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"Though no one can go back and make a brand new start, anyone can start now and make a brand new ending" --Carl Bard ZEXAL II Progression: Espisode 21 Indie V RP; Will RP with anyone

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fools in love gently tear each other limb from limb

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Well, on the plus side, even if he didn’t exactly know what to do with the fact he had Chris right there - hey, he was never the brains of the operation, he was always the brawn - he knew where he could find Chris, and he could find that school. It seemed that, from the direction Chris was going, it turned out that Alit was just going further and further away from school. God, he was such a hopeless idiot on the best of days! On the worst…

“Hey, thanks! This is really nice of you,” Alit said. He really was grateful, though. After all, if it wasn’t for Chris, he would never know where the school was. Plus, he really didn’t have to do this if he didn’t want to, but hey, this really could have been beneficial to Alit! He followed next to him, shoving his hands in his pocket.

His calm was disrupted when he was asked for his name. He didn’t know how much - or how little - Chris knew about the Barians. Alit wasn’t all too fresh on what a common name was, especially since most of their focus was on Japan and, well, Alit did not look Japanese. There were a lot of nationalities he could have been; Spanish, Italian, or other countries he did not know of. But, he figured that maybe Chris didn’t know, so he could use his real name.

“My name’s Alit. That’s because my mom and dad had a really passionate relationship, and I guess their flame passed on to me,” he said. After all, ‘alit’ was a rarely-used past participle for ‘alight’, so it wasn’t a complete lie. He just hoped it was believable enough. “Who are you?”

Well, the question was redundant. Of course he knew who the older man was, but it was a simple case of not looking suspicious. After all, if Alit had just came out and said ‘Great to meet you, Chris!’ then it would end up with him asking how the hell Alit knew his name, and he couldn’t exactly say he guessed it, or that it was written on his name tag.

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There was little to nothing that Chris knew about Barians. Only that the Barians were people of another dimension fighting for their homeworld. That was all that his father had told him anyway. He also figured that Barians had some sort of incredible powers, as the crests places upon their souls was just a small fraction of Barian magi. Yet he was still able to be possessed easily, as the Barian 'tattoo' was still placed upon his forehead and that could easily manipulate him, such as how Tron manipulated Chris and his brothers to do all the terrible deeds that he had done.

"It's not that much of a problem," came a reply. Chris had been to the school a few times (some of which to enter his brothers into school or it was just on the way to where ever he was going off to). A question for the other boy's name was made, and thus he got his reply soon enough. Alit. As much as the explanation of his name intrigued Chris (yet still within the pit of his stomach he felt sick), the Arclight found it amusing as Alit was also another way of saying Alioth. A star within the Big Dipper. But Alit did seem to have a lot of energy just by feeling the energy that came off of the other. A small bit of a smile would have appeared on his face, yet the spiritual crushing of his soul prevented him from it, yet his facial expression did seem a bit relaxed than it was before.

Ah, yes, his name. That would be appropriate to tell the other, would it not? "Christopher Arclight." Chris was fairly sure that his name had no special meaning. There wasn't really anything special about his name, it was quite normal for Europe and America (which was quite funny since his life was anything but normal). "There's nothing really special about my name besides it being used as a Religious meaning." At least, that's what the name Christian is usually made out to be, something of a religious matter within the Christian community. Chris was never really into any of that religious 'bullshit' as he would sometimes think of it as. It wasn't that he didn't believe in higher being, he just didn't want to get into any of those stupid matters with the Church or anything else (it was all just so stupid to him). 

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Droite said nothing, somewhat surprised by the reply she was given. Of course, she guessed Chris would have wanted his brothers to be forgiven; they had caused her no harm, after all. It was only Chris and Tron, who had wronged her - or someone she cared about - to a certain extent. The thing that surprised her was the fact that he did not fight against her when she said she could not forgive Tron. She was certain that she probably would never forgive him, as well.

“It doesn’t bother you that I can’t forgive your father?" she asked him. He seemed to be the loyal familial type. Then again, Chris’ appearance did easily deceive people. Still, she could not imagine him being fine with the idea that she was against one member of his family. On the other hand, he did know what Tron had done. She supposed there was only so much family love could defend. It could probably defend murder, but probably not all the things Tron had done, from putting people in comas to using his own sons as worthless puppets. There were probably more things, things she did not know about, but she didn’t think she would want to know. It was also a little surprising that he didn’t care about whether or not he was forgiven. She did, eventually, want to try and forgive him. After all, it wasn’t as if he had purposefully harmed her, unlike his father. Chris’ actions were justified; he was following orders. And still, even after thinking about it and knowing that, she could not forgive him in that moment in time. Perhaps it just was not the right time yet. “And it doesn’t bother you that I can’t forgive you yet?" she added. There was no way this man could have been real. Other people would have cared about whether or not they were forgiven. Then again, Chris was different. Chris was…well, he was Chris. He was an anomaly. Not that it was too much of a bad thing. Droite did not break eye contact with him. She didn’t feel the need to any more; she was becoming more and more comfortable with his presence. After all, he wasn’t exactly a terrible person. He was intimidating, but if she dealt with Gauche on a daily basis - he could be intimidating, and along with his build, he really could have used that to his advantage - then she could deal with a tiny bit of intimidation from Chris.

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The Arclight slid his foot slightly so that he now looked to stare at Droite at a 3/4 angle. Body did still faced toward the railway, only slightly as if it were a stage and he were an actor. He was use to try and hide himself away as an actor had to hide away their own feelings to portray that of their character's. Yet now it seemed he had to rip out his feelings from his soul forcibly and give it away to that of Droite. A bitter-sweet smile appeared upon his lips. His facial expression gave more of a sadness than a smile. Not in a sense to find pity from other people, but he couldn't help it. It just hurt to think about such things, that was all. As much he wished to conceal his emotions, it was just certain things that triggered him (so it seemed).

"My father wronged all of us. I don't even know if I can forgive him." The smile upon his lips seemed more bitter than a sweet. But it was true, his father seemed to deserve the sin upon his shoulders, and Chris himself did also. He was old enough to make better decisions, yet Chris' excuse (as much as he hate to call it that) was that he didn't know better because his father had been back after disappearing for over 5 years. Some excuse it was, but it was the truth one way or another. As time passed on by his mind was only beginning to become more and more and more tainted by his father's ideals and such. Much like an occult gone wrong. It was that he wished that he could go back, start again and go to the root of the problem. Yet it was in the past and now he had to face it 'like a man', as some people put it. "As for myself..." 

Eyes closed, and he looked toward the railway. "...I knew what I was doing, be it that I was being slightly manipulated. I really don't expect forgiveness from anyone. Besides..." Blue eyes returned to look back at the other's. Then soon his face turned also. "I rather overcome my evil without it." 'Is it better to be born good or to overcome your evil?' As much as being born good was, it did seem better to overcome evil. Even if such things occurred by such a turn of events that was. Such a thing good and evil was. Nothing was really considered evil, and nothing was really considered good. It all was in the perspective of anything, and thus there was no such thing of those. It was the thought that really counted, right? A mental frown crossed his lips. Life was such a fickle, fragile, and changeable thing. Confusing. Awkward. Dumb.... Idiotic..... 

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   The name instantly rung a bell in her mind. The World Duel Carnival, she thought.Just about everything that happened on those Duel Coasters was a big, heart-pounding blur to her. Still, a lot happened in the duels in between the wild ride. Unfortunately, there weren’t a whole lot of pleasant memories associated with those either.

 ”Oh that’s right. You were in that duel against Kite…” she replied awkwardly. Tori’s thoughts were still a bit distracted by the Duel Carnival and she wasn’t quite sure what to talk about. Unfortunately, she was trying so hard to sort this out in her mind, she neglected to give her name.

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Of course the other would remember now. There came naught a smile from his face, but more of a sadden smirk upon his lips and lowered eyes toward the concrete earth. "Yes, I was the one whom dueled Kaito. I'm sure you remember my brothers...." voice began to trail off unto other matters that were unneeded to ever mention. Surely his other brothers (especially Thomas) was more of memorable than Chris would ever be. 

The eyes that had been looking toward the ground raised upward to look at the other more clearly. "I hope you won't hold my actions against my brothers. It's my fault that they acted as they did."

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Tea Time || V & Mami

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He didn’t seem to talk much, but that was fine. Mami was content to simply be in the presence of another. It was a rare and appreciated treat, something that brought a certain sense of peace to her. She’d had far too much time to herself, alone in a much too big apartment for such a young girl. 

Her golden gaze swiveled from side to side, expertly scanning the shops lining the street. She supposed that came from years of witch hunting. Her eyes never missed a detail, so as not to be caught off guard…but obviously, she had messed up in the last battle. Or maybe that was all just a bad dream…however, the thought made her incredibly sad as she had really felt as though she had finally made friends. Even if the “big sister” sort of act had been just a front..they had really enjoyed being with her.

She paused abruptly, eyes widening slightly at the question, drawing to a stop. “Well..” She began slowly, her hand lifting to her neck once more. “I do seem to be having trouble recalling many things…” She murmured. There were bits and pieces mostly. She remembered her parents, her wish, being a magical girl and then…She inhaled sharply, closing her eyes. “I…I think I might have died…before this..” That was the most vivid memory. Everything else seemed blurred or completely missing.

She really hoped that had been nothing more than a bad dream…

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When he heard the halt of the second pair of footsteps, Chris also stopped in his tracks. The streets seemed almost barren and empty, with only the two of them standing in the sidewalk. To see her hand reach up to her neck again, as if something was holding onto it-- or rather it was as if something had bitten deep within her skin. It was to say that Chris did not feel anything to death, or the feeling of dying before. Yet something tugged at his strings whenever he thought of such a name of Kaito. A feeling of loneliness was it? Betrayal? Whatever it was if turned and twisted his heart like a doll. A hand reached upward to lightly place over his chest, his heart twisted and turned, pulled apart and placed together again. It hurt so much. But... why? He remembered in detail the betrayal of his family, and memories of his brothers and father (be it here and there), yet after The Incident everything became fuzzy. Names plucked some strings in his mind (and his heart).

Pulled away he was from his thoughts as the other claimed that she had apparently died before being here. Was that possible? Could it be that Chris died also at one point? Could it be that this was some dream? Perhaps he was in a coma and this was all some sort of figment of his imagination. Yet he could not help to widen his eyes and mindlessly place his hand that had already been set upon his chest unto his forehead. A pulse of energy it was that came from atop his head, and that he wondered why it was so. Could it really be that he was in a coma--? Perhaps he could have died whilst inside such said coma as he did remember something about a coma induced slumber.

"I don't think I died that I'm sure," there was a pause as blue eyes looked downward. "I think I might have went into a coma..." slightly did he stare off to the side as he said it, a shiver running down his spine. "I remember somethings that... I don't want to remember..." The wrenching incident... His father's supposed death... and then... Kaito. Something about Kaito.... 

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does it tear you apart  does it rend you limb from limb  does it make you wonder  what it's like not to lose but to win

forever still and unbending and unbreaking you are the figurehead, your life the waves forever caught in the wind and the sleet and the rain you will stay the course 'till the break of day

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Don't See Me

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  She wasn’t a fan of the discomfort brought by V’s presence, not at all. But she had grown used to it, much like a baby crying on a plane, or that one friend who chewed their food far too loudly and disgustingly. Droite was starting to learn to get used to it. After all, she supposed this was just who he was.

Moments passed without her replying to him. What in the world was she supposed to say? In a quiet voice, she could have told him ‘I forgive your brothers, but not you or your father’. She could have told him ‘I don’t know if I can trust your apology’. She could have said a whole range of things, but it was picking the right one - the one appropriate for how she felt - that was the true challenge.

Droite lightly bit the inside of her cheek. Mulling over the apology was no simple task. She still wasn’t even sure if she could have believed it; Chris’ family wasn’t exactly known for their honesty. And with his usual frozen façade, she couldn’t have even made an attempt at reading him. Droite let out a heavy sigh. This man was nowhere near simple, and that was what bothered her the most.

What if Chris had an agenda? What if this was just some lie he was telling as part of some elaborate plan? It was possible, yet…’It’s not very likely,’ she thought to herself. The Arclights might have been jerks, but surely, they weren’t as terrible as they had been painted as. It would be wrong to simply act upon rumours and stereotypes and vicious lies that had been spread.

She didn’t look back at him. Her gaze didn’t flicker. “I forgive your brothers,” Droite started, her voice barely above a whisper. Her eyes closed. “I will never, ever forgive Tron.” She took a deep breath, before opening her eyes again, and turning to face him.

“And then, there’s you.” The corner of her lips were turned down with the light touch of a frown. She was silent. Moments went by. In her mind, she tried to carefully pick the words, shuffling them, placing them in the right position. Yet, she was still hesitant. She wasn’t an idiot; she knew that making him mad was a terrible idea. “You, the person I don’t know whether or not I should forgive.”

Chris had never hurt her directly. But she was very loyal to the people she cared about, and Droite was sure he knew damn well what he had done. Though, it was not up to her to pardon that sin, and she was well aware of that.

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The absence of a reply from Droite left such a bad taste within his mouth and slightly made Chris want to fidget around, be it only a little. Slightly he shuffled his feet, not in embarrassment, but in nervousness. The only sounds coming from chattering of people, a plane flying overhead, or even cars that were passing nearby. It even seemed that, as of the moment, his greatest interest was in the sounds from the environment that he had been placed upon. There was a small of glance from the other, then eyes soon placed back upon the front of him. Chris wasn't really sure if she was just being silent as she wanted to give no sort of reply, or if she was just thinking of a reply to give to Chris. Not that it would greatly matter to him, but some sort of reply would give Chris some sort of stick to lean onto. Yet it was apparent that perhaps she would not reply. Thus Chris stopped looking for one.

Yet it seemed that moments after he made such a choice words started to fall down the other's tongue. There came relaxation as the other forgave his brothers. That's all that matters. Personally, Chris didn't care if she ever forgave him, as long as his brothers had been forgiven, Chris not cared for anything. Blue eyes gave such a short glance at the other as there was talk of Tron. Of course... Tron would not be forgiven. Chris was always ready to hear something like that from anyone... even if Tron--- Byron did change. But as much as he wanted to deny it, as hard as he refused to acknowledge it... Chris wouldn't be able to forgive his father either. Even if it was due to Barian magi, it was still hard to do. After so much that Chris did for his father, it was just so hard to do. Thus, Chris did not pursue her of any other answer toward that.

Yet, when the other spoke of him, Chris seemed to have tensed up, be it so slightly. There was a tempted glance toward the other as there was again silence, yet there was none and thus he kept looking forward. Yet, in true honestly, Chris not cared. He didn't see the point in caring at this point as it was already that the other forgave his brothers. It was only for his brothers, that's all that really mattered now anyway. "I don't care if you forgive me or not. I'm fine with the reply you already had given me."

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II. Melancholy

Melancholy (noun): 1. The sentiment of wistfulness, i.e. having lost something significant in the past and mourning its irrevocable loss; melancholic (adj.)…also one of the Ancient Greek Four Temperaments according to Hyppocrates; next to sanguine, choloric and plegmatic; associated with dry/cold and the black bile in medicine……

Mizael closed his eyes for an instant. There was something in the distant past that desired to surface again, a recollection of temples and dragons and ancient chants just like in a fever dream. He mentally shook his head, just once. There was no use lingering on negative states of emotions concerning events long gone. Melancholy…what a useless word. Investing energy on what possibilities with already died with the birth of present time. It was irrational.

Irrational. Mizael closed the outdated encyclopedia before placing it back on a shelf in Heartland Library.

And yet there lied this fascination in this very irrationality. What exactly was the information he inquired? Flowers and life decayed to rejoin the past. Humans would eradicate themselves by the own creations of their mind to destroyy the future. When exactly would be the point at which their worlds corroded and fell away? Refracting violet crystals decended down just in slow-motion, they were the presnt. They broke on the ground or met disintegration in the Sea of Ill Omen…

Only knowledge would persist in time.

Knowledge is power.

With practiced fingers Mizael took another volume out of the confines of the shelves the west wing of the library consisted of. He noticed the fragility of the spine through his gloves, the smell of old yellow paper, black ink on ivory. Another station on his research for a cure. He tried to sort it into his system.

It is then -in a moment of nonchalant passing time- that he gently tapped against the spine of his book, an indication to the man sitting opposite him of seemingly having picked the same one.

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The prickling sensations of what hath become of Chris during such seemingly darkened times crawled upward unto his spine like spiders whom's legs consisted of sharpened needles. It gave off a choking sensation upon his neck and headache-like feeling atop of his forehead, the pain seeming to outline each and every curl and twist and line of the ever so faded crest. The feeling upon his skin making it curl and the ever feeling of bad omens drowning upon his soul. 

It seemed for the best that he would try and drown his thoughts away unto piles of books filled with stories of legends and battles from long ago. The fine smell of old dried ink of dusty paper was fine and musty, a sweet scent to those that appreciated the feel of rough white (and sometimes yellow) paper between their fingertips. Yet still with all this upon him, it still felt as if something had a grasp upon his neck and was using their nails to dig into his skin. It was a sick feeling. Yet at the same time it also felt as if someone had invaded his sanctuary as a library was the only sort of temple that he had.

"Memento mori.*"

The much so silence that held within the library calmed at least some of the Arclight's senses enough so that he could feel yearning for something that was once so. Such a melancholy feeling placed upon his soul admist the broken and torn feelings that had already swarmed inside his overfilling soul. Such a cruel word it actually was, melancholy. A feeling that tortured the skin of every soul and creature upon this dimension and the next ones. As cruel as some word, let alone feeling, it was, there held importance to it. Thus in such small attempt to whist away the cruel emotion, he read olden books of famous writers. Between thin fingers laid a yellowed page of a book, thus book being The Three Musketeers. Flimsy the book was, and the spine barely holding together the pages, like hands grasping onto a ledge for dear life.

Engrossed in such the olden book, he flipped the page until a tapping noise was made. Eyebrows perked up just barely as blue orbs looked over the top of the book to see a young male reading the same book as him. Yet as soon as he saw the other the gross feeling of being caged like a little bird came back to him. The outline of the faded crest he felt, yet not appeared upon his forehead. It was if one glance to the other made Chris' skin become oh so pale compared to what it once was. The small of acknowledgement was made quickly and soon an anti-social personality appeared. The other gave Chris so much of a bad vibe that it made him visibly spiritually sick. There was a hopeful murmur beneath all his clouded thoughts that the other would not notice his change in demeanor, or at least not notice anything of him but the similarity of taste in books.

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*Remember, you will die.

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The Tattoo of Power----

Due to V's time having magi, he is able to sense Barian magi and even Astral Magi. This means that even though most people cannot see Astral, he can due to the scar of being subjected to Barian magi for so long. The Barian Crest actually left a sort of imprint on him. So even though he doesn't have it on him anymore, he can still feel the crest on his head. Sort of like how people who's legs got amputated can still feel their leg. 

He can't stand to be near anything that is Barian or Astral due to the fact that it makes him feel spiritually sick to his stomach. Although, it's not actually that bad when near certain Astral things. For instance, if he was near Astral, he would feel something (and see Astral), but he would not feel like he would want to get the hell out of there due to the power of Astral. However, if he would possess the Emperor's Key that would be slightly different. If he were to be in front of a Barian (let alone a Barian Emperor), his soul would react to it strongly in a very bad way. It would, literally feel like someone is choking him/his soul. If he were to be in possession of a Barian object (for instance Barian Rank Up!) then his "non-exsistant" crest would react to that and draw power from that.

Basically he has a permanent tattoo of power that he cannot control. 

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Six types of Love

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Eros a passionate physical and emotional love based on aesthetic enjoyment; stereotype of romantic love

Ludus a love that is played as a game or sport; conquest; may have multiple partners at once

Storge an affectionate love that slowly develops from friendship, based on similarity

Pragma love that is driven by the head, not the heart

Mania obsessive love; experience great emotional highs and lows; very possessive and often jealous lovers

Agape selfless altruistic love; spiritual

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It’s strange how Kaito finds himself out in the city - not prowling or hunting - just sitting and enjoying what he’d never seen in full before. The park was somewhere calm for him. The fountain, the trees, and the state of calm on the path reminds him of a tucked away home by the lake. A time where his only worry in the world had been what to cook Haruto for dinner. Those thoughts are sucked back into the dark void in his chest when he hears a voice he’d long thought gone to him. Yet the slight rasp and the way the ‘K’ punctuates the air reminds him of a longing he’d once hand. The want to close the gap between them after a duel and kiss the man he’d once embarrassingly crushed on.

Chris had loved their family once. Even if not that way, they’d been something once. Friends. Mentor and student. Brothers.

“Christopher,” he replies in a low voice, leaning back on the bench and casting a glance over at Chris, lifting his eyes up from his iced coffee and doing his best to offer a smile. It falls short, however. The tension is palpable. He looks good - Chris, that is. Kaito’s certain his own decaying health is visible, written over the worn skin of his face and the hospital bracelet still around his wrist. He’d only left a few hours ago.

“It’s good to see you.”

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There was a sudden relaxation of his shoulders as Chris heard his name on the other's tongue. It still felt so weird to hear his name, it was like being called something he was not. There came a twisted bittersweet smile on his lips. Kaito looked... well... If something like that could be said. It wasn't exactly true, he was not well and the other's health was terrible, but he looked well at least. There came casual footsteps near where the other was sitting whilst he spoke. "It's good to see you also," there was an attempt to make his voice sound soft to the ears. It was still hard to the ears, but it had soften slightly. Eyes were lowered just a tad, showing the other that Chris had guilt. The Arclight still held within him terror and so much guilt for what he had done to the other. The smile he had was still so bitter and yet so sweet to find. Like the taste of wine upon someone's lips. 

Steps stopped once by the bench, a hand idly motioned toward the bench. "Do you mind if I sit with you?" It was eventual that blue eyes caught on to the hospital bracelet wrapped around his wrist. There wished to be a small stab of pity within Chris, yet nothing was felt. Instead there stayed the void inside Chris' self, having to have no emotions toward something, even if there was a want to feel some sort of emotion. Such a sad thing it was, not not have anything inside oneself but emptiness. 

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It took a moment, but when Alit looked up into ice cold, hardened blue eyes, he definitely recognised this young man. Of course, of course! How could he have been so stupid? It was impossible to miss such a man, and impossible to forget, even as he got older. The name rang through his head and echoed;

Christopher Arclight.

The son of Byron Arclight, the son of Tron. Well, this suddenly got a lot more interesting for the Barian! But he feigned innocence, like he didn’t know who this strange man was. In reality, how could he have forgotten? Surprisingly easily, apparently. He wasn’t exactly like the others; he wasn’t as harsh or as ruthless, which was strange, considering his interests.

Alit tried to make his gaze soft, almost pitiful. He thought that, maybe, Chris would take pity on him if he looked pitiful. But he wasn’t; he was strong, and independent. (Other than the fact he was lost, but that was because this town was impossibly and annoyingly huge!)

“I don’t know this place at all,” he sighed. Which was true, he didn’t, but were he allowed to, he would have teleported his sorry butt all the way over there already! But the last thing he wanted was to cause trouble or to get in trouble. “Can you walk me there? Or at least a little bit of the way.”

Honestly, Alit had no set plan or set idea on what to do. He wasn’t big on the whole idea of planning things out. Plus, no one could have planned for the inevitable extraneous variables that would have completely thrown the plan off balance! No, it was better to go along with the flow of life and, when the time was right, strike.

He doubted that Chris even knew who he was. Obviously, they had never really met. Alit never truly dealt with the Arclight family. And, as such, he could only hope the other suspected nothing. But from what little he knew, this man was smart. Still, that didn’t mean he was paranoid enough to suspect everyone, including young teenagers.

Right?

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It was hard to act normal around the other. For some reason, the other teen repelled Chris, but at the same time, he was attracting him. Was it some sort of trap? --or was it perhaps that Chris was overreacting too much over such a thing that could be 'overlooked' as a trivial matter? Even if his guts told him to leave (or to run away), Chris still stayed around the other. It was best and Chris rather not have a more tainted view upon himself.

There came a gulp of uneasiness. A nod came afterwords eventually. "I might not be able to walk you there all the way," came a half-lie. Chris was perfectly capable of walking the other all the way as his chores did not call for him to take immediate actions toward said thing. But it was just the other giving off the energy. Besides... If Chris got a call from his family that asked him to do something that required important for him to do, then the Arclight would have to 'ditch' the other. Silently he hoped it would happen. The other's pitiful eyes, it made Chris not even pity the other. It was hard for him to feel emotion let alone feel something for another person. At one hand he wished that he was able to feel something for the other, yet on the other he was 'happy' that he was not as the feeling he was already getting from the other was in bad taste. 

"Come on let's go. I don't want you to be late for school." --or at least later than you would be. Came a swift afterthought. It took a few moments before he started to walk the opposite direction to where the other has been originally walking. The other most have been really new to this area if they had been this lost and this far away from their school. No matter, Chris was a bit the same way when he first moved here. He just hoped that the nagging feeling would go away. It was probably nothing-- it had to be nothing. There was no reason to act this paranoid to a teenager. Ah, it was probably a good idea to ask the other for his name. "What is your name?" It could become 'useful' later on at some point. 

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Misaki nodded, looking at the bed, his new home. The ginger placed his small bag full of clothes and who knows what else on it, leaning his skateboard against the wall next to the bed. The place was nice…the roommate was nice…he could do this. Everything would work out, he knew it would. It was going to be okay.

“My best friend was a private person too.” He said as he began to unpack, putting clothing into the wardrobe and utilities into the nightstand. “I cracked him, though. Don’t worry, we’ll be friends in no time.” He grinned up at V.

“I don’t really have any quirks either…if it gets to messy I’ll clean..but I won’t touch your side I guess. And I listen to music loudly…I use headphones most of the time though. Just tell me if there’s any problems…I’m a pretty flexible guy.” 

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There came a tad of a smile crossing upon Chris' lips. Just gently dancing upon his face. The other oddly reminded him of someone, yet Chris could not recall whom it was. Perhaps this was someone from his memory? Doubtful, however possible. Yet something in the back of his mind told him that the person was related to that of Kazuma, a man he had held great respect for. Yata looked nothing related to him, therefor such thoughts drained away from his mind.

Perhaps you'll crack me, came a short afterthought as he turned to finish folding his clothes. As such actions were done, he listened to the other speak once again. There were some things that Chris was flexible with, that being noise (as long as it was when he wasn't sleeping), and other trivial matters. Ah. It had reminded him of the dreams he had of his family and the incident that had happened. Nightmares plaguing his sleep of somethings he not knew why. Perhaps it would be best to tell the other. "I forgot to tell you... I also tend to wake up in the middle of night. I apologize in advance if I accidentally wake you up."

[chaos-into-light]

What Was This Symphony I Heard Once But Forgot Afterwards Again...?

Sometimes Yuma would stroll around the city after school without a certain aim. That was when the weather’s nice and Heartland City actually looked like a bunch of sweets or ballons thrown together! Just like in a distant memory - ballons let go off and floating into the sky… He didn’t look for anything special or extraordinary - it was just normal life that had regained its charm in his eyes, he guessed! Maybe visit a few card shops or racing Tetsuo through the Mall or go get some ice cream with Kotori?

Just walking home in the sunset with his friends - these days seemed so distant now.

Today he was alone, though. Kaito and Shark did some research about the Barians and Kotori was still in school for some extracurriculars, he guessed…It felt strange, having room to breathe and just have fun! Just like it had after the WDC and…Yuma smiled.

He’d protect this - his friends’ smiles - the most important thing, for sure!

It was then he noticed the other person walking a few metres ahead of him in the park. He immediately recognized the familiar hair and tall contour…

“V!” he called after the other, waving, “V! Wait a sec…!”

[v-in-five]

Rancor still held within Chris' mind, be it small and puny and scuttling around like a annoying roach. Hatred it was, but yet dying the burning flame of hatred was as wood was no longer being added to it. With the new beginning and a new page being turned within life, comes the halt of revenge and it's acts that were so. Even if it's memories were indelible. With footsteps so walked the Arclight, head within clouds and thoughts overtaking the fragile mind that was his. Harmony fell upon him, as his thoughts proceeded to turn like a clock. In harmony progressio*. Falling upon his lips a small smile, so small yet there.

Pried away he was when there heard a voice call out to him. The tainted nickname that Chris held onto still being called upon him by a voice that sounded so familiar. "Hm...?" Light footsteps soon halted to a stop as his spine turned toward the noise behind the other. Blue eyes catching upon the fire in the other's. Like ice and fire. One personality contrasting the other. So much difference held onto the two. One so young and full of energy, and the other older full of broken promises and sins.

Bono malum superate**.

"Yuma...?" There arrived a distant and faint memory. Be it with another person(s), but it held latched onto. A memory of the other's father, how similar the two looked and acted. Sad it was that he was gone. There was a ting of pity that showed inside the blank of the emotions that held within Chris. It was soon that Chris was facing full at the other, looking onward at the other, with the small but of emotions held grasped on him.

----

*Progress in harmony.  **Overcome evil with good. 

[v-in-five]

Don't See Me

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Droite nodded as well, understanding a little bit. “I see,” she said. It certainly couldn’t have been too easy for Chris. That family had been through a lot, had done a lot, and it was only normal they would catch disdain and dislike from the rest of society. Their lives were hard, and she understood that. Of course, she would have never understood how it felt and the extent of their suffering, but she wasn’t sure whether she wanted to know.

The whisper caught her attention. She wasn’t sure what exactly that was supposed to mean. She blinked in surprise, before looking back up at him, trying to read his expression when she knew very well there would be no expression to read. Had Droite even heard what she thought she did? Was he talking to her, or was he talking to everyone he had hurt? Perhaps he was muttering to himself. She wasn’t sure. When he glanced down at her, however, she got the slight feeling it was her he was apologising to.

Droite looked away. She couldn’t have exactly said she completely forgave them. She knew she would never forgive his father, no matter how much remorse she would have shown - if he even knew what remorse was. When it came to Chris’ brothers, she didn’t know whether she did forgive them or not yet. The apple never fell too far from the tree, after all. But she got the feeling that they wouldn’t be as terrible as their father. She understood that much.

And then there was Chris. From what little Droite knew, he was close to his father. Stereotyping may have been wrong, but it was mingling genes and socialisation; of course Chris would have ended up crooked as well, if only a little. And he proved this when he brutally abandoned Kaito. She bit her tongue again. That incident would never be brought up. She never wanted to think about a person she loved so dearly hurt so terribly.

“Is that a collective ‘we’, or are you just apologising for yourself?” she asked, her voice quieter than before. Of course Droite was stalling for time a little. She needed a few extra moments; could she even forgive Chris?

[v-in-five]

There was no yearning for any forgiveness, let alone any want for it. There was no need for it, there was not a want for it either. Forgiveness was something that Chris had not even so wanted to hear from another person-- let alone he not deserve such a thing. The many sins he had done (along with the sins that his family had done) was something that could not so easily be excused. Even if he managed to get forgiveness from every person that he had done wrong to, the coming hell was still near. Whether it be freezing, or if it be burning, it was still closing around him and his family. Slowly, yet steady.

"Both," came a simple answer. Blue eyes flickered toward Droite again, face looking hard yet underneath all the ice, there was a slight burning within him. A certain type of fire, it was small and puny, yet it was there lightly glowing within such darkness that was his cold soul. Slightly, he turned his body to face her's, face looking so serious and his voice speaking 'meaningful' words that he had rarely used when speaking to others. Perhaps the last time he had been looking such a way was the last time he had spoken to Kaito. Perhaps it had been, yet Chris had little recollection of what happened during the last strips of his life before befalling into a coma. "I don't expect forgiveness. I just want you to know I'm--- we--- whichever--- that we're sorry for what we've done to you. Be it directly or indirectly." There had been so many things that had probably hurt the other indirectly. So many little things. So small so puny. Yet it was such a hard blow and Chris never even wanted to notice it. Perhaps he knew how she felt.

Then, after a short bit, Chris turned back and looked forward. There was no hint of the ice breaking, nor was there hint of the flame growing too large to melt the ice. Instead he looked forward and stood as he always would have stood. Of course, there were bricks laid upon his shoulders, many bricks for the sins that had been committed. Yet... it looked like they weren't there and some had vanished completely. His chin was not held up as high, in fact it was loosely held upward, yet he still stood, be it having his small painted pride upon him.