Soul Wonderland [Soul Eater Yaoi]

Ch-16 Soul

Chapter - 16 Soul

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Last night had me both beyond pissed, as well as beyond depressed. Kid running out like that because of something that I did, knowing that is unbearable enough. Of course there was blame to be also placed on Nylon, but the fact of my involvement won't shake off.

(Flashback)

Both the faker and I watched in awe as the young reaper vanished from the bath's steamed door. From behind me I heard the clap of skin to stone. My head snapped around to see Nylon, ears pressed firmly along the back of his skull, with his fist perfectly planted into one of the closest cobblestone walls nearby him. Knuckles burning with white flames

"Dammit!" he hissed through clenched teeth. "We actually decide to even try and share like buddies do but that doesn't seem to help either. Why can't he just choose one of us already instead of leaving us to guess ourselves?!"

The way he was reacting to this made me pretty pissed, "What gave you the right to say anything you arrogant prick?! Think of yourself being in that situation. Lost in another world you barely know anything about, to be suddenly introduced to somebody whom you liked in your original world. Both the first and second ones to appear at the same place, same time, feeling the exact same way about you. What then bunny-boy?"

His mouth opened as if to say something, but decided to hold his vocal chords and just shut his mouth. "Alright. I'm sorry." Nylon rubbed his jaw and turned away. "We better get going." I grumbled, wrapping my waist towel tightly around me and walking out. Only by the time that I got into my room, did my ears start to ring and my vision grow hazed. It was like a beach of sickness having its own windy day inside of me. Waves crashing against my insides in an endless pattern.

Shaking it away from my mind I searched the room for fresh clothing. On the bed laid a pale gray long-sleeved shirt along with normal looking underwear and socks, including a pair of what I'm pretty sure were black tights. My answer was deemed correct after putting them on. The shirt hung loosely beneath my arms, probably because I hadn't really eaten anything in two straight days. The fight with Asura absorbed what girls would call the EVIL CARBS!!! But because I was still feeling a tad bit light headed, I wasn't going to grab much.

Ignoring the un-comfortable fact that my clothes stuck to my skin because of my lack to dry myself, I walked down a random hallway and was lucky enough to find the dining hall. The natural duo (along with Chessine) were pigging themselves out and the usual people had to help them from choking. Dorien was rocking back and forth in a far off corner. The girl who looked like Maka. . . I mean -Lyla, was leaning forward with her chin in her hand, elbow pressed onto the table. No sign of Kid.

At first she looked at me then her eyes glided past my head. Nylon had a strong habit to appear silently like the creep he is but right now I am too tired to even try and insult him. It pissed me off how like a mirror, we took opposite ends of the long table an grabbed the same amount of the same food, which was not very much in the end. Just a few things to keep our stomachs quiet till asleep. We came, we grabbed, we left. Not a single glance nor word was shed and I loved it.

When returning to my room, I had initially thought Nylon was just finally starting to suck at his stalking skills but as I was stepping into my room, and he was stepping into the one opposite of mine, we were sure as Hell pissed. Our doors slammed shut at the same time, equal force, close to falling off of their hinges. I ate all of my food in large and angry bites then crawled into my bed then falling asleep after so much frustration.

(Flashback Over)

So here I am now, lying awake in bed, recalling the past day's events. Collecting keys and protecting Alice, or Kid, is my only purpose in this world. With my current status though on being a sort of bad-guy for Kid, I have to back off. I need to train.

I stepped off of my bed and walked out of the bedroom. First thing to happen after stepping trough the door was colliding into that stupid rabbit. "Watch it dust bunny!" I hissed through clenched teeth. He looked just as pissed as I was. "Shut it," he retorted, "I was just going to train alright and I don't want to hear your nonsense right now."

He stepped up and was about to head off but I was quick enough to grab the hem of his shirt. Apparently we had the same clothes on as well, only difference between us now is that I don't have ears and he is 100% jackass. He looked down at me with annoyed eyes until I suggested, "How about some UN-friendly sparring. Test ourselves to see who is better? Not for Kid, just out of bragging rights." Nylon gazed elsewhere to think it over. On occasion he would glance at me then go back to grumbling at something else.

"Fine." he barked, "Just don't go crying to Alice when you lose." Though he was looking away, I could feel his cocky grin. I released his shirt and quickly followed him to the outer grounds of the castle. Their form of a training area was a large open space flattened out by white cement. Our actions may have been an annoying mirror trick but our fighting styles should most definitely be different. And remember, this has nothing to do with Kid.

(Normal POV)

Two identical beings stood on opposite sides of the large stone field. Heavy breaths were taken, knuckles and/or necks satisfyingly cracked. "Ready for this?" one had shouted across. "Hell yes!" the other shouted back. 

Nylon called over a nearby servant that had been tending to the gardens. "Be our judge for a nice game of Scuffel." The man nodded and jogged his way over to the center of the left side of the grounds. "Scuffel??? What kind of game is that?" Soul scoffed. Their judge spoke loud enough for both of them to hear. 

"Scuffel is the sport or activity of grappling with an opponent and trying to throw or hold them down on the ground. The most common time to hold down your enemy is 10 complete seconds." Then he stepped back with his head down. I chuckled, earning a scowl from the rabbit, "Something hilarious faker? What's your world's given name to this game?"   I shook my head to the comment and replied, "Yes, we call it Wrestling!" 

The judge nodded to both of us before beginning the count down. "3. . ."   They did any final cracks of their knuckles or necks "2. . ."  both thought carefully of what their first move would be  "1. . . BEGIN!!!"    

Soul was the first to charge forward but not two seconds later did Nylon take to the skies. Based on where he was falling from, Soul could not see past the sun's rays of light. They were too blinding that the weapon didn't even see the foot till after it had smacked him in the face, knocking him down to the ground. Though it had given him a lower ability to do much he at least did one of few things and swung his leg, causing the other male to fall as well.

The weapon jumped far away to give himself some space and switch his arms to their scythe forms. Nylon clicked his teeth at this, 'So I have the upper-hand when it comes to fighting from above and he seems to be better at hand-to-hand combat.'   "Impressive for a nitwit such as him." He accidentally said aloud. Soul gave him a sharp glare, "I HEARD THAT BUNNY-BOY!!!" 

Nylon completely forgot about his small comment and rushed forward to try and send a blow to Evan's abdomen but was quickly dodged and repaid by a fist to the back of his head. Soul gave an additional kick down onto his back so that his body landed smack on the concrete. He stepped back in hopes that he was getting the better of things of a body that rams him in the gut hard enough to flip him over certainly answered his question.

Both faced each other once more like they had done in the very beginning. Without any words they bolted yet again with fists clenched tightly near their heads. At the same exact moment the knuckles mirrored their power enough to create an equal amount of pain that had been initially hoped for, boomeranged right at them. A finishing blow that lead to nothing except a purely disappointing stalemate.