FIGHT FOR ME

6} Identicals Repel

[Siony's pov]

It was Saturday morning, the day we agreed on to go practice for the project. We can do this, Keltians heal very fast with the help healing magic. All our wounds are pretty much fine by now. Apparently we have to wear some very specific tight combat uniform for the skit. It amplifies our flexibility, which is a main component, the science behind it is actually cool. Acrobatics was a major factor in the way older generation Keltians fight. It involved gymnastic body bending movements, composing of backflips, jumping, and making tricks with your body.

This brought me back to the fight on the rooftop. That moment when Zelos's leg bent up so flexibly to slam my jaw. He really wasn't bluffing when he said he was experienced in acrobatics, he really knows his stuff. Even if I didn't train for years in specifically acrobatics, when it comes to fighting I learn fast. I doubt this would be hard for me. Especially me.

Zelos agreed to meet at my house, there was a fighting range in my backyard. I put on the combat uniform, it was a tight black suit with long sleeves. I rolled the sleeves up to my elbows as I heard the doorbell ring from downstairs, and I left my room to answer the door.

[Zelos's pov]

I biked all the way from the dormitory to the address he gave me. I was carrying a black bag with one strap that hanged from my left shoulder, and I wore the combat uniform under the usual blue and white jacket I wear to school. The wheels on my bicycle crunched on the gravel, and I looked around the approaching neighborhood. Of course, that bastard lives in one of those big ass estates. It won't be hard to find, they're gigantic. I looked to my right and double checked if I got the street right before I proceeded. Siony's handwriting is actual jackshit, does he write while he's drunk?? It looks like broken cursive written by an ink smudger. He sucks because of this. I can barely read it.

I went up to the correct house, and took a moment to observe its spatial structure. It was an old but modern looking place, with white gates all around it. The grass was well tended to and there was a huge fountain on the side, with some flowers. It was beautiful. Clutching my bag close to me, the white gates made smooth squeaky sound when I opened them. I parked my bike behind one of the bushes, then I walked up the 3 small steps to the 2 doored entrance, and pressed the doorbell on the side. A buzzing sound emitted from it, and I heard faint footsteps from the other side get closer and closer.

Siony opened the door for me. He had a hair tie between his teeth and one hand on his hair, about to tie it. "Welcome." He said in a jokingly formal voice. I gave him a look, then entered. His house was fucking huge. The entrance was a giant vast space, with the ceiling seemingly more than 2 stories high. "This way." Siony led me in, walking while tying his hair up and fixing it. I looked around the mansion in a bit of wonder. The walls were painted dark scarlet red, with cream white corner moldings. There were two giant staircases on each side and a giant chandelier in the middle, the crystals blinding me as I looked up. We cut through the hallway on the left, and came to a living room.

An older dark haired woman, probably his mother, sat on the couch reading something while holding a cup of tea. She looked up at us passing by and asked, "school friend?" Siony didn't even glance at her. "Project partner." He responded, avoided calling me a friend. They said nothing else, and we left the living room.

We cut through the house walking in silence and it felt like forever. How big is this stupid house? Finally we reached the sliding door to the backyard. The door was made from glass, and I could see through it. The field Siony told me about looked even bigger than his house.

I waited crossing my arms as he unlocked the door and slid it open. We walked out, and the ground was covered in vibrant green grass. I looked around in awe. There wasn't a single weed in sight and the grass was soft. I haven't seen such a big open space other than in the school. I looked around, zoning out.