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[Do you know what's exceptionally awkward?

Waking up to discover that you've turned into your sister, whom you love to the point of obsession and whose memory you have placed on an ivory pedestal. And your clothes are suddenly far too tight, for numerous reasons. Most of which you'd rather not think about (two in particular).

This is how Mithos began his day.

There was a certain shock and thrill that came with seeing Martel's face, very much alive, reflected back in the mirror. He almost couldn't tear his eyes away, but knowing that it was actually himself and not his sister helped dampen the enchantment.

Then there was the matter of his clothes...

Mid-morning finds Mithos scurrying across the village to the clothing shop. Very thankfully, he owns a larger cloak for outdoor use, and this adequately covers Martel's (his?) body and the embarrassingly-tight clothing. Not well enough for his concerns, but it will have to do. The other options are hardly being able to breathe for several days, or else...no, not even going to think about that. Passers-by, feel free to notice the troubled, somewhat frazzled look on this poor woman's (?) face.]

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[Ever since he got his crystal back, Yuan's been feeling a lot safer about going out. In fact, now that his housemates are gone, he can't stand to stay cooped up inside for too long either. Things are just too quiet.

He's aware there's an experiment going on; the chaos on the journals had already tipped him off. Still, Yuan hadn't figured out yet exactly how it works. That's why he wasn't expecting Martel, or anyone who looks like her, to be wandering through the village. As soon as he spots that familiar head of green hair, he stops in his tracks, all sorts of thoughts racing through his head.

Is the New Feather cycle still going on? No, don't be ridiculous, it can't be. ... But she looks just like her.]

[Mithos is so lost in a torrent of thoughts - all concerning Martel, many concerning how much he wishes she could be here in reality - that he almost fails to notice Yuan standing there.

Almost.

He is the exact last person Mithos wants to run into, especially while appearing as Martel. It's purely blasphemous for Yuan to be in the presence of his sister, even if it isn't actually her. And of course he is still very much sore over their previous encounter. His wing has healed, his pride has not.

Mithos makes the split decision to subtly change direction in an effort to circumvent the highly undesirable encounter.]

[Before Yuan can even fully get a grasp on the situation, the woman's already turned to leave. He frowns at that. She did notice him, didn't she? Didn't she recognize him? Or is that precisely why she's avoiding him? Then again, it may not even be her at all. Why is he even thinking like that?

He hesitates for a moment, then decides to stride after her. He has to know who this woman is.]

H-hey! Wait! ... Hold on a moment.

[Something about Yuan's voice lights a fuse in him. It's the principle of it: him speaking to Martel.

Mithos halts and whirls around. The look of cold ire probably looks strange on Martel's face; the sharp words sound equally strange hissed in her voice.]

Don't speak to me.

[That tone of voice was already enough to have Yuan stop in his tracks, but the look on her face ultimately seals the deal. He freezes a second time, eyes widening. She looks just like Martel, but... She certainly doesn't act the part. The real Martel would never behave like this.]

You...

What part of don't speak to me do you not understand? I want nothing to do with a traitor like you.

[Even more so than usual. He does like the sound of those words coming from Martel's mouth; she never had the chance to say them herself.]

[He's honestly shocked by Martel's attitude. She never got this mad; it's very foreign to see her like this. Once he hears the word "traitor", though, everything clicks into place.]

.... Mithos.

[He scowls in lieu of any greeting or acknowledgment. Seen right through, but it changes nothing.]

How many times do I have to repeat myself? Stay away from Martel. [This is dark and threatening Martel's voice will ever be.]

[He shakes his head, now considering himself rather foolish for daring to believe this person was really Martel. He should've known better. Mithos isn't exactly improving his temper, either.]

But you're not Martel, now are you?

No, but I know she wouldn't want you anywhere near her.

[Yuan has about 10 seconds to remove himself from Mithos' sight. With a grudge, an obsession, and a temper working in tandem, his fuse is exceptionally short and an explosion is imminent.]

[Naturally, Yuan won't budge. Since when did he ever play by Mithos' rules? He can't just walk away while he's insulting Martel's memory, either.]

You don't know anything but your own delusions, Mithos.

[Eruption in 3, 2, 1. Without warning, Mithos strikes the backside of his hand across Yuan's face, putting as much force as possible behind the blow. The look on his face can only be described as murderous.]

Delusions? Don't you dare say that to me, the one who still loves her and protects her. The only delusions here are your own.

[If this were any other time, Yuan would've dodged the blow, but... He found that he couldn't. He hadn't seen it coming and by the time he realized Mithos was lashing out at him, it was already too late. It wasn't much of a blow- not without angelic strength, but his cheekbone is awfully sore nonetheless.

He rubs a hand over his cheek, realizing he'd let his guard down. Why'd he let his guard down? This is Mithos he's talking to, not Martel.]

Because you just can't accept that you're wrong, can you? Everyone in the world is mistaken but you.

How is it wrong to love my sister, to want to protect her wishes and uphold her memory? Though I shouldn't expect you to understand any of that, not after you turned your back and abandoned her.

[Just saying the words, and maybe hearing them in Martel's voice too, sets off sparks in him. He swings his hand toward Yuan's face again, wishing he could completely obliterate the filth in front of him.]

[This time he sees it coming; he quickly raises an arm to block Mithos' strike with his wrist. Despite that, he still suffers a bit of a blow. Hearing someone with Martel's voice- with Martel's whole appearance say that he betrayed her has a lot more impact than when Mithos says it in his usual form. He visibly flinches.]

I did no such thing! You have her wishes all wrong. Martel would never want anyone to be harmed and you should know that better than anyone!

[Oh, he saw that flinch. A dark smirk spreads across his face; it looks positively deranged with Martel's normally serene features.]

If you "did no such thing," as you so disgustingly claim, then why do you feel guilt?

... I don't feel guilt. [It's half a lie. He knows that, in the overall, what he did was right. That it was all justified and for the good of the world. Even so, he feels bad for killing all those innocent girls; those Chosen Ones. When it comes down to Martel's beliefs, though? No guilt whatsoever.]

[That isn't what he wanted to hear. The smirk drops, falling back into a furious scowl.]

You should, and you will!

[Hey Yuan, do you remember how you confiscated Mithos' sword last time? Well he got a new one. Obtaining nearly anything here is ridiculously easy, after all. In an instant he's whipping it out of its sheath, hidden beneath his cloak, and swinging toward Yuan.]

[The furious scowl was already enough of a hint that Mithos would try to attack again. Sadly, Yuan hadn't noticed the sword until Mithos reached down to unsheathe it. A look of surprise washing over his face, he hastily hops backwards to dodge the blade. It's a narrow miss- too narrow for his liking.]

Stop this!

[He lunges forward and swings viciously, backed by all the strength he can muster. Which doesn't amount to nearly as much as it once did in his angelic form, but still fairly formidible.]

Stop seeking revenge for Martel? [This is obviously a "don't make me laugh" sort of tone.] Never. Not even if you begged for mercy from both of us! [~~Which would be totally awesome, by the way/~~]

[Yuan dodges again, his eyes on the blade rather than Mithos' form. He needs to bear in mind that he's being attacked. It doesn't matter that it's Martel's appearance, it's just Mithos and he's trying to stab him. That doesn't stop the words from ringing in his ears, though.]

I'd rather die than beg you for anything!

[Growling at Yuan's continued evasion (so like the miserable dog he truly is), Mithos twists around to aim for a shoulder.]

I'll grant you that favor, then!

[Complex coordination is a bit difficult with Martel's body. It isn't a matter of height; 4000 years of assuming the persona of Yggdrasill made him accustomed to being taller. It's more a concern of...balance. Up top. Furthermore, his own clothes on her frame are fairly restricting.]

[Mithos may not be up to his usual standards, but Yuan can't keep dodging forever. At some point, the guy's bound to get lucky. That's why he summons his saber to his hand as soon as he can, using it to block the next strike.

How easy it would be to just sidestep and try to land a blow of his own... Easy, yet he can't bring himself to do it.]

You dare raise a sword against my sister?

[Pushing his blade off of Yuan's, Mithos leaps backward before going in again from a different angle. He wants to see Yuan's blood, and he wants to see it now.]

[Another block. It's a good thing Yuan's blade is so big; that means it can cover more of his body. Even so, he's still not fighting back. All he can do is defend himself from harm.]

I'm raising it against you! [He's not entirely convinced that this is true, but he knows he doesn't have any other choice. Mithos won't hesitate to kill him if he wastes time on feeling guilty. Then it hits him that they're still in the middle of the village. He can't let other people get involved in this.]

Now put your sword away, you fool! Do you really want half the village to intervene?

I'm not withdrawing my sword until it's dripping with your traitorous blood! I don't care who tries to interfere; I'll cut them down too!

[Regardless of how massive the blade is, it can't cover all of Yuan's body at once. Hoping to take advantage of this fact, Mithos launches an attack at Yuan's left side - when Yuan moves to defend himself, he'll change his blade's course entirely.]

[Oh crap, not this again! Just like last time, Yuan falls for that trick and fails to correct himself when Mithos' blade suddenly changes direction. This time, he's not as lucky. As much as he tries to move out of the way at the last second, the blade slices through his side, just above his hip.

It's only a fleshwound; not too deep, but damn does that hurt.

He grits his teeth against the pain, quickly flipping his saber around to force Mithos' blade away. Once that's done, he hops back in hopes of gaining some distance, one hand automatically moving to his side. He can't let this battle just go on like this. He can't fight Mithos while he's in Martel's body.]

[Mithos smirks maliciously, feeling his blade connect and seeing the blood darkening Yuan's side. One blow isn't nearly enough, though. Not for the man who continually impeded his efforts to revive Martel, so many hundreds of times. No number of hits would even begin to suffice; it is something that can never be made okay.

He isn't about to let Yuan create any distance between them. As soon as Yuan leaps back, Mithos is rushing forward, sword ready to spill more blood. His objective this time is the shoulder opposite to the wounded side.]

[Once it's clear to Yuan that Mithos isn't about to let him go, he does the first thing that comes to mind. In fact, it didn't even fully come to mind until after he'd already done it. Reflexes are very prone to kicking in when someone dashes towards you, brandishing a sword, regardless of whose body they're in.

He pulled his free hand away from his injured side again, moving it horizontally in one swift strike to unleash a shockwave of lightning magic. In doing so, he probably also splattered Mithos with a bit of blood. That is, if Mithos wasn't fast enough to avoid it.

He needs to get the hell out of here, whatever it takes.]

[He can't quite dodge in time at such close proximity; the lightning strikes him in the arm, halting his attack and forcing him to stagger backward. He grimaces painfully. His face and upper body become flecked with the droplets of Yuan's blood. Mithos lifts the hand of his uninjured arm to wipe his face, but as he returns it to grip his sword he sees the red smeared across the backside.

And he freezes. Blood. Martel. It isn't his hand, it's Martel's. And there's blood. It's his hand too, though. Stained red like when he'd lost her, when he'd clung to her still body long after she had slipped away, wishing desperately that maybe if he held on tightly enough the blood would flow in reverse.

These thoughts all flood his brain in the span of about ten seconds. Then his eyes fall back on Yuan, and they are like wildfire. In the next instant, Mithos is hurtling toward him again.]

[It's a good thing Yuan hasn't lost himself in the moment just yet. Those ten seconds Mithos spends staring at his hand, he spends trying to think of how to solve this. He can't fight- Regardless of who he's facing, Martel's body just brings up painful memories of her. He could never earnestly raise a weapon against her. He can't defend himself- It's clear Mithos found his weakness and won't hesitate to exploit it until Yuan's dead.

Time for a strategical retreat. His eyes close for just a second as a pair of shimmering lavender wings appears on his back, covering the Filial ones and extending beyond that. He doesn't even give a damn that anyone could see- he just shoots straight up into the air before Mithos can reach him.]

[Mithos skids to a halt in the snow just feet from where Yuan had stood and quickly cranes his neck to look up in the sky. If looks could kill, Yuan would be plummeting right down to the ground in an instant.]

I'm not through with you! I won't be satisfied until I spill every drop of blood in your body. [Nevermind the fact he just had a minor freak-out regarding that...]

[Yuan certainly doesn't look like he has any plans of coming down. Now that he's got a chance to breathe, he lingers in the air for a moment, his free hand once again moving to his injured side. It's starting to bleed more profusely after his forced movements and kicking off from the ground sure didn't help. His face contorts and he can't help but curse under his breath.]

D-damn it all.

[There's no point in lingering and quite honestly, he doesn't have the strength to respond to Mithos' screams. Not that he's physically exhausted, he's just tired of these petty arguments. Without another word, he turns and flies off into the direction of the forest.]

[Mithos growls in frustration, knowing that the odds of catching up to Yuan in the forest are next to non-existent. A stalemate must be conceded to for now, but the next time he sees Yuan...Mithos will tax him every ounce of blood in his body, and then some, for saying that he feels no guilt over abandoning Martel. He cleans his blade in the snow and returns it to its sheath.

...And glancing down, he realizes that now he needs a new cloak. Thanks, Yuan. Blood doesn't come out of white, asshole.]

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/so late

TRUE LOVE WAITS

<3

it's a traaaaaap

Nooo

>8)

ohgod don't kick me there

I'll kick you wherever I want to kick you

Iyaaan~

HA. ...but wow so much typing fail up there. Should be a couple"as"s in that last sentence.

fffff

8(

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way to go, Yuan

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