two souls (DREAMNOBLADE)

Chapter two

The wind brushed past the pinkettes long, beautiful, pink (obviously) hair. he sighed through his nose, keeping his head down, everything had washed away. he was lost in thought, outside of his window. just sitting on the little edge of the closed off balcony. he shook his head slightly, closing his eyes tightly before taking a swift look around, eyes landing on the clouds above.

The beautiful shape of each individual one, it was truly out of this world. "atleast you have freedom..a place to live freely without judgement.." he muttered at the clouds, pulling apart his sealed lips while doing so.

he felt that alot around his mouth. when you keep your lips shut for so long that when you go to inhale or speak through your mouth, your pulling away the skin from one another as if they had been melting into eachother. ironic, is it not? that's usually how you describe a kiss.

"And you?" a voice sounded from behind him. he looked, but no one was there. he sighed, moving his legs over the other edge and hopping off, onto the floor of the balcony. he peeked through his window. "Hallo?" he waited for a response, putting his elbows on the windowsill, resting his face in his hand. "anyone, uhh..spyin' on me in there?" he shook it off when there was no response, stepping inside of the window. he looked at himself in the mirror.

bags under his eyes, pink hair having looked as though he just woke from a deep, restless slumber. he fixed his crown to a proper position on his head, aswell as his robe. "better.." he mumbled to himself, leaving the room silently whilst grabbing his sword which had been leaned beside the door frame before the door had closed.

he walked past the dining room entrance, not even bothering to take a glance towards his brothers. he headed straight for training grounds.

the grass brushed against his boots effortlessly (oh to be a piece of grass being lightly swayed in the wind with the rest of my brethren.). he placed himself infront of the dummy, stepping back from it, tightening his grip on the sword. his brother, Tommy had been peeking through the doorway to the castle, watching The pinkette from a distance.

his eyes lit up as he took mental notes to himself of his brothers stance and such, wanting to be just as good as him but better in the very near future.

Techno inhaled deeply, closing his eyes for a second before opening them once more, only taking in his surroundings for a millisecond and nothing more or else, quickly jumping up and springing at the Dummy, slashing it right in half but stopped down a bit below the middle, exhaling a breath he forgot he had in. although, that wasn't enough for him.

he'd been showing his weaker side around his father, one he never wanted anyone to see. and he wouldn't let himself forget it. he surely hadn't been coming out of his room alot. only to sit up on the roof or perhaps the edge of the balcony. he didn't come out to train very much, and when he did it wasn't very consistent, only once every few months.

he would probably turn to his beloved fishing rod in the duel though, he knew everything he needed to, there wasn't really any such reason he'd need to be training for this 'duel'. although, he's going to push himself far into training, not for the sake of winning, but for a distraction. since Phil knows he's going to be entering a possible near-death duel against someone that almost matches up to his pvp skills, he won't ask or worry about Techno training constantly over the next few hours.

he thought about genuine tactics that could help for a moment, before clearing his mind, he knew he wouldn't lose. that wasn't what kept bothering him, it was the fact that he absolutely despised it when people worked about him. he hated it everytime someone gave him a concerned look.