Calamity

A R C IV. | S C E N E VIII.

Scene VIII: Cries of the Doves

One could’ve never said how relieved both he magician and the man in white were when Kazuha walked right by them.
The blond eyed the duo for a few seconds as he walked past, yet it paid no mind. It downed on a week or so later on Dietrian that Kazuha was just slightly more off guard.
That was a distinct sign of the swordsman finally, or completely letting the other in, yet Kazuha seemed to behave just the same with Vanitas who practically knew him blind. Something wasn’t perfectly okay. And for a while, Dy washed it off.

The final straw for him was when they were all eating with Willow, Keith’s partner. Something was just not sitting right as Kazuha kept expressing his opinion more unfiltered and more direct, than other times.

And then, the very last straw: “You were right all along, Dietitian.” Kazuha had said.

“Dietrian.” The magician corrected him by instinct as his name sometimes got mispronounced.
But, that made him stop in his movement and ask himself,
Just how would he mispronounce the name he’d been saying for the last year and a half?
By accident, nonetheless.

When he looked up, Vanitas had already been eyeing him. As if a telepathic agreement passed between the two, they needn’t say it.

That wasn’t Kazuha.

It wasn’t him.

And so, Vanitas took it to Serelle later in the afternoon, to the cabin. The surface of his special sword he kept in the living accommodation, more precisely the hilt revealed a magician’s commissioned work; an artificial being, meant to replace Kazuha.

As Vanitas rid it of life, he began to wonder why all this happened?
Was it Zekki?
Or… Celestia?
ASN rebels?
Who and why?

But his thoughts soon travelled to the momentarily more pushing problem: where in hell was Kazuha?

It didn’t matter how hard he tried to push his mental link with that drop of blood in the blonde’s bracelet it only made his head hurt. The boy was untraceable. In the morning both him and the magician left to search in the city, yet that was of no use. There were nobody that saw him. In an alleyway Dietrian found the boy’s swords, muddy and close to them was the Migrobrace, clearly cut with a katana.

There was no way to find him now, was there?
And Fate knows how long it was that Kazuha actually disappeared!

Vanitas didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at his own stupidity.

How did he not notice?
It wasn’t like Kazuha.
How did he not notice the difference right away?
How could he be so terribly useless?!

The katanas Dy placed in his grip clanged hard on the pavement as a frustrated groan came down upon the man. He could scream and tear everything to shreds, burn the whole city into ash with his rage.
He inhaled a sharp breath, as if it was ridding him of his emotions, yet it was gas to the flame. Dietrian picked up the katanas again, hearing a strange sound beneath them. As if there was a trap door or something. He summoned his orbit and searched the alleyway through the cracks.
A part of the cobblestone dipped down, allowing the two to enter the groaning and damp mustiness laying under the streets of Serelle. But it only belonged to a winery shop nearby. A dark path opened before them, yet it only lead to a blind alley.

The man in white became a ball of negativity as they stared at the empty wall. It was of stone and concrete, there was no way they could tear it down at all!

To Dietrian’s greatest surprise Vanitas punched the wall – as to relieve some of his rage – so hard it fell down into dust, letting them both trespass the remains. There were doors on either side, the man hurriedly opening every single one. Not even a living soul was down there. Just those two. Or was there…?