The Sorcerer [Discontinued]

Chapter Eleven

This scene was all too familiar for the boy.

Memories and horrors were still fresh in his tortured mind. Instead of Brice, he saw him. Felt his hands, his mouth. Even the warmth of the Australian's body had been replaced by a chilling cold.

It was too much.

Without warning, Seto suddenly planted his hands on Brice's chest, shoving him violently backwards and successfully breaking the kiss. He stood there, arms wrapped around his stomach as he gasped for breath. His hair was tousled, and his cheeks were flushed a rosy pink, a sight Brice would of found extremely cute if the male didn't seem so freaked out.

The blonde blinked a few times, shaking his head slowly as he tried to make sense of what had just happened. After a few seconds, he finally looked at Seto. His eyes widened at the sight of the boy, and he instinctively reached towards him.

"No!" The shout was startling enough to make Brice pull back instantly. "Don't touch me!"

"Seto, I-"

"Shut up!" He screamed, hands flying up to grab at his head. He pressed his palms against his ears, squeezing as if trying to crush his skull.

"Please, Seto! Just let me-"

"SHUT UP!" Seto threw his hands out, sending a bolt of black magic straight at the blonde. It hit him square in the chest, throwing him back against the wall with a violent force. Seto stood there for a moment, looking at Brice with wide, tearfilled eyes. Then he spun around, bolting out of the room and leaving Brice shouting after him.

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(more than half a year later. let's see how my writing style has changed. ;))

The young sorcerer came to a halting stop at the end of the road, gasping for even the slightest bit of breath. Damn this mortal body! It wasn't meant for exertion; even some as light as that. Then again, he had sprinted down an entire two streets. That might've explained his current state.

Anyways, while he was heaving for air, he decided it was time to get out of here. That memory - no, not the one which had intruded, but rather one of something that had just occurred - kept playing over and over in his mind, forcing a dark blush onto his cheeks that ceased to fade.

He muttered a quick spell under his breath, and at once, he vanished, leaving not a trace behind in his absence. By the time Brice arrived at the stop sign, barely even panting from the run, the sorcerer was long gone.

Seto had teleported back to school for some strange reason. Hell, even he wasn't sure why. But he was currently stowed away in the freshmen boy's bathroom, sitting on a toilet seat with his legs pulled up. It was strange, how he'd caught on to human habit so quickly. How he'd figured out that this was the best way to stay hidden in a public place. He was learning at a pace unbeknownst to mankind.

Such intelligence that this being possessed. It was dangerous for him - or rather, it - to even interact with mortal humans. The things it was capable of...

Yet, it was brought to its knees by a mere teenage boy; one who appeared not much more intimidating than its current form. Just one touch from that wretched demon had been enough to turn it - no, him - into a shaking mess. It was disgusting, how this body reacted to such silly things.

"Stupid." Seto muttered under his breath as he gripped at his head, tugging anxiously on his brown locks. "Stupid, stupid, stupid... Now what, you idiot? You revealed your identity to a human... And now..." He let out a deep groan as he leaned back, staring up at the ceiling. His heart felt like it was going to burst. For the first in a very long time, Seto was at a loss for what to do. He'd never been confronted with a situation like this before. This was a first for him, as embarrassing as it was...

"You got jealous like a little schoolgirl." He continued, pulling sharply at a brunette curl as he mumbled. The pain helped him focus. "And then you let him just..." His face burned just thinking about it. God. How stupid. How incredibly stupid he was. He was the Sorcerer, for God's sake! And he let such a lesser being bring him down - dominate him, no less - and break him to a point of defenseless.

"If you weren't so damn stupid, Brice..." Then he would've killed him. Right then and there; the moment he had Seto subdued, he would've slit his throat. If you weren't such a fucking idiot... Maybe he'd actually stand a chance then.

"Ughhhh! Why are humans so fucking complicated!" He threw his hand to the side, slamming his fist into the plastic wall of the stall.

"Uh... You good, dude?"

The voice made Seto freeze, his entire body tensing up. He remained quiet for a fleeting moment, praying whoever it was would just magically forget if he were to just stay silent...

"Hey," Footsteps. They were coming closer... He could see a pair of feet under the crack of the door. "It sounds like you're going through some shit, dude. Come out. We can talk about it, if you'd like."

Something bubbled up inside of him, dark and foreign to the teenaged boy. Seto found himself climbing off of the seat and approaching the door, letting his hand drift to the latch. It slowly pushed it back, unlocking the barrier, and allowing the separation between them to disappear. There stood a worried looking nerdy freshmen, topped off with curly ginger locks and wide-framed glasses. He blinked quickly at Seto, confusion brightening his dull grey eyes. He reached out towards the Sorcerer, as if to offer a comforting hand.

"Are you feeling al-"

He didn't get a chance to finish.

Seto lifted his arm and smacked the hand away with such force that it sentthe boy flying backwards. He slammed into a spot by the sinks and sank slowly to the floor, leaving a smear of blood on the tiled wall where his head had made contact. Red slowly leaked from his gaping mouth and nose, as well as his ears, the corners of his eyes... The thick, scarlet liquid was spilling out of every orifice of his body. Before long, the floors were slick with the sticky substance.

Seto stood right in the middle of it, holding the hand he used to throw the boy across the room and staring at the bloodstain on the wall, expressionless. His bright blue-purple eyes lacked any sign of empathy or sorrow whatsoever. No anger. No malice.

There was just nothingness.

And he finally understood that darkness forming inside of him.