Keepin' it Kool - ALASTOR x KOOL

CHAPTER 5 - Nuh uh.

Kool's heart pounded in his chest as he perched atop the rooftop, the night air tinged with tension. He gazed down at the city below, the neon lights flickering like stars caught in an urban sky. It had been weeks since he'd seen Alastor, and the space between them was thick with unspoken words and unresolved feelings. Tonight, he could feel the storm brewing—both within him and in the world around them.

The shadows had grown darker, and whispers of a sinister organization continued to circulate. It was becoming increasingly clear that the threat wasn't just a mere rumor; it was a tangible force, moving steadily through the city, leaving chaos in its wake. Kool tightened his grip on the edge of the building, determination coursing through him. He knew he had to be ready.

Suddenly, a flicker of movement caught his eye. Kool leaned forward, squinting into the distance. There, on another rooftop, he spotted a familiar figure, cloaked in darkness. Alastor. The sight sent a rush of adrenaline through him, but also a familiar tug of frustration. They had been rivals long enough, but this—this was different. This was the tipping point.

He jumped down from his perch, landing silently on the adjacent roof. The air felt charged, electric with anticipation. This time, they wouldn't just be exchanging playful banter; there was a palpable tension simmering between them, ready to boil over.

As Kool approached, Alastor turned, his expression a mix of surprise and something else—something more intense that made Kool's pulse quicken.

"You," Alastor said, a challenge lacing his tone. "I should have known you'd be lurking around."

"Yeah, well, I'm not the one who plays hero while the world's falling apart," Kool shot back, the words coming out sharper than he intended. "What are you doing here, Alastor?"

Alastor crossed his arms, leaning back against the ledge casually, but Kool could see the tension in his stance. "I could ask you the same thing. But we both know you're not here for a friendly chat."

The night air felt heavy, almost suffocating, as they stood there, two sides of the same coin. Each was determined to save the world, but their methods clashed like titans in battle. It was no longer about just stopping the shadowy organization; it was about stopping each other.

"Look, we can't keep doing this," Kool said, his voice low but fierce. "There's too much at stake. We need to work together instead of—"

"Working together?" Alastor interrupted, stepping forward, his eyes narrowed. "You're not getting it. You're too focused on saving everyone, but sometimes sacrifices need to be made for the greater good. You can't save them all."

Kool felt his temper flare, the heat of their argument igniting an old fire within him. "And you think throwing people away like they're nothing is the answer? You're wrong, Alastor. If we give up on the people, we're no better than those we're fighting against!"

The words hung in the air between them, heavy with unfulfilled emotions and unrecognized attraction. The intensity of their argument pulsed, filling the space with an electric charge that neither of them could ignore. As they squared off, the underlying tension crackled like static.

"Maybe you're too naive to see the bigger picture," Alastor retorted, a dangerous edge to his voice. "But I'll do whatever it takes to stop this threat, even if it means going through you."

Kool's heart raced, anger mingling with something deeper as he replied, "You think I'll just stand aside and let you destroy everything? You're out of your mind."

Without warning, Alastor lunged at him, and Kool reacted instinctively, their bodies colliding with a force that sent them both tumbling across the rooftop. As they grappled, Alastor's hand accidentally slipped, and he ended up gripping Kool's chest—a moment that sent an electric shock through both of them.