Post by Yoshimitsu on Apr 1, 2008 18:55:01 GMT -5
It was a rift. It was a simple thing to create, but disasterous with its consequences. He was just a teenager, and no matter how much emotional maturity he had, it was still far too much to expect him to be able to cope with what he had done. He was already emotionally wounded, and they managed to abuse that. It was only a matter of time before he was lost. His heart was divided. Out of that divide, something had been created, something even he didn't know about. An opposite. It was not strong at first, but as he slowly lost himself more and more, it was gaining strength. All that the boy had lost, this opposite had gained. The opposite was growing, faster and faster.
It was a cold night. Mist was hanging around, gripping the area tightly. Breath crystalised immediately after being exhaled. Anyone who was foolish enough to go out was shivering violently, and hurried back inside. No animals were out, all preferring the warmth of their homes. However, something was not quite right about tonight, and it had nothing to do with the weather. There was something happening.
It was on Mist. Luckily, the island hovered high enough to be free from its namesake, but it was not free from the chill. The aquatic section of the island had frozen solid, and the desert section had turned more rocky than sandy. Yoshimitsu was not there, he was hunting his friend down once more, trying to find some kind of clue that Vincent had accidentally left behind. The island was stationary for once. Everything seemed to be wrong on the island.
Suddenly, something pierced the eerie silence. An explosion of some kind, right at the top of the central mountain. A white bolt of lightning had shot down from nowhere, scorching all in its path, and hit the mountain top, spreading white flames around. Something was flowing down through the lightning, which turned out to look more like a jagged tube. A figure's feet touched down on the earth, and the flames began to fade...
Yoshimitsu sensed it. Something had happened. He knew it had happened for two reasons. The first, it was on his island. Any abnormal activity there, he could sense instantly. The second, whatever he was sensing felt familiar. He had only ever sensed it in one other person, the person he was pursuing at the moment. However, something was slightly off. Yoshimitsu frowned, his hair sparking into gold as he shot to the sky, his sword materialising in his hand. If someone was trespassing on his island, he wanted to know what they were doing there.
"Ok, forget sensing, I can see it now," Yoshimitsu muttered to himself as he shot above the clouds, Mist on the horizon. On the tip of the mountain, he could see something, a bright white light, with a bolt of lightning from the sky. He glanced up. The lightning was just there. There were no thunder clouds. Yoshimitsu frowned, increasing his speed to reach his destination. It was slowly become clearer as he got closer. The mountain top was covered in white flames, but they were not spreading outside of a circle. A summoning, Yoshimitsu mused. But then, where was the summoner? He had stopped, hovering a bit away from this strange occurance. Then he noticed something. Something, or someone, had fallen through the lightning, stood at the centre of the flaming circle. Yoshimitsu gripped his sword tigher, and stared into the light.
The fire was faded, the lightning dissipating, but the light was not. The figure was emitting a bright white glow. Yoshimitsu could see him clearly through the light. He was tall, a little taller than Yoshimitsu, with pure white hair. His face looked familiar, the determination, the hint of kindness, the mask of hardness. He wore a plain white t-shirt, short sleeved, hugging his toned body. His pants, jeans, fairly baggy, with a chain coiled loosely around one leg, vivid red buckles down the other. And boots, combat boots, brand new and shining in the glow. In either hand, the figure held a sword, idential. The hilts of each sword was a single dragon wing, the blades stretching out from them. Hovering around his head was a third sword, but the hilt of this one was a dragon head. All the blades were smothered in white flames.
The glow faded, as did the flames around the swords. The figure looked at each of his swords in turn, and they disappeared as he did so. His face was set, and Yoshimitsu recognised the resemblance.
"Where is he?" The figure asked.
"What? Who are you?" Yoshimitsu asked.
"My name is Tec. Where is he?" The figure replied. The last three words were more forceful.
"I don't know, do I? What do you think I've been doing?" Yoshimitsu replied, his grip on his sword tightening still.
"Where is he?!" Tec demanded. Yoshimitsu backed up a bit.
"I don't fucking know!" Yoshimitsu shouted back. Suddenly, one of Tec's swords materialised in his hand, and he shot at Yoshimitsu, his eyes blazing.
Yoshimitsu recognised the starting attack a mile off. He automatically defended and knocked Tec to the side, but Tec did not come round for a second attack. He shot down, turning into a bolt of lightning, aimed for the earth below. Yoshimitsu swore and shot after him, a golden fireball rocketing down. Whoever Tec was, he was bad knews, Yoshimitsu could tell. And if he was heading where there were people, Yoshimitsu had no doubts that Tec would not spare their lives. He was moving faster, he could see the light ahead that he knew to be Tec.
Tec landed in the middle of Celadon City, exploding back into vision, and he was soon followed by Yoshimitsu, who's hair was still golden, his sword still in hand.
"Tec!" Yoshimitsu shouted. "You wont find him here!"
"I know how I can find him," Tec replied. "Do not interfere."
"If you're putting lives in danger, then I have no choice," Yoshimitsu replied. Tec laughed, and the laugh scared Yoshimitsu. It was maniacal. Suddenly, without warning, there was a flash of white flame as Tec summoned all three of his swords, and brought them all cleaving through the nearest bystander.
"Oh, now you've done it," Yoshimitsu snarled, raising his sword.
It was a cold night. Mist was hanging around, gripping the area tightly. Breath crystalised immediately after being exhaled. Anyone who was foolish enough to go out was shivering violently, and hurried back inside. No animals were out, all preferring the warmth of their homes. However, something was not quite right about tonight, and it had nothing to do with the weather. There was something happening.
It was on Mist. Luckily, the island hovered high enough to be free from its namesake, but it was not free from the chill. The aquatic section of the island had frozen solid, and the desert section had turned more rocky than sandy. Yoshimitsu was not there, he was hunting his friend down once more, trying to find some kind of clue that Vincent had accidentally left behind. The island was stationary for once. Everything seemed to be wrong on the island.
Suddenly, something pierced the eerie silence. An explosion of some kind, right at the top of the central mountain. A white bolt of lightning had shot down from nowhere, scorching all in its path, and hit the mountain top, spreading white flames around. Something was flowing down through the lightning, which turned out to look more like a jagged tube. A figure's feet touched down on the earth, and the flames began to fade...
Yoshimitsu sensed it. Something had happened. He knew it had happened for two reasons. The first, it was on his island. Any abnormal activity there, he could sense instantly. The second, whatever he was sensing felt familiar. He had only ever sensed it in one other person, the person he was pursuing at the moment. However, something was slightly off. Yoshimitsu frowned, his hair sparking into gold as he shot to the sky, his sword materialising in his hand. If someone was trespassing on his island, he wanted to know what they were doing there.
"Ok, forget sensing, I can see it now," Yoshimitsu muttered to himself as he shot above the clouds, Mist on the horizon. On the tip of the mountain, he could see something, a bright white light, with a bolt of lightning from the sky. He glanced up. The lightning was just there. There were no thunder clouds. Yoshimitsu frowned, increasing his speed to reach his destination. It was slowly become clearer as he got closer. The mountain top was covered in white flames, but they were not spreading outside of a circle. A summoning, Yoshimitsu mused. But then, where was the summoner? He had stopped, hovering a bit away from this strange occurance. Then he noticed something. Something, or someone, had fallen through the lightning, stood at the centre of the flaming circle. Yoshimitsu gripped his sword tigher, and stared into the light.
The fire was faded, the lightning dissipating, but the light was not. The figure was emitting a bright white glow. Yoshimitsu could see him clearly through the light. He was tall, a little taller than Yoshimitsu, with pure white hair. His face looked familiar, the determination, the hint of kindness, the mask of hardness. He wore a plain white t-shirt, short sleeved, hugging his toned body. His pants, jeans, fairly baggy, with a chain coiled loosely around one leg, vivid red buckles down the other. And boots, combat boots, brand new and shining in the glow. In either hand, the figure held a sword, idential. The hilts of each sword was a single dragon wing, the blades stretching out from them. Hovering around his head was a third sword, but the hilt of this one was a dragon head. All the blades were smothered in white flames.
The glow faded, as did the flames around the swords. The figure looked at each of his swords in turn, and they disappeared as he did so. His face was set, and Yoshimitsu recognised the resemblance.
"Where is he?" The figure asked.
"What? Who are you?" Yoshimitsu asked.
"My name is Tec. Where is he?" The figure replied. The last three words were more forceful.
"I don't know, do I? What do you think I've been doing?" Yoshimitsu replied, his grip on his sword tightening still.
"Where is he?!" Tec demanded. Yoshimitsu backed up a bit.
"I don't fucking know!" Yoshimitsu shouted back. Suddenly, one of Tec's swords materialised in his hand, and he shot at Yoshimitsu, his eyes blazing.
Yoshimitsu recognised the starting attack a mile off. He automatically defended and knocked Tec to the side, but Tec did not come round for a second attack. He shot down, turning into a bolt of lightning, aimed for the earth below. Yoshimitsu swore and shot after him, a golden fireball rocketing down. Whoever Tec was, he was bad knews, Yoshimitsu could tell. And if he was heading where there were people, Yoshimitsu had no doubts that Tec would not spare their lives. He was moving faster, he could see the light ahead that he knew to be Tec.
Tec landed in the middle of Celadon City, exploding back into vision, and he was soon followed by Yoshimitsu, who's hair was still golden, his sword still in hand.
"Tec!" Yoshimitsu shouted. "You wont find him here!"
"I know how I can find him," Tec replied. "Do not interfere."
"If you're putting lives in danger, then I have no choice," Yoshimitsu replied. Tec laughed, and the laugh scared Yoshimitsu. It was maniacal. Suddenly, without warning, there was a flash of white flame as Tec summoned all three of his swords, and brought them all cleaving through the nearest bystander.
"Oh, now you've done it," Yoshimitsu snarled, raising his sword.