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[hatesthefood]

*heavy footsteps, broken only by the sound of someone nearby running. There's a soft laugh, then a sudden scream, then a dull thud as something hits the ground*

What a disappointment. I really did hope she'd run faster, not that it would've mattered. Not in end. We always get our targets, right? I wasn't trained to be anything other than the best, after all. You know, I have no idea why I've fought this for so long...

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[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

... you can't stop me anymore, Persia. You've lost your edge.

[whatsapersia.livejournal.com]

We'll find out.

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

Are you actually coming after me?

*laughter*

[whatsapersia.livejournal.com]

See you soon.

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

I doubt it. You better brush up before you find me.

[whatsapersia.livejournal.com]

Ken hadn't seen Mamoru in that last, final fight with Epitaph. His skills were as sharp as ever, and he could stalk his lover from the shadows.

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

Ken was busy with the body of his latest victim, the heavy corpse cradled almost gently in his strong arms. It looked almost like a peaceful scene until Ken laid the body down and stood, the blood dripping from his gloves and clothes. he glanced around, then moved back to the street.

[whatsapersia.livejournal.com]

For this fight, Mamoru'd left his darts at home. Instead, he had his crossbows, and the arrows were tipped with a sleeping draught. He sent the first one past Ken's ear and into the side of a building. A warning.

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

Ken smirked and glanced over his shoulder, eyes finding his former lover without a problem. Laughing softly, he shook his head, then took off, the dark clothes melting into the shadows as he silently thanked God he'd remembered to leave that damn orange shirt back at the apartment.

[whatsapersia.livejournal.com]

Mamoru's eyes were just as sharp, and he sprinted after Ken, crossbow aimed on him.

"Come back now, Ken."

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

"I don't think so."

He ducked to one side, intent on slipping Underground because he knew the younger man wouldn't have the advantage there. He would.

"Why can't you just leave me alone? I'm happy like this."

[whatsapersia.livejournal.com]

Mamoru's mouth quirked up bitterly. "Since when have I cared if you were happy?"

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I'm just a tool for you now that you're Persia. A talented weapon. Screw you."

Grinning like a maniac, he slipped into a nice dark spot, head ducked so he could slide into the back way he'd found Underground.

[whatsapersia.livejournal.com]

Mamoru chuckled a little, cocking his head to the side.

"I'll make a deal with you, Siberian."

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

He paused, fists balled to keep his claws freed even though he didn't move back towards the other man.

"... talk."

He might have let the madness have him for now, but there was still a small part of him that trusted Mamoru.

[whatsapersia.livejournal.com]

Mamoru stepped forward so that Ken could see him fully.

"You don't kill anyone else until Monday, and you can do whatever you'd like with me, instead."

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

Ken's lips curled up into a slow, mad grin before he stepped back, letting the shadow hide him away.

"You don't understand, Persia. You don't. It feels so good.... it's like a drug. Like... like Yotan with his cigs. I know it's bad for me but it feels wonderful."

[whatsapersia.livejournal.com]

Mamoru laughed a little, shaking his head.

"I don't understand? Who made you that way, Ken?"

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

"You don't feel the thrill, though. If you did, I wouldn't still be standing here."

Smirking, he disappeared back even deeper into the dark.

[whatsapersia.livejournal.com]

"You're telling me it wouldn't feel just as good to get your revenge?"

Mamoru took a step toward him.

"Until Monday. After that you can kill whoever you want, no interference from me."

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

"No. I'm tired of being tricked by you and Kritikir. You'll con me like you always do and I won't get anything out of it. After Monday, you'll leave me again without a backwards glance. I'd rather have fun killing for now and die by your hand knowing I did what I wanted to do for the first time in a long time."

He dropped out of sight, into the darkness Underground.

[whatsapersia.livejournal.com]

Mamoru followed him down, crossbow at the ready.

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

The darkness was good for Ken. He was used to the twists and turns under the City, not even needing the simple guidance of his hand to help him navigate through the tunnels. He intended to lose his follower, then head back up into the city to find someone else to hurt.

[whatsapersia.livejournal.com]

Mamoru wasn't going to let that happen. He stayed close, just waiting for a clear shot.

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

There was a soft shuffle to his side, making him pause to glance over, his claws catching a tiny glimmer of light.