isn't me," The man with the opened scars replied with anger in his voice.
At that moment, he launched himself forward and aimed his daggers towards the other man, using his ability to become faster and harder to dodge. Unfortunately for him though, the other knew his moves and dodged them before kneeing him in the gut, resulting in the other falling to the ground a few feet away.
"Urgh!" he groaned before spitting a bit of blood out, "And here I was thinking that you were going to refuse to draw blood…Not so noble of yo, Huh? Mr Hero."
He was mocking the other man, trying to provoke him and get more out of him. The man standing up walked towards the one on the ground, who was currently trying to get up, he then grabbed him by the arm and lifted him to his feet.
"I never intended to draw blood, but you pushed me farther than I wanted to go," He looked towards the other with a look of sympathy, "I just want to-"
The one who had helped the other up off the ground started to say, before being socked in the jaw by the one he helped to his feet making him stumble backward, "You want to what!? You have done enough, let's get on with this!" He shouted towards the other, wanting to get to the end.
"URGHH!" the former shouted in annoyance, then ran towards the latter with his sword raised, "Is this what you want!?" he asked, teeth gritted and face scrunched with guilt.
As the "Hero" raised his sword and swung it, the "Villain" also adjusted the daggers in his hands and swung them at the "Hero." There was a clashing sound from their blades, but they just ricocheted off of one another.
"Heh," the "Villain" chuckled with a cheeky grin, then swung his daggers towards the "Hero" again with more force, making the hero block with the blade of his sword and slide back.
"Don't be getting too cocky, I'm not going to let you win, no matter what it takes," The "Hero" stated, glaring at the "Villain" with a serious expression.
"Aw, you say that but you're losing so badly right now," the "Villain" mocked, running toward the "Hero" again attacking him, "How about rather than running that disgusting mouth of yours you focus on fighting back?"
"Ho? Trying to give me advice now, are you? I appreciate the effort, but my dear, you should be focusing on helping yourself!" The "hero" jested back, dodging the attacks from the "Villain" and slashing his legs.
"Ugh," The "villain" THEN fell to the floor, clutching his calves where the "hero" cut them, "Congrats, looks like you actually able to immobilize me, my applause."
"I appreciate the sentiment, however, I think you should save your applause for when you arrive at the gates of hell," The "hero" sneered, pointing his sword at the "villain."
"My, that's quite rude of you to say, though you're probably right, I probably will arrive at those gates, and when I do I'll probably applaud them aswell," The "villain replied, shrugging his shoulders.
"Huh, well at least you now know…" The "hero" had said, making a jab towards the"villain," before continuing, "However, I'm feeling rather generous right now, so I'll allow you one final question, and a few last words, so make your choice, and quickly."
"Oh! How kind! Hahaha! I suppose I should make use of your generosity then…alright, I know what I want to ask," The "villain" replied. the "hero" then put his sword up to the man's neck to motion for him to get on with it, "I wish to know your name, and in return, I shall share mine."
"Huh? Is that really it? Alright then, my name is Sorin, and you are?" He said with a sigh, tapping the tip of his sword on the "villain's" chin.
"...Zayan, you may call me Zayan…" They sat in silence for a bit before the man continued with his final words, "As for my final lines, well…"
Then Zayan using the last of his strength, shot himself upwords and grabbed Sorin's arm, pulling his sword away from him. Sorin had seen a flash of white and green in Zayans mouth when he opened his mouth and smiled toward him. After which he grabbed Sorin's hair on the back of his head and kissed him, sticking his tongue in the others mouth and circling his little cavern.
"What-" The hero responded, pushing the villain away from him in shock.
The villain then rubbed his bottom lip with his thumb and in turn licked the rest of his lips with his tongue, before finishing with…
"See you at the gates, my darling hero."
The "hero" had started to feel pain tugging at his heart, perhaps it was from his unknown feelings of not wanting to see the villain he adored so much pass, but whatever it was he felt disappointment and sadness at the last words his precious "villain" had uttered.
The two men had stayed there for a moment, staring at each other, the hero had started to tear up, before he finally decided to raise his sword. He hesitated, but before he could follow through with his attack he felt some thing coming up in his throat, before looking up at the "villain"
Then the two men then coughed up blood, the one sitting up immediately lost his strength and lying down, and the one standing up croaked and fell to the floor, twitching, he reached toward the villain, before closing his eyes for the final time.
***
The sun was peeking through the curtains of a dark room, shining onto a bed placed, there was a long figure lying on the bed, the rays it was showing directly upon on his face.
"Mmm," The figure on the bed moaned in displeasure at the bright light raining down on him, "What the hell…"
The man sat up and slowly opened his eyes, blinking, his eyes adjusting ever so slowly. Once he could see well enough he looked around at his surroundings turning his head to glance around the room, stopping at a full-length mirror facing the bed he was lying in.
"...What is happening?... I should be dead right now," The man said, seeing his reflection in the mirror, his wounds from the last memory of his gone.
The reflection of the man showed a tall and muscular figure with wavy dirty blonde hair paired with emerald eyes, and porcelain skin. He was wearing silk pajamas that was decorated with lambs, the pajamas had fur on the cuffs of the sleeves and along his collar, and his hair was currently a mess, signaling he had just woken up from a long sleep.
The man reached his hand up the right side of his face, which used to be adorned with a large scar from a burn, that caused him to go blind in that eye, but there was no longer any sign of that being there.
Overcome with joy, he smiled the biggest smile he'd ever had on his face. He wasn't sure if he was in heaven or if he had been given another chance to start over, but he was going to make sure he never got that haunting scar again.
'This…This is great!' the man thought, 'Hm, I still have no idea of what is going on though…where's my phone?'
The man then got out of bed and went to the same side of his room that had the mirror, his phone was sitting on the dresser next to it, on the wireless charging port next to his old electronic watch.
Before picking his phone up he started reminiscing about the time he had used it, before it unfortunately broke in a fight. He quickly reminded himself of the task on hand, he picked his phone up and turned it on, then took a deep breath before opening the calendar app.
"!" His eyes widened with shock.
The date was June 6th of the year 3002, 12 years before the date of his death. He froze before cracking a smile, a smile full of happiness but also a smile due to amusment.
He had found that he'd gone back in time and that it would be of great benefit to him. He started to celebrate before realizing one thing, he'd have to start over in all of his plans. The man had no desire to change after his regression, completely dismissing it from being any sort of blessing, as this man had no belief in gods or anything whatsoever.
The man had simply thought of it as his own luck and ability working for him, he had felt that his hard work had come to fruition, and that the device he experimented to make actually worked. But even he had some doubt about that, knowing that all of his inventions had failed before.
Perhaps he'd finally found the one thing he needed, the one thing he figured out and knew the most about, even if it was the thing he loathed the most. However, he still wasn't quite sure of himself. His life before had been full of doubts, wondering if he was doing the things he needed to do to get back the one he missed the most.
'Let's stop thinking about that now,' The man thought, trying to bring himself back to his good mood, 'You're Zayan Rhory! The world's most dangerous criminal…well, in the future at least…Still! You mustn't let something like this get you down!'
As he had finished that thought and was about to go down to his kitchen to get some food, his phone rang. Zayan was taken aback to see who it was. The caller's contact name read "Stephan Harlot," a nickname that Zayan had given him. His real last name was Harlow, when Zayan had originally he had made it sound like Harlot due to his rough accent.
The two almost got into a fistfight over it, but the misunderstanding was quickly resolved. Now whenever Stephan's ID shows up on Zayan's phone he's instantly reminded of how they first met.
With shaky hands, Zayan hesitantly answered the call, "Hello?" He said, his husky voice bated with shaky breath. The reason he was so nervous was because of a certain accident a few years prior to his death.
Stephan had been shot and killed while trying to protect Zayan, his best friend and the person he trusted the most. That was at the time when Zayan's sanity took a real turn for the worst, his plans only became darker and darker after that. Eventually leading him to his death.
"Ah! Good, you picked up! Also, have you been smoking again?! I thought I'd told you to stop that shit, it'll only make your stamina worse, you dumbass!" Stephans lecturing voice rang into Zayan's ears, where Zayan gave a sigh of relief.
"Sorry, sorry, but you know it's hard to stop after you've started, so don't go getting all mad at me!" Zayan said, his voice sounding like he was mocking Stephan, due to the strong accent he had from growing up in NYC.
"HUH!? YOU BETTER NOT BE MOCKING ME YOU MORCEAU DE MERDE!" Stephan insulted Zayan, however, Zayan just started laughing. Because of Stephans strong French accent, Zayan thought he heard Stephan spit a little due to how fast he was talking.
"I wasn't mocking you, and whatever you just called me, right back at ya! Anyways what's up? You usually don't call me unless you need something," Zayan said, laughing off the insult Stephan hurled at him.
"Ugh, you nimrod, you forgot, didn't you!? We planned to go to Aizel Bar with Nikos and Koen, so you better hurry your ass up and get here as soon as possible, because I know damn well that you're not ready," He lectured, having been used to this by now and not surprised.
"Shit, that's today! I completely forgot!" He did in fact forget, it was twelve years ago, still, he raced to get ready, "Alright I'm getting ready now, see you in 15!"
"You better be there in 15 or less, otherwise I'll wring your neck through!" Stephan threatened, sighing he continued before ending the call, "Haaa, you'd be a mess if I weren't here."