paixaorpg | Wise men Wonder while Strong men Die [Open]

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Wise men Wonder while Strong men Die [Open]

Character(s): Anti X, Saix
Content: Anti X returns to his masterpiece, meaning to find the added extra stroke of blue and black to the canvas; Saix.
Setting: Center of Paixao
Time: Saturday Night
Warnings: Bloody gore-ish Scenery, Anti X

It was the tricky things such as these that sundered the insides of the devil's mind. The existence as a whole and its purpose; the question of why.

Every human fell prey to it. But he was not human, he was an Experiment gone wrong. A shadow brought to life from dark powers, and given a face from injections of light. So why did the question keep trying to dominate him? Why did it break apart the few delicate pieces of understanding his subsistence allowed him, and scattered everything so far away out of reach it was a struggling battle to even remember his own name every now and then, forcing doubts to any of its truths?

Why did he care? Why had he even the ability to?

He didn't. It was all in the mind. Everything, everyone, their words - it was all in his mind. None in a sense of delusion, but in a sense of where they resided after imageries and sounds long faded, where they could still be brought up and seen - Inside his mind. The trickmaster to it all. The crevice that never ceased to tease him, taunt him of reaching so close to comprehensions but corrupt and disfigure it in poisons of hate, pulling away the right puzzle piece the second a blind reach is made for it.

Why...?

Axel was appearing again.

Barricades of fire almost obscured the creature's vision until it was reminded the source wasn't real, but seen from inside. He wanted it gone nonetheless - would actually claw in his own eyes if it meant to rid him of it all. It was long time now, excessively overdue that the bright horrid light of the fire was to be put out and destroyed, gone from his reflective optics. Dead. But would that answer everything?

Would it really?

No... At least, he didn't think so. Did someone? Did anyone know the answers? Did he even trust anyone enough to believe their voice?

Ah. That face in his mind... Yes.

Which is what brought Anti X back to the grave of the slaughtered - his masterpiece - as the essence of his instincts pulled him to this place after having called out to the man in his vision's shadow. A connection which only existed from remembrance of the mutual understanding, and what had been allowed in the latter's eyes; The man had probably wanted to be found again.

The mutilations, Anti X noticed passively after re-materializing, still polluted the center, the putrid air having had evolved into a new level of foul copper and soured death - but it bothered the shadow in the least, not even a glimpse of care ever being visible in his nature to the sight, feet carelessly stepping on tainted flesh towards the hooded figure ahead.

Saix had to have the answers.

The creature decided the Moon Demon Man had to know how it was all going to end.

[ooc: This piece was shaky on purpose, as you can see, Anti X's mind is not really all too stable. It's alright if understanding this was hard, it was probably just as difficult for him. D:]

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The difficulties that the night produced meant nothing to the hooded figure who floated listlessly over the bodies, stopping only to kneel over and take a bloodied limb into consideration with horrifically gentle hands before meandering off again. He had repeated the measure for every cooling corpse for what felt like an eternity, yet patience had always been a kind friend that kept this reaper precise and therefore constant.

By the time night had fallen those gloved hands were bathed in the layers of red of a thousand victims. And it was to say that the ends of those deep shades of blue that poked from the hood was also smeared with blood. Yet the Nobody paid no mind to any of it. Was he supposed to care? It didn't seem all too necessary...

Though even then the description of 'layers' felt so underrated to the true stench that emanated from these befallen cadavers, these once possible subjects for experimentation. One couldn't do much to a body already mutilated beyond identification. The sight of it all was enough to coax a small smile every once in a while. For the creatures of light and darkness were always forced to cease at least sometime in infinity. The same fate as a Nobody.

It didn't matter what their specific affinity was; it was all the same when they were dead. Ceasing to exist.

But until the time came for him to share his last breath, he would continue to walk amongst the living and the dead to conjoin the two in a matured bridge destined to collapse into the river.

Night had fallen far too soon, temporarily halting a more thorough measurement of the number of bodies that resided around him. By then he had returned to the center of the diluted circle partially washed out by the sporadic drizzling. Yet it still remained, stepping inside these boundaries and looking to the clouded sky.

... If he sensed Anti's presence, Saïx made no notion to reveal it, posture elegant in contradiction to the scenery around him.

Though one shouldn't have been surprised if the Nobody had expected the latter to come all along.

"You." Was all the greeting that was uttered from the shadow hybrid as he halted behind Saix, a questioning look slowly thrown to the sky above to where the man might have been gazing despite him being unable to see it.

The sky had shifted its clouds vaguely, leaving eye to twinkling objects that Anti hadn't the name of. It made him cringe, their mere light offensive. Why were they even needed in the--?
Never mind. That question didn't matter right now, and shifting golden irises back down to the Nobody's frame, he wasted no time in getting to the real ones he came here for.

"Why am I this..." Anti X started rather harshly, scattered thoughts rushing to wove back together and depict the right speech pattern. It was harder than the creature assumed, but he knew the Moon Demon would understand.

However, after a short lived pause, the boy simply lost to frustration and gave up, asking bluntly with mild anger laced in his voice - the one word that haunted him, refusing to allow Anti X peace.

"Experiment?"

He didn't turn when Anti 'greeted' him simplistically, far too immersed at the fake Moon that lingered in the sky. It wasn't as beautiful as Kingdom Hearts, but Saïx would have to pick up the pieces given to him and slide them together for his own personal interpretation. He supposed it was enough to reward a meager sense of temporary content...

The Nobody's amber eyes slid from the sky and he finally turned to gaze at the boy, glowing passively in the Night; the only other source of light in this Darkness.

...

"You were 'created' not just from treachery. But also irrationality. And complete foolishness." It was blunt, yet even that silk voice wavered somewhat at the word 'creation'. It was a detestable word, but there was no lie; in the end Anti was nothing more than just matter wasted for a sloppy revenge. Could there possibly be more attached? Heh, Saïx was unsure if Axel could decipher any farther than brash knowledge.

"I will not lie to you: I do not favor Axel's motives, and so I do not favor your existence. However..." His eyes didn't turn away. "These words are not my own. I simply depicted them from Axel’s rambling. And from what’s given to me I can only make out that you were ‘made’ out of spite to experiment and see whether or not you were able to annihilate my Superior and that alone. A selfish reason, is it not?”

Even as he spoke of this Saïx did not step back from the boy, showing no sense of fear, nor any sense of relief at his presence. There was nothing but indifference etched on his face; how he had always since viewed life around him. Lethargy.

“Do these answers please you? Or were they too blunt for your liking?”

To say the least, the shadow avoided eye contact.

Those answers were indeed blunt, and what he was looking for personal knowledge, but nothing ever said it would make him feel... something. The creature couldn't know what to describe it, but it was hollow and unsatisfying in his already heartless chest. Distasteful rather, and he sneered.

"Selfish might it be, I can still annihilate your Superior." Whether it was a dish up of pride or angry testing, the shadow himself didn't know - but the new word was fresh on his tongue, and he liked it.

It didn't matter anymore what the other would say, Anti X decided he felt care slip as something cracked when their golden hues made contact. And twisting his attitude right around, got cocky.

"What were you created from? Boredness? Did your Master ever say?"

Childish, maybe. The boy was seething and there were no life left around to kill, the next option was a second favorite; Testing boundaries - as he didn't quite feel to run off just yet. Saix was an interesting one, after all.

Even more interesting if he could snap...

Although the man did finally answer what Anti searched in him all along: his personal opinion on the creature's being. Whether the answer appeased the hybrid or not however, was pushed aside for later pondering. What occupied importance now was how far this Demon Man would take it.

And how much frustration Anti X could release in inviting violence before receiving it.

"I'm very aware of that fact," Saïx calmly brought his hand to his face, dully admiring the sheen of blood that dribbled and dripped down the sleeve of his coat. "You were made for the position, were you not? Axel would have been pleased."

As previously stated before, the Nobody did not care at all for friendship. And in many cases friendships were built from lies. To 'beat around the bush' persay, was nothing more than just a waste of breath and gave way to lack of respect of a person's intentions. So one might have to ask: did Anti want the truth? Or did he strive for what he wanted to hear?

Saïx did not answer Anti's heated question right away, almost as if he hadn't heard the question asked at all. Idly, the Nobody pressed the tip of a bloodied finger against his lips, pulling away a moment afterwards and licked off whatever stubbornly stuck on. A concoction of death. A Bloody Mary taken literally. Whichever.

"A Nobody is 'created'" Again Saïx showed distaste for the word. "When the Heart is cast away from the body and soul, leaving a vessel at its absence. Though it could also form through artificial means, such as yourself. However, the reason as to why I am one is unimportant. For in the end, our fate is always the same."

Axel's name on the man's lip earned him a hiss. "Pleased he's not, and I am."

Fists bunched up to that, a slight twitch situating itself to the boy's face. Axel would be miserable and trapped in his own web of treachery once Anti was done with him. He'd dismember the redhead alive and feed him his own rudely mute eyes, laughing as if he had the heart to.

...But then what? After goals were achieved and done, what was the shadow to do then?

Pondering it had not much time to process, keen eyes suddenly tracked on the Nobody's gesture, following the appendage to his lips. Involuntarily, a shiver transpired throughout his body, the blood attractive on such pale skin.

"I won't die..." Anti X tried to go on arrogantly after Saix's explanation, but it was useless, the train of thought along with his resolve dissolving like sand to hard pelting rain when the craving flooded up his stomach.

Enough.

Without further word or warning, the shadow's ghostly speed moved to its own accord and closed the distance between himself and the man in a tenth of a second, suppressed shivers becoming too difficult to conceal as an eager mouth wasted no time in bending forward to expose a pink tongue against the bloodied digits.

One might have agreed Anti X had nerve, but caring was nonexistent to the being at the moment, lavishing in the taste of sweet copper and a tinge of something else... most likely from the leather gloves accentuating the delicacy.

An almost animalistic low purr reverberated from the creature's chest as wet lips closed over the now saliva slicked finger, lapping the rest of the blood selfishly. It was as if the world had gone, and all there was left was the simple bliss of tasting; instincts knowing full well not to bite.

If the Nobody was to pull away now, Anti X might very well kill him for it just to drink more - the mind was lost.

Whatever the boy was trying to explain was no longer noticed by the apathetic Nobody, or maybe it was just the simple action of ignoring. What he spoke was what he knew purely from fact alone, and it was obvious that Saïx was objective with his answers, even if he might deem them as 'his opinion'. So in the end it was as if Anti's words held no importance, as painful as the truth was. But alas, lost causes were never meant to care in the first place. Either of them.

Concluding that Anti was merely talking to himself, Saïx took a single step back to leave the bloody circle barren again, almost as if motioning that this meeting had ended. Yet it was far from over when his fingers were suddenly held captive by the boy's dribbling mouth. But unlike most, he remained as impassive to these sickening acts.

One might have also deemed Anti as nothing more than a hypocrite, hateful for any contact from anyone and yet practically grinding the inside of his moistened mouth over those refined fingertips. It was enough to coax a series of maddening laughter from anyone with a sadistic sense of humor.

Saïx merely continued to watch this onslaught.

"I was saving that."

When the taste dulled, it panicked the shadow into realizing the digit was clean, and desperately sent his tongue boldly skating over the man's chest to the essence of red tinting blue hair. He was up on his toes now, fists clinging into the black robe frantically.

Anti X was perhaps a hypocrite, but the word or understanding of such a noun didn't exist in his vocabulary. Touching and human contact were indeed something the hybrid was anal of, but like the rest of his actions: Anti felt like it. And that alone justified everything.

It was intuitively confirmed that a strange air of comfort vibrated off the Nobody whenever in his presence, and Anti was drawn, unconsciously developing an obsession. It wasn't long until breath was gasped for a taste of the man's own blood, the convulsions returning while burning nerves twisted, demanded, and wanted it all - lusting for a loving bite into juicy inner organs.

But an abrupt wave of control suddenly burst back awake rational sense when the Nobody's voice sung through his ears, the words of a promise a reminiscing echo inside his mind mixing tones in overlapping harmony - but the fiend understood nonetheless. Bright yellow eyes flicked up to amber irises, all actions stilling with a cheeky grimace.

"You'd have to cut me open to get it back."

And just like that, it was as if the strange behavior never happened, the hybrid letting go and looking wary about personal space - Yet made no indication to moving away.

When so broken and scattered, the mind was almost a complete stranger to even yourself.

Saïx had closed his eyes for a moment in time as he felt Anti begin to scratch and pull at his coat whilst lapping the moonlit strands growing from his scalp, reopening to idly let them wander at such primitive actions. And it was only when the latter had finally snapped back into reality did he speak again, neither taking a step away as well when Anti became wary of their close contact.

"It's not a loss worth avenging." Eyes befallen at the parts of his hair that clung together from spit and blood, he brought his 'clean' hand over the hood of his coat and pulled it back to reveal the waterfall of hair hidden underneath; tresses reflecting the light of the fake moon, heightening his enigmatic relationship with the Selene in the sky.

The night had indeed cooled, but the shadow wouldn't have been able to tell the difference had his life depended on it, gaze scrolling up to the Nobody's face. Itself was another version of "cold" and reflected wisdom through its never broken ice, the eyes being the true teller of it all.

It seemed that a good grip to reality was back on Anti, that bold animalistic moment cast aside passively alike another fallen day never to be lived again. One of the creature's many personalities pushed back into lock down.

Had he been human, his own being would have most likely never lived long on the free land, locked away himself in a white room, straps keeping the boy still with nothing but the colorful pictures inside his mind to keep himself company.

Distasteful thought, really.

But looking back around made the sadist smile, feeling like achievement in a true accomplishment had been made here. Lives never meant to be had been put back to their rightful place; created things like him - they all didn't belong here either. He'd known they were fake, smelled a certain degree of artificial concoction on them.

Almost the same as the foul injected stench Anti X smells in himself.

Eyeing his massacre, the smirk wavered little as a sudden piece of wonder came to the creature again. It gifted Saix with yet another questioning look for the now skeptical question - subtle sparks of doubt and ready defense woven neatly into the words.

"Why are you here?"

Ah, sometimes being human felt so overrated. It was as if sacrificing any sort of compassion and emotion was what made Nobodies spiral up the stairs of evolution to waters beyond imaginable. They were stronger, faster, and more efficient in every single action that they accomplished. Yet here they were, struggling to find their one true weakness, and for what? Mortality? Impurity?

It was only truly logical to someone if they've wandered through their suffering for all these years... Knew what it felt like to become so empty and void of emotion that the reason to live was to be reminded every day.

After a while, even death looked like nothing more than a sweet release. Sometimes temptation grew...

"Your moment of genocide is one to be taken into consideration. I speak for the Organization when I say the public of our Project should not be provoked into fear and desperation." Those amber eyes flickered down at the doubtful face of the demonic youth.

"In laymen terms, someone has to clean up the mess you've made."

Suddenly, almost unpredictably, a rather loud insentient shrill laugh rumbled up the boys chest and out loud to echo in the vicinity's silent distance.

The sound was demonic, amused, and spiteful in every way, laughing in the man before him's face.

Ignorance and carelessness were probably two of the shadow's biggest faults - but his sadistic nature and unpredictable attitude marked by random reactions was what kept life wary of him, unsure to be on his good side or bad, and living in fear wondering.

But Saix did not fear. Almost certain he lacked the ability to now that the shadow analyzed him - but he was sure amusing. The comment of "picking up the mess" had curled the chortle of vocal amusement out of the hybrid, finishing it nicely with a snort accompanied by a snide arrogant remark.

"Better get cleaning then. Because I'm far from done."

And the shadow meant it, bitterly uncaring if the Nobody would try and stop him. Let him try. If he didn't appreciate the greatness of his existence, then let him attempt to bring death as well.

Anti X new there had been a catch with the man, and innerly snarled to himself for even giving Saix an inch of trust.

They were all the same; All wanted to control his freedom.

Even before Anti had finished his cocky statement, Saïx had already brushed passed the boy as if he hadn't heard the shrill laughter, the arrogant chuckles, nor the bitter attitude the youth pulsated. As someone more sophisticated might have recognized, they would conclude that this was nothing more than preoperational and egocentrism at its worst. And it was best not to comply to these faulty assumptions swirling inside the boy's mind to only further add onto his confirmation bias.

So the Nobody did what he was best unconditionally, and merely remained indifferent to all of this. Yet through his unconscious thought he had very much expected for the blood of the fallen to seep away from their bodies and create a ring around the sole survivors; boiling and sputtering into the chilled night sky.

And as if the blood on his other gloved hand was unnoticeable, Saïx calmly ran his fingers through the hair partially covering his face, smearing Sin over each strand as he pulled it back away from him before kneeling to examine another body. What was defecated the moment after death was rotting in the air, though through the specific scent Saïx was able to depict that he had counted all of these. And so, letting his amber eyes wander, he started off towards another direction to continue his work; blood on his hands layering once more.

The man's ignoring gesture did not slip by unnoticed, but Anti X simply quieted, watching his shadow closely. Pity, that this bloody of a place along with the Moon Demon Man's presence, was the safest and closest to what the mistake of an experiment could call 'feeling at home' in all of his short lived life. Death was soothing.

Life feared death, therefore would not come closer and chance to harm him. He was aware his form was infected, diseased with paranoia, but the light was too big a weakness to overlook - and knowing full well that Eleven existences witnessed to this in Axel's demonstration, one could never be sure anymore. But this was the sense of security that Saix's presence subconsciously provided for.

Detaching his eyes from the Nobody to look vaguely over the dead, Anti X began to reflectively wonder why he did this. It was mere playful ponder, to attempt to understand himself, as in all generality the shadow couldn't care less.

Insensitive eyes traveled over each and every remnant of mutilated flesh, incompassionate to what had once been children, families, lives. He would never understand this, never feel it: how missed these shells of uselessness will be to still existent ones.

Nor how loved they were to certain individuals. Anti X would never have this. Or ever know what it meant.

And showed no concern of it.

Especially when something interesting on the ground caught his attention instead, the scanning stilling for the monster's sharp vision to zero in. It was a design. A design forged from the sin to mean sin, intricate symbolism.

And the shadow read it well, dissipating to re-materialize above it with an indifferent examination. The 9th Circle.

It wasn't hard to figure out who was responsible.

"You wouldn't know." The shadow simply said to Saix after a moment of silence, shifting his foot over the "9" to twist it into an "8" with care, dried blood breaking into dotted bits. "You'll never know. You and I are the same."

What that really meant, was left to the Nobody to decipher (http://s42.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=323V2Q2OIWDQB0B1OR5QBBVKE7).

With foreboding thoughts crossing his agile mind, Saïx merely paused in his movements before he spun in a complete circle; the mess of death blurring in his amber vision. Sometimes death was beautiful if cradled with care, yet the true violence of its nature could be deciphered in these faceless inhabitants of this daunting city.

There was that elongated minute in time where nothing was spoken between the two, the air pregnant with silence. But the occasion was proper; everything spoke for itself really.

Now, it wasn't to say that Saïx's attention calmly wavered to Anti's actions as his foot scraped along the cobblestone floor. Yet he was aware as to where the latter stood, and in the end floated listlessly across the ground; the tips of his boots scraping against the pools of blood until the Nobody reached the symbolic design he had left behind earlier. His head tilted slightly, as if taking in another angle to depict the new number with care.

... And then, all of a sudden, the corners of his lips tugged upwards, revealing a small smile. Whether it be from the latter's words or actions, or very well likely both, one wouldn't know.

The shadow took a step back when the man approached, wary gold eyes reaching up to the Amber hues for a response. It took a moment of deciphering but it was there - along with something else the boy hadn't comprehended before which all so soon appeared clear with the dust feather of a smile. Anger towards the Nobody for reasons Anti X already pushed aside were suddenly forgotten, setting him comfortable in the man's serene presence once again.

And for once, gave it a try for a smile of his own. It felt odd, but... nice, despite it being a mere mimic. He'd despised that hate was never harbored for this being, but now understood why.

Another puzzle piece clicked.

"What do you want me to do?" The shadow-hybrid asked, mostly out of curiosity - it was highly unlikely that the question was one of submission nor one that took an answer into consideration when it was Anti X asking.

There was simply a last puzzle piece that needed to snap in before time ran out.

This "time" suddenly, only the creature knew.

Even Saïx would admit that the mimic of a smile was rather of a surprise, though not one completely unwanted. His movements were fluent as his eyes left the golden hues of Anti and gazed up at the clearing Night sky, the chill of darkness seemingly forgotten. He circled around the boy in a mourner's pace, looking very much like he was contemplating the question presented before him.

And when he stopped, it was to concentrate on the moon's illuminating outline, very much like studying intently on a work of art previously mutilated by unwanted hands.

He finally lowered his eyes to answer, though not in a way that one might have expected.

"Would you run away, or rush forward?"

The meaning might have felt blunt, but with the Nobody there were worlds beyond worlds of interpretations that could have configured with such a seemingly simple question.

One thing held true however; he had asked out of pure curiosity himself.

Though normally unnerving, Anti X never showed any signs of discomfort or paranoia at all when he let the Nobody out of sight and back again in his contemplative pace. Saix never showed any signs of hidden malice.

Yet they say the most trust worthy should be heeded, and the dishonest trusted to lie - But the creature didn't care for this, because feeling relaxed when the defenses were momentarily pulled down, at ease with this particular stranger and that stranger alone, was simply nice.

No. Not a stranger. They were the same. Brothers (http://s64.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=0LZLSA0VFFBAA2L3GMCQZR0HB1).

When Saix finally stilled to ask of his own, the darkness in Anti's fake soul flickered to attention, eyes meeting back head on like magnets to those twin irises. And smirked, already knowing the answer to this.

"I never run." The boy breathed, taking a moment of silence before tilting his head slightly to the side, eyes filled in honest wonder - a strange contrast to a grin seeming fit for mockery. "Do you like this?"

Understanding Saix was in a feeling, not from comprehension. Understanding Anti X was with wise luck, not communication.

Saïx nodded.

"I prefer it." The answer held a simple meaning and an even simpler undertone, maybe even to the extent that it was the only proper answer to answer with. Blatancy could very easily be the worst or best to give, depending on the situation to use it in. People become afraid of these one-lined comments that could describe beyond the reach of stars.

Yet it was not that they feared; it was how they interpreted it to be as.

"What I only ask of you..." Those amber eyes flickered from that calm revere. "Is for you to keep the promise in same terms as they and I."

He turned to face Anti completely, unable to gaze up at this imposter of a moon anymore for that evening; casting a shadow at his front side besides the glow of his eyes in this darkness.

"If you were to break it, then all of this will cease."

Even lovers tore themselves away from a single broken promise.

The boy for once, was completely attentive and looking interested, but sneered when the man made it seem like this was a privilege, or some kind of treat for the boy if he abided by good. Psh.

"I don't care for the ones who lied. The gold heads, both of them." The shadow sternly warned with a slight tinge of malice in his tone. "I won't let their life escape unhurt if they dare come against me."

The rim edge of Anti X's patience bubbled in slight rage under the surface at the simple thought of it, body tensing as if ready to fight this possible battle with the two traitors right this moment. The dim light of the fake moon shadowed the creature's face but kept his eyes alit, never losing contact with Saix's.

"The Shadow man made his promise, too. A different one when I freed him."

The hybrid's lips then quirked in a grin, fingers twitching slightly from holding back anger the previous statement before this one of Zexion had ignited.

Anti X had liked Zexion too. Though not the same way as Saix, but liked him none the less in a special possessive sense. It was most likely just the man's element attracting him, but all the same, Zexion was now dubbed Anti's bitch - No shadow tactician would puppet him, so why not ironically puppet the puppet master instead?

Amusing.

A privilege? What he said was, quite simply, the cold hard truth. Saïx had grown accustomed to Anti's presence, yet it was a 'bond' that could break in a heartbeat the moment the latter lost his demeanor to be trusting and respectful. Though this would be the last time he reminded it to the boy, but maybe he would finally understand that all he said contained no jokes.

"I understand that." Was a simple answer, knowing the consequences he had to come across to gain some kind of ground. One could only hope that Number IV and XII would keep their thoughts as thoughts alone. To lose more members of their Organization was not a thought he would've enjoyed to dwell upon. Yet the irony of him standing in the middle of death was as plain in sight as the night sky.

It was common sense to figure that Axel was not with Number VI when Anti set him free, or else the boy would've been too busy with his own devices to come back to the scene of the crime.

He would inform the Superior of this later...

"May I ask what this promise is exactly?"

[OOC: Ah, try to bear with me, my posts are gonna be more on the sucky side until I'm able to slap myself back into focus. D; ]

Said bond was an inexplicable one, born of neither hate nor need, or even intentions. It just was. There was no need to ransack one's mind to figure it out - it was impossible to.

But the boy understood the reminder, reminding in his turn yet again that these guidelines were fine until one crossed it. Anti X was not a forgiving being, nor did he think twice of consequences when his mind ticked to a conclusion - one, of course, that he decided he felt was right. Which could be anything, rational or not. The Hybrid lacked the ability to truly care, nor gave a damn that he didn't.

Anti X had been grinning still when Saix asked this question, simply tilting his head rather... cutely? Either way, intentions of that weren't meant to be, but rather an attempt to a new mocking-like demeanor.

"Wouldn't you like to know." It felt like the more the shadow's vocabulary recollected, the cheekier it got. "Don't worry, I won't kill him. It's Axel I want dead."

And then Anti X's eyes flashed dangerously.

"Where is he?"

All other dialogue set aside, all that mattered at that moment was that another member was spared from death. Though for the reason, however, he felt that he did not need to embroil upon as long as it ensured safety.

So instead he gave Anti his much desired answer.

"I have the others searching for him, though we've yet to find him." It was simple but sophisticated in a way, and unfortunately it was all that he could really impart upon the boy. And until they could found a lead it would stay that way. But Axel wasn't entirely neat when it came to covering his tracks, so sooner or later he would get caught.

And afterwards? Well... Hell was never a pretty sight even if it was frozen.

"Is that all that you desire for now?"

The answer wasn't all too pleasing, but it was better than most other people's. Anti X decided he'd settle for it, and keep on his search himself. After all, the fire never burnt too soft enough to eliminate all traces of smoke.

The shadow understood that last question was signal to parting, and nodded. "No. But that's all from you."

And with that, the curls of darkness crawled from the bloodied ground and engulfed Anti X whole like millions of rabid snakes; wrapping around him until naught but his eyes pierced through the deep black.

Then he was gone.

Saïx did not even not in compliance to the boy's words before he was consumed in his own element, completely vanishing from sight only moments later. A sharp wind almost immediately flew over his body, entangling into his blood crusted blue strands as if to run its fingers through.

Amber hues gazed listlessly at this redundant scene. A movie running for all eternity, reaching the end before recycling its contents.

And so the stoic warrior gazed upon the moonlight, before walking away from this past...

Until he found what was his again, things would remain the same, continue the same, end the same, and so on and so forth.

... Maybe, in a way, he has come to accept this.

Yet would he be accepted back?

Saïx spoke no more, shadows looming over him, and finally disappeared into the night.

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