Truth of Soul. (A Rosario+Vampire x Jedi Male Reader fanfic.)

Chapter 11: Blazing Fire, Furious Echo

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Y/N P.O.V.

I stand opposite my blazing adversary to protect my friends. I know that he'll be making the first move. He lunges at me with his clawed hand outstretched, and I sidestep out of the way, and slash Kuyo across the face with the purple saber in my hand, leaving a burn mark where the blade made contact.

(Y/N) - Before I left Keito to die, Kuyo, I read her Echoes.

(Kuyo) - Echoes?

(Y/N) - Force Echo is an ability used to read the history of a person or an object. I saw bits and bytes of her past, and numerous strategies used by the Security Committee. I chose to assimilate this data in the event it proved useful. Through her, I saw this form of yours. To say I was less than impressed would be an understatement.

(Kuyo) - WHAT?!

He lunges for me again, and I sidestep his swing, and counter with an upward slash to the chest.

(Y/N) - You have power. You just choose to let it run rampant whenever it best suits you. You let your power corrupt you - let it own you.

He backs me up against a wall, only for me to jump off of it, over him, and leaving an opening on his back where I bring both blades across his spine. His monster power is protecting him. No matter. It will wear out soon enough.

(Y/N) - You've allowed yourself to grow mad, and your strategic mind to grow weak. You use nothing more than brute force. I don't know what the original committee was like, but yours is nothing more than an overglorified band of tyrants, and when you die, it will fall with you.

He grabs me by the collar, and slams me into the ground. Damn, that hurt. As he winds up to slam me again, I use the force to slow him down, slam my studded knuckles into his jaw, and spin out of his grasp, landing on my feet, and calling my ancestor's sabers back to me with the force.

He takes a few steps back after feeling the impact of my punch, before looking at me in hate.

(Y/N) - Your ambitions gave you power, and you became drunk off of it, just like your pawns. You've become so corrupt with power that you've lost your mind, and started hurting the people you were helping, therein, you have LOST the right to speak of preserving the peace, and protecting the order!

(Kuyo) - SHUT UP!

He creates two blades out of fire, and slams them against my guard. He's pushing against me...

But I won't move.

NOT THIS TIME.

I push him back, and perform two saber throws, allowing the force to guide my ancestor's sabers towards their target. Kuyo dodges them both, but in doing so, he leaves himself vulnerable to me bringing my heel across his face.

... I didn't expect him to grab my ankle after being hit upside the face.

(Kuyo) - How like the Jedi. You don't come up with anything original often.

(Y/N) - Is it so wrong to take inspiration from those around us? 'Sides...

The thick metal strips on my other boot extend into the cleavers I designed them for, and I bring my other leg up. He never saw it coming. I bring my other leg down on his face, bruising his temple, and cutting two large gashes over and under his eye. In the agony, he lets go of my ankle, and I land on my hands. 

(Y/N) - If it ain't broke, don't fix it.

I get to my feet, and continue my onslaught, bashing my sabers against his flaming blades, and his arms, only for him to launch a blast of fire that I was unprepared for. It knocks me back several feet, and I lose my grip on my ancestor's sabers.