Stop Copying Me! | Private | Gil & Nai

@BLONDIE
oh dang - sorry for crap post
nai seems to have bad luck

As arrogant as he was, Nai had infered that this guy would die in the next few minutes - death consuming his soul. He watched as various places on his body - exposed - began to tear off and disintegrate into the aura of shadow that rippled around them both. The wooden floor around them started to gradually rot, appearing as kindled markings from a fire. Zack was on a level of physical strength that was as high as his own, but, in a position such as this, the youth doubted he'd be able to be forced off like a rider on a horse. But, he was wrong. Just as he had refused to admit it downstairs, Zack managed to veer slightly underneath him, his elbow belting directly into the center of his face. Nai stumbled back, hands holding his nose as he felt the moist touch of blood immersing against his fingers. The wind violently flushed out the dark aura, although, it was already to late for the kid. He could still see his flesh hesitantly rotting and the colour of his skin going pale. Zack was slowly dying. Quickly, he stumbled onto his feet as a hurdle of wind-like blades advanced into his direction. Unforunately for him, he was not as quick to react as earlier - two of the blades grazing across his left shoulder.

Tearing through muscle and ripping his bare excuse of a shirt, Nai descended behind the desk. The wound was deep, and he was already loosing to much blood. Would he die? Although that may of been the dreams of many who loathed him, Nai, did not want that. He didn't want to die yet. The youth wished he had been more experienced in combat then with magic and evading. His vision was going blurry, and he could not hear Zack approaching the desk. In fact, the copy-cat was silent - all he could hear was the faint sound of Gil. Shit. He tried to push himself up as much as he could, managing to reach the wall to lean up just slightly against it. There was the lifeless body of Zack on the floor, a weak smile stretching onto his lips. "Heh." he wanted to laugh out loud. Stand up proudly and show how truly great he was. But, he couldn't. Those eyes of ruby, gradually started to close.

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@BLONDIE
yes i just handed you the feels
for some reason i decided to
make this post a bit to angsty 8')
forgive meh

Nai was no longer in reality. Obscurity immersed him as though he had fallen into the depths of the ocean. He couldn't breath, he couldn't move. The surface of this world was limitless, and as he fell and fell and fell. A peculiar warm feeling washed over his very self. It was not cold like usual. This darkness had always felt so cold and empty, but, the youth did not feel as if he was alone. Confusion approached his mentality, the colour gold clashing against this barren wastle-land of old memories. Like stars in the sky, he could see each and every one. His hands would slowly reach out, as if to try and touch them. But, no matter how much his fingers outstretched, he would never reach those stars. It was painful. Seeing their faces all the time. Perhaps that was the reason why he slept so much - to try and reach those memories. To see those faces that he held so dear to his heart. Nai was never one to run away, but, that day, where everything changed, he was to afraid to even wonder what they would think about him if they found out he used magic. The immediate assumption was hatred, betrayal and shock. He couldn't even fathom what else there may of been. So instead he ran. He ran until he couldn't anymore, until his feet bled out and his stomach churned in hunger.

In the farthest golden star, he could see a fragment that brought back a nostalgic feeling into his chest - twisting and pulling at his heart. His very first friend. Somebody, who in such dark, secretive times, was the only light he had. Even though he knew absolutely nothing of who Nai was and how much pain he had gone through, the raven-haired youth didn't care. He didn't want him to know the truth. Especially since, it was forbidden to tell - he just thought that regardless of how kind that person truly was, he'd still come to hate him. Those naked lids twitched, ebony lashes parting open to expose a teary red. His cheeks felt wet, and he knew he was crying - his sight blurred and his body felt weak. "Koumei... a whisper, but, surely it was heard by the one who carried him. Still half-awake, his own voice hauled him back into reality. The first thing he noticed was that he had been crying, and when he comprehended who was carrying him, his forehead fell against the male's shoulder refusing to reveal such an embarrassing sight. Although, Nai guessed that the blonde would feel his shoulder dampen anyway - as long as he couldn't see his face that was all that mattered.

"Gil..." his voice was weak, gentle. It wasn't cold and venomous - dripping with his overconfident youth. Instead, it was tinged with confusion, and the pain of something else that he couldn't perceive. "...Why?" a pause, "Why did you save me? I thought you hated me.. so.." his voice trailed off, no longer having the courage to continue on. As soon as he noticed what had been used to bind his wound, he felt the cords of his very heart being fiercely pulled upon. Nai had always been emotional, but, this was the first time he had cried in awhile. Hadn't this person hated me? The two always clashed together like opposing elements - butting heads and starting aimless quarrels. Nai had guessed he would have definitely left him there to die. Taken the money and headed back to the guild. But, instead, he did the complete opposite. His tightened lips trembled and his shoulders started to shake just slightly. "You say one thing, then you go and do something else.. are you an idiot?" he didn't speak loudly. He was afraid if he did, his voice would crack, and he'd let the blonde hear things that he never wanted him to hear. The very thought of being let down and seen in such a mess would fill him with shame and self-pity. He'd never talk to the blonde again. Nai couldn't even consider talking to him after this without feeling so conflicted by strange emotions.

But, was he fine with doing that? He didn't know. And quite frankly, the youth would never know until it slapped him right in the face.

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