Reality of Daydreams

Another Coward?

"Who are you?" Marc asked realizing he had seen the boy before. Silver ignored him, as the trio froze in silence. Finally, Luka stepped forward and moved his head in Marc's direction but kept his eyes trained on the stranger. "A friend of yours?" He asked somewhat mockingly, as though Marc asking for help was no surprise to him. Feeling a hit at his pride he said "Some friend he is," remembering the apparent cause of his misery and shifting the blame entirely on the silver-haired boy, who, in turn, cast a side glance at him annoyed. This only served to feed the already blazing fire in Marc's eyes, but before he could act on it Luka lunged for him. The silver-haired boy had seemed to step out of the way, proving to Marc that he was more foe than friend. Marc cursed him under his breath as his older brother closed in on him. Snapping into a ready position and swinging a feeble fist at Luka, the crown prince suddenly fell to the side before Marc had even made contact. Starring blankly, Marc had completely missed the action that had only taken up less than a second. Luka's once composed and terrifying-self was struggling to keep his balance as Silver landed a punch square in the jaw.

Luka's face melted into a scornful smile, "Aw, is this one not a coward like you?" he asked with his usual composure, completely recovering from the shock save for rubbing his jaw. The silver-haired boy stood silently, the annoyance growing on his face. 

"Nevermind, this one shares the same problem as you." Luka said stepping forward before, "Lack of respect." With that Luka attack, this time the silver-haired boy who dodged. Luka, not falling for any more of his tricks kept his balance and landed a blow to the boy's stomach. Stumbling for only a moment the boy snapped into action, moving swiftly but never throwing a punch. Marc stood in awe and frustration feeling disgusted at the silver-haired boy indirectly protecting him. 

Why am I always on the sidelines for my fights. 

Why does someone always need to fight them for me? 

Silver kept faking the prince out, causing him to stumble. Luka kept falling back closer and closer to the building Marc had escaped from only minutes ago. With his back finally hitting hard against the wall, it was Luka's turn to fake the silver-haired freak out. Dodging the boy's first punch, Luka easily jumped and grabbed hold the barred window. After that, he swiftly swung himself onto the roof and within seconds was gone. The silver-haired boy made no intentions after him which only served to prove Marc's theory right. That the boy had only fought for his sake. Marc clenched his fist as silver-haired turned around and began walking over to him. Unable to read his eyes, Marc prepared for some gratitude thirsty idiot who lived on the stuff. walking past him, silver bent down picking up something. Marc snapped around, almost offended. "Who are you?" Marc couldn't and didn't want to disguise the disgust in his voice as silver stood up and turned to him. 

"Soul." and lifting a small silver ring said, "and I'll take this as payment," before running off leaving Marc confused and angry.

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A/N

AND IT FINALLY HAPPENED!!!

SInce Koala of light is not patient enough to wait for me to write a long A/N I'm gonna have tocut this short ;)

Good night and good luck in life peeps!!!! :D