Yoshimitsu
Former Moderator
One shot, set during a story elsewhere. Vincent has lost his heart to the darkness, and Yoshimitsu has to help him. They meet again, and fight. Yoshimitsu is reminded of his past. Inspired by the song, Killer Anna, so it'd kind of a songfic?
Yoshimitsu dragged himself to his feet again, staggering as he stood. Around him, the ground was charred and burned in places from where he'd been forced to dodge another powerful attack. Other than that, it was uneven, hills, covered in grass. Not too far away was a motorway, cars blazing past, possibly wondering what was going on. The sun was setting, already fallen behind the horizon, so light was dim.
"You walked in as I'm walking out. Should I try this once again? Should I try this once again?"
Yoshimitsu dived to the side again, his hair sparking into golden as another fireball blasted down at him. The attacks were getting more and more accurate. Was this just for fun? Was Vincent toying with him. As quickly as his body would allow, he spun into a slash, knocking another fireball right back at his former friend. Vincent, who had changed. Vincent, who's face was half covered by a bone mask. Vincent, who had lost himself to darkness. Vincent, who Yoshimitsu knew he had to defeat. The dark haired teenager swatted the fireball to the side.
"And as we kissed, I remember how it felt to fall in love when I was young, but I can't get that feeling back."
Yoshimitsu spat some blood from his mouth. He knew that he had to fight, he knew he had to defeat Vincent, but he did not realise how tough it would be to fight it. Not physically, though he knew that Vincent was currently stronger. Emotionally. He didn't know if he could cause that much harm to his friend. He knew he had to save him, but was this the only way? Vincent was not holding back, so why should he? Yoshimitsu stabbed his sword into the ground and pointed both palms at Vincent, firing off a blast of electricity. He then grabbed his sword again and shot up, following the blast. Though Vincent once again swatted away the attack, Yoshimitsu spun and slashed at him. Vincent threw his arm up, meeting Yoshimitsu's sword's guard.
"You've got a killer's grin on, or maybe I'm just too jaded now."
"Not bad, you're fighting smarter," Vincent mocked, grinning.
"You haven't seen anything yet," Yoshimitsu replied, grabbing Vincent's face. He released another blast of electricity, this time knocking Vincent out of the sky. Yoshimitsu dropped to the ground, already feeling remorse. This wasn't Vincent he was fighting, it was his darkness personified. But it was Vincent's body. What should he do? He didn't know. Should he smash the mask? Run away? Appeal to Vincent's better side? Kill him? Yoshimitsu didn't know the answer. He knew one thing though. If he didn't fight back right now, he'd die. Instinctively, he dived to the side, dodging another attack, this time a red and black beam. Yoshimitsu flipped to one hand then to his feet again, continuing his charge at Vincent.
"My God the killer's waiting, don't say you care, I know you don't."
Yoshimitsu dragged himself to his feet again, staggering as he stood. Around him, the ground was charred and burned in places from where he'd been forced to dodge another powerful attack. Other than that, it was uneven, hills, covered in grass. Not too far away was a motorway, cars blazing past, possibly wondering what was going on. The sun was setting, already fallen behind the horizon, so light was dim.
"You walked in as I'm walking out. Should I try this once again? Should I try this once again?"
Yoshimitsu dived to the side again, his hair sparking into golden as another fireball blasted down at him. The attacks were getting more and more accurate. Was this just for fun? Was Vincent toying with him. As quickly as his body would allow, he spun into a slash, knocking another fireball right back at his former friend. Vincent, who had changed. Vincent, who's face was half covered by a bone mask. Vincent, who had lost himself to darkness. Vincent, who Yoshimitsu knew he had to defeat. The dark haired teenager swatted the fireball to the side.
"And as we kissed, I remember how it felt to fall in love when I was young, but I can't get that feeling back."
Yoshimitsu spat some blood from his mouth. He knew that he had to fight, he knew he had to defeat Vincent, but he did not realise how tough it would be to fight it. Not physically, though he knew that Vincent was currently stronger. Emotionally. He didn't know if he could cause that much harm to his friend. He knew he had to save him, but was this the only way? Vincent was not holding back, so why should he? Yoshimitsu stabbed his sword into the ground and pointed both palms at Vincent, firing off a blast of electricity. He then grabbed his sword again and shot up, following the blast. Though Vincent once again swatted away the attack, Yoshimitsu spun and slashed at him. Vincent threw his arm up, meeting Yoshimitsu's sword's guard.
"You've got a killer's grin on, or maybe I'm just too jaded now."
"Not bad, you're fighting smarter," Vincent mocked, grinning.
"You haven't seen anything yet," Yoshimitsu replied, grabbing Vincent's face. He released another blast of electricity, this time knocking Vincent out of the sky. Yoshimitsu dropped to the ground, already feeling remorse. This wasn't Vincent he was fighting, it was his darkness personified. But it was Vincent's body. What should he do? He didn't know. Should he smash the mask? Run away? Appeal to Vincent's better side? Kill him? Yoshimitsu didn't know the answer. He knew one thing though. If he didn't fight back right now, he'd die. Instinctively, he dived to the side, dodging another attack, this time a red and black beam. Yoshimitsu flipped to one hand then to his feet again, continuing his charge at Vincent.
"My God the killer's waiting, don't say you care, I know you don't."
