paixaorpg | Contrasting Sides of a Coin. [completed]

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Contrasting Sides of a Coin. [completed]

Character(s): Dark Mousy, Anti X.
Content: When Dark meets Anti X, chaos ensues. D:
Setting: Boiler Room of Savage Garden.
Time: Saturday afternoon.
Warnings: None as of yet.

There was never anything entertaining to do in the Boiler Room... and if there was, Dark was probably much too exhausted to think of a single thing, not like he would have the energy to be active anyway. The only thing he could do was waiting for something to stop by... maybe then would he find his enthusiasm back. Being alone with his (still) sleeping pet gets a tad boring after a while, and this has been going on for nearly a week. He couldn’t take it any longer.

Dark had his back leaned against the slightly warm bars of his ‘confinement,’ his bare skin now adapted to the former burning sensation every time he touched the steel. The climate of the room was immensely hot, but being stuck in the place (unwillingly) for that amount of time made him adjust to the different atmosphere quite easily.. but hell, the thought of how it’d feel outside gave him a little chill as he remembered how cold it was out there when he was at the Niflheim gate. Ah, he missed the outside...

...and his clothes.

Of course, all of his clothes had been destroyed from whatever reason... not like he would want to wear a smelly junk anyway. All he had on was boxers... and it feels slightly uncomfortable remaining semi-nude for this long. Hell, it wasn’t “uncomfortable,” it was humiliating... for him, as the legendary phantom thief.

At least no one really knew who the “legendary phantom thief” was. He was safe from humiliation. For now.

Still~... it bothered him knowing that the chance of people forgetting his existence was at a high rate. The more he thought about it, the more he wanted to just get the hell out of there... even if he really had no idea how.

Huh. Some company would be so useful right now.

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Speaking of which, perhaps some company was better avoided.

The all too familiar pooling darkness found its crevice to the center of the room, stretching up from the ground in ugly swirls until it mended and materialized Anti X's body.

A bloody body that is - The essence of many whom just perished from life only hours ago by this fiend's own angry will, coloring his hands and sleeves. Over all, the rest could have been judged as a normal boy.

As golden eyes opened to the area around them, they were as cold as ever, giving away no signs to how crooked the tracks in that demented unstable mind worked. Calculatingly, they took in the hot springs and rocky decor, paying no mind to the sent of another body as the creature's own remained stoic.

Clues to tearing down Axel had never been such a hassle.

And suddenly, the room stinks of copper. Not just any type of copper, like the ones you see on that of a penny... but blood. Wiz’s nose twitched as well as his own, his wrinkling up as a frown gradually crept upon his features.

Well now, looks like he wasn’t alone anymore. Someone was behind him, outside of his cage.

For a moment, Dark wondered who this person might be. His first guess was Zexion, but for some reason, it seemed a bit... off. The lack of ability to pinpoint exactly what was off deepened his glower.

Then, there was silence. Huh, another strange factor. If this person happened to be Zexion, then he would have spoken moments ago. His head tilted to a side as he raised his left hand to scratch his scalp in confusion. ‘Who the hell is this person?!’, he thought to himself, but dared not look behind him.

“So, uh,” he started rather pathetically. Dark must have searched through his entire head to find out what to say next, but couldn’t. Oh well, to hell with that saying, ‘curiosity killed the cat.’ He turned his head around to face the newcomer, arching his eyebrow as he (kinda) found out who the blood-reeking other was; a boy.

Unable to hold his mouth back, he spoke. “What the hell is a little boy doing in here?” Dark said, powerless to manage the disbelief of his voice.

“So, uh,”

Sharp eyes snapped to attention, giving the one who was responsible for the sound a dark - and then an almost comical - flat look.

The sight, to say the least, was hardly even threatening. It almost made Anti X snort.

When the scum in the cage turned to address him with a face surprised, it only sparked mild enough interest in drawing the boy closer to the metallic barriers, stoic expression never faltering.

“What the hell is a little boy doing in here?”

Little boy? It was lucky Anti X's obsessed mind on finding Axel clouded this possibility of the words being an insult.

"Where is Axel."

He spoke, firm and demanding. It was wise to answer the monstrosity, as even hiding behind bars of iron wouldn't stop this shadow from another blood fest.

Dark had been paying too much attention to the boy’s young features to notice the blood-drenched body. Sure, he smelt the blood, but he didn’t actually became aware of the stains of crimson. Well, that’s another thing that you don’t see everyday. He was definitely sure that this ‘boy’ was not your average kid. He’d have to keep that in mind if he was going to communicate with the newcomer.

However, if it was one thing that he couldn’t stand most, it would be when someone shoves his inquires to a side to ask their own. In this boy’s case, not only did he ignored his question, but he also (arrogantly) demanded something.. in which he really had no answer to.

Dark’s left eye twitched; a sign of bad omen. This guy will bring him no good. Maybe the best solution was to play along with him, pretending to side along with him. But damn, doing that would be hard, since he already hated the other. No one speaks that way to the legendary phantom thief!

He forced his mind to focus back in the scene. Right. So, Axel? He heard of that name before... well, not actually heard of it, but seen it. He wasn’t sure whether it was on instant message or chatroom, but he had seen it somewhere. “Axel?” He repeated, placing a hand on his chin as he mocked a thinking expression. It wasn’t even half a minute before he shrugged lazily. “Dunno who it is. Sorry to disappoint you, kiddo~” he said, grinning a little.

Dark still kept that mental note in mind that one wrong word would cost him his life. For all he knew, he could’ve screwed that up already, if the newcomer was offended by his continuous name calling.

But still, knowing who this “Axel” was without remembering so was annoying him so. Where did he saw that name?!

The odd human before him was no where near interesting right now. In fact, nothing about this place was. Axel had been here, the creature knew that much, saw it in the man's shadow. But apparently he hadn't come back.

Strange.

"Your eyes speak in half truth." Anti X narrowed his own, gaze studying the figure.

Whether or not this one could give him answers he wanted, the shadow hybrid stuck around for sheer simplicity of feeling like it.

"Axel does touch a memory. Tell me."

Huh. The whole Axel thing was still bothering him. Dark scanned through all of his memory of being in Paixao with a hope of figuring out who or what "Axel" is.

But hell, all he could come up with was chats, kidnapping, and cages. Not much happened; it was disappointing. If he had a wish before he dies of boredom, he'd hope Zexion would go to hell for torturing him like this. Of course, Dark would go to heaven for being the victim of it all. Then again, he wasn't really human. So... who cares?

So there goes the chances of him ever seeing Axel. That meant he must have seen it in a chat or something pretty like that.

Oh, right. The random chat room! Now he finally remembered. That "Axel" guy was Zexion's butt-buddy, of course he should remember.

Dark's thoughts were interrupted as the stranger spoke. He lifted his head a little, facing directly at the boy, smirking slightly. Well, he's kinda cute... minus the creepy tone of voice and all the blood. Maybe the boy had a rough childhood; he didn't know. Maybe he was just cutting meat, the next iron chef! ..Again, he didn't know.

"Aren't you a bright one?" Thought that sounded like sarcasm, he was actually serious. It was amazing how the boy could guess the whole memory thing. "Well, I'll tell you what I know," Dark sighed. But hey, if he was so desperate to know where "Axel" was, he might as well use that to his full advantage... right? "It's kinda hot in here though, cutie boy. Help me escape and I'll tell you. Deal?"

Dark had always liked bargains and little games.

And the thinking gears were ticking, he could see it in the eyes. The mirror to the soul.

Being a shadow, Anti X was naturally an observer. Having moved with someone all his life, mimicking and knowing why, aswell as how they were doing it was his specialty. Predicting physical moves came to him easily, but mental.. The eyes told the sadist what he needed to know.

Cocking his head slightly, he eyed the bars at the deal before flicking em back up to the stranger's own with a smirk.

"A promise?"

If thoughts could be read, Dark would've responded with a 'tch.' Dark himself had his fair share of shadowing himself... since he really didn't have his own body. He was a spirit, watching the world in the eyes of his host. It was pretty lonely, yes, but he also got to take over the body every now and then... and honestly, he enjoyed every moment of it. He liked walking on his own feet.

Now that he got his own body, he was captured, unfortunately for him. He hated seeing freedom but not being able to reach it. It was annoying beyond recognition, which was the case, actually.

Luckily for him, it looked as if the boy had loosened up a bit already. Just a bit. The smirk was still a tad freaky, but he could deal with that.

"Yep, a promise!" he cheered. "Want to pinky promise that, just in case?" Hey, he couldn't help it.

Anti X's gaze grew wary. That was the second time today.

"I don't like colors." He simply repeated. Again, he didn't care what a pink promise was, but simply nodded as the one before him signed the invisible contract.

In a quick motion, the creature's hands emitted curls of smog and converted to black as sharp claws barely had the time to extract before taking a swipe - a movement that might as well have never occurred as if you blinked, you missed it.

Although it ridiculed his true speed, it still was enough to do the job and a second later, the cage's whole front bars fell out rather comically in clean cuts.

The stranger was free, but not free of pending death did he answer wrong.

"Tell me what you know. Then make your own way out - You've been many places, you won't have a problem."

Well, that was strange. The kid have never heard of a pinky promise! How cute. "Wait~ It has nothing to do with colors! Pinky pr--!!" he would've finished what he was going to say if he wasn't so amazed at the sudden racket of the metals... and it only took him a few blinks to realize that the front of the cage was broken. ...! He was free!

...Only not really. There was still that matter of getting out of the forest. Damn Paixao.

"...Uh." Dark blinked a few times again. "Jeez. What other tricks could you do besides appearing outta nowhere and freeing prisoners?"

He shrugged, insuring that Anti X need not to answer to that rhetorical question, not that the other would answer anyway. He didn't seem as the type. Meanwhile, the former phantom thief pushed himself from the bars he was leaning on, stepping outside the cage for the first time (as a human). He stretched, grinning widely.

"Anyways... look," he said, his sudden change of voice hinted that he was trying to be serious. "I was caught here while I was knocked out. So~, I really have no idea how to get outta here..." He sighed.

This was sure going to be difficult... trying to make such a stiff necked boy understand the situation. But of course, he was the legendary phantom thief (as rambled many times before), he will find a way out no matter what! However, he must admit that doing this was much more harder than cross dressing and acting like a girl... That made him shook as he remembered back then.

"So! I guess I need to introduce you to the 'pinky promise' gig," Dark said, his previous intense expression leaving into a happy go lucky one. "If you get me out of this forest, I'll tell you every thing I know, okay?" he repeated before grabbing hold of Anti X's right hand, using a second to hook his own pinky with the stranger's. Wow, this was the second time he had to do this already. But hey! He was getting something out of it, so it didn't matter much.

"Deal?" He gave the pinky a little tug. "Deal!" ..and he quickly untangled his finger away from the boy before he could get killed for it. Still, he had that grin on him. "It doesn't really mean anything; I guess it's just something that people do... for.. something. Just a fancy way, I think?" Even Dark wasn't sure why people did it. "...But! What do you say? Get me out of this forest?"

As expected, Anti X hadn't said a thing. Golden eyes watching every move, alert as the figure stepped out. Waiting and expecting was weighing heavy on him, patience playing a delicate part as his level of it was slim to none.

And then the sac of life before him did something displeasing.

The creature's eyes darted down on edge, adrenaline getting ready to spring and rip this petty whole hand off for touching him. NO one touched him, and Anti X's defenses sprung up higher when the other squeezed and...

...Let go?

This did not make sense to him, and by now the boy could care less if the malice and hostility shown in his eyes and stance - the only reason he hadn't lunged was the line. It'd been signed and set.

But one more move that invaded the shadow's personal space and that piece of scum would get it.

"Don't touch me." He warned, still not getting it nor honestly giving a flying fuck. "Don't EVER touch me. I'll kill you."

It was almost hissed, but still calmly addressed, letting the other know that Anti wasn't one to fuck around. And if the useless flesh before him didn't understand this, that would be its problem.

"I don't care for fancy, keep it. And I don't care for extended deals. You're out, rely on yourself."

There was no real logical explanation as to why the hybrid's mood suddenly went sour. Perhaps it was the seeming dependence the other was showing that irritated him - Not to mention, weaklings made him sick. Anti X owed no one nothing, and never again would any weight be put on his back. He did what he wanted now, and right this moment he wanted answers.

"Now, Spit it. Or I'll spit your insides out to your face, one by one.. Bloody like I like it."

Fingers extracted back to claws for emphasis, body beginning to emit curls of black.

The Anger was present again, and apparently didn't really need any valid reasons or provocation for it just to be in this sick demented mind.

The stranger just didn't understand, outsiders would never understand.

Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed, huh?

Dark rolled his eyes, lips hilling into a wry, mocking pout. "Feisty, aren't we~?" Dark muttered, but quickly shrugged it off. "Well, our deal is not quite complete! So it wouldn't be fair if I tell you now, huh?" he sneered, but replaced it with an arrogant look soon after.

With a wink, he leaped on top of his caged, balancing himself upon there so that he won't fall off. "Wiz~!" Dark called, and automatically, his 'pet' woke up from his sleep and hopped on to his shoulder. "Tran—wait. No magic here."

...Fuck.

That attitude had been aggravating and insulting, causing the decision that the line had been crossed. This one shall die.

But later. At the moment, Anti X merely smirked, attitude doing a total 180. So he was demented, twisted and messed up in the head, but it didn't mean this creature wasn't a genius. Did he know patience? Perhaps. But one thing he knew well, was long term suffering.

As fast as light itself, the shadow was behind Dark, teeth already sinking into the latter's shoulder before realization could even process.

And just as fast, was gone in dissipation.

Let the cocky stranger think he was safe. No one upper-handed or told Anti X what to do. Let the poison of his existence seep into unknowing veins and cause the wound to infect and slither itself to the mind.

Once Dark had the answers Anti X wanted, let him find the creature himself in exchange for the cure, as well as finding back his own Sanity.

After all, invoked Schizophrenia was never pretty.

It didn't take long after his little mental crisis that the felt the teeth sinking in deep on his shoulder, causing him to gasp incoherently. The stranger was so fast that he didn't have time to shove him away. He growled as he used one hand cover the bitten area, brows furrowing fiercely. "What the hell was that?!" he demanded, all sense of joy disappearing.

"...ugh. All right! I'll tell you what you need to know, then, jeez," Dark gasped, breath slightly hitched. "That.. ugh, Axel guy. He was in a hotel with someone... bu-but.. that's about a d-day ago.. Since Paixao don't have that many hotels... that should be--nn!--easy for you... oww..." The man was at semi-mercy, but still won't give up yet. "So tell me! What did you give me—...no way. RABIES?"

Dark swayed slightly before falling flat on the ground, from the top of the bar to the surface of the ground. He was unconscious.

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