TW: Violence, Mature content and Mature Language, Blood.
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"You didn't catch me the last time we played tag."
Keith greeted Aze with a twisted kind of happiness, though there was a mocking undertone to his words.
Aze frowned but remained focused, moving slowly to the side while keeping his eyes on Keith. The psycho followed his movements, mirroring Aze as they began circling each other.
As he finally met back with his blade. His fingers finally brushed against the handle of his wakizashi, still lodged in the wall. He didn't break eye contact with Keith, who now grinned wider, seemingly pleased that they were both armed.
For a moment, silence hung in the air, thick and oppressive.
Then, out of nowhere, "Pffffhh... HAHAHHAHAA!!" Keith laughed, eyes landed on some bruises along the other's fingers.
"I see you've met my partner."
Aze's brows furrowed in confusion, a slight widening of his eyes betraying his thoughts before he quickly regained composure. Keith caught the reaction and pressed on.
"You met him, right? Halilintar," Keith said, a wide, unsettling smile spreading across his face.
Aze's grip on his wakizashi tightened, his knuckles turning white. His voice was cold and steady as he asked, "What twisted game are you playing, Keith? Involving outsiders in your schemes?"
Raising an eyebrow, Keith smirked as he rolled his eyes in mock exasperation. "What right do you have to ask me that question?" he shot back, his tone dripping with contempt. "Coming from someone like you."
Aze ignored the jab, remaining silent, his focus unwavering.
Unfazed by Aze's lack of response, he continued with a taunting edge to his voice. "Don't you miss me, Aze? You left me with such a pretty gift the last time we fought."
As he spoke, Keith traced a line over the scar running down his face, his left eye concealed by an eyepatch. With a sudden, angry smile, he ripped the patch away, revealing a scarred, grey eye underneath.
Keeping his expression neutral, Aze's gaze flicked briefly to the damaged eye before settling back on Keith's face.
"You should have killed me back then, but you're too kind." Keith's voice turned playful, almost sing-song as he taunted.
He giggled, an eerie sound that sent a shiver down one's spine. "You're no fun, Aze~" he teased, a twisted grin spreading across his face. "But I love having fun with you, alive or dead. It's all the same pleasure."
Aze's expression twisted into one of pure disgust, his revulsion clear. Keith's grin only widened at the reaction.
"Let's make love, AZE!!!" Keith suddenly shrieked, his voice filled with manic glee as he lunged forward, knives flashing in his hands.
The wakizashi raised to meet Keith's attack. The sound of metal clashing echoed through the room as their blades collided. Keith's strikes were fast and erratic, driven by madness, but Aze countered each one with cold precision.
His laughter filled the air as he pressed his assault, his eyes wild with a mix of excitement and fury. "Come on, Aze! Show me how much you love me!" he yelled, his voice cracking with adrenaline.
Aze's focus remained sharp, his movements calculated as he parried Keith's frenzied attacks. "You're sick, Keith," Aze hissed, his voice steady despite the intensity of the fight.
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