Hunt Down

Who were they? The fraternal twin boys below me certainly seemed powerful as the white haired, blue-eyed twin held down my big brother, the other darker haired twin switching on an electric razor and walking towards them. They did seem powerful at that moment…then again my brother was a cat.

The little black fuzz ball struggled against the white-haired boy's grip, hissing angrily and biting him. The blue-eyed boy only replied to the action with a deep sigh, saying. "Tenebrae, can we get this over with? Simon will shred my arm apart by the time you get over here…"

"Sure we can, Sachael," the other said in a purr. A creepy smile took over his face as he crouched in front of them. "Now don't worry kitty, this won't hurt a bit. Actually, you'll feel a lot lighter."

By the time the two were done with my brother he looked a lot like a small poodle. I laughed inwardly, not wanting them to hear me. Simon, after being shaved, ran off to hide. The white-haired twin followed the scared cat.  I looked down at the brown-haired demon curiously from where I perched in the tree. He was scary as hell yet beautiful. What the hell is this?! I thought I was the only one like that! Yet here he was.

I smirked, admiring his looks. "Truly amazing…" I mumbled, closing my eyes contently.

"What is?"  The voice came from behind me.

I frowned. I was too loud. Damn. I felt a sword to the back of my neck.  Placing a broad smile upon my face, I spin around to face the scowling Demon Lord.

"You're name is Tenebrae, right?" I asked, feeling a brief flash of victory as his spine stiffened. A sharp nod was the only response I received.

"Well, Tenebrae," I declared with a rather grand flourish of my hand. "I dub you worthy to be my friend!"

Tenebrae snorted, eyes narrowing in disdain. "That's funny, because I dub you worthy of getting the hell out of my mother's garden."

I smirked, also narrowing my eyes. "Now, now," I murmur slowly. "You should be careful who you scold."

"I don't even know who you are!" Tenebrae shouted.

"Don't worry about it," I answered calmly. "I'm just your friend."

"You are not my friend!"

"Well if you have a problem with being friends, Tenebrae, we could be something else. Something…. more…."

Tenebrae's scowl deepened as he launched himself to the ground, landing on his haunches.

"Okay, friends it is!" I exclaimed, following Tenebrae's example and leaving the tree, also landing on my feet.  I smiled, chuckling evilly. "….for now anyway."

A snarl ripped it's way out of Tenebrae's throat. "State your business here, or leave," he gritted out.

"Touchy, touchy," I sang. "But, since you asked so nicely….. I'm looking for my brother. You know, the black and white kitty you shaved to resemble such a nice little poodle? Yeah, him. He has been hiding from me, you see." I watched Tenebrae's confused face, grinning madly.  Finally, Tenebrae shattered the thick silence.

"Let me get this straight…. Your brother….He's a cat?" he asked slowly.
"Yup~!" I smiled stupidly for a moment, taking in Tenebrae's lost expression and reveling in the confusion rolling off of him in waves.

It seemed to take a moment for him to recover, but once he did, Tenebrae fixed me with what I later found out Sachael called "Bitch Face Number Three".

"Listen," he sighed. "I really don't give a damn why you're here. But, you're pissing me off, so leave."

"And how do you suggest I do that?"

"The same way you got in here, idiot. Wait…. How did you get in here?"

I smirked. "It actually wasn't all that difficult. Well, I did have to kill the guards at the North Gate to get in here, but other than that, it was fairly easy."

"You killed Alfonso?!"     

"No, I think it started with a "C". Chad? No…Chuck. Yes, it definitely was Chuck…."

"So where's Alfonso?"

"Oh, no, maybe he's dead too... "

Tenebrae growled, taking a menacing step towards me, hand coming to rest on the hilt of his sword resting against his hip.

I watched him cautiously, gripping my sword in my right hand, preparing myself for Tenebrae's strike. We stared at each other, both of us waiting for the other to make his initial attack.

Then Tenebrae lounged at me, aiming for my neck. I quickly parried his thrust, easily blocking his next blow as well. I made a few swipes of my own, all of which were also easily blocked by the agitated Demon Lord.  I giggled manically, saying, "Wow, you're not half bad at this." All he did in reply was smile angrily and grunt, swiping at my chest with the sword he carried. He barely missed me.

I stumbled backwards as he came towards me again, flailing my arms about wildly for a moment before falling, having tripped over a root belonging to the overgrown tree to my left. A satisfied smile settled on Tenebrae's lips as I tried to push myself up, only to be stopped by the blunt end of his sword.

"Smile, sweetie," he sang mockingly. "It's only the end."

The butt of his sword crashed into my skull, and I crashed into darkness.
~~~~~~~~~

"Wake up." I feel a warm hand shake me lazily and I groan, opening my eyes for a second before forcing my eyes to shut again. Warm rays of sunlight are shining in my eyes. Am I dead? No. Strange....I thought he would have killed me. My head throbs and I bring a hand up to hold it.

"Get you're ass out of my bed, idiot. You have a visitor."

"My dream was so nice. We were getting married! I was in the dress! Why the hell are you waking me up?!" I smile watching his expression change from simple annoyance to pure disgust.

"You're a pig," he decides, nodding in a way that suggested this was a fact that would be stored away and be used later. "Anyway, get up. Someone's here to see you."
In comes Sachael, a slight smirk on his face as he holds… Oh, dear God… My brother has rainbow ribbons tied all over his black and white fur. Two small white bows are clipped to his ears. To top it all off, a pink frilly dress with lace trim and enough ruffles to bury a small child in covers his thin body. Simon meows angrily, glaring at me. If looks could kill, I would most definitely be six feet under.

"Salutations." A bored looking Sachael strokes the top of Simon's head, flicking the bows that dig into his sensitive ears and smirking a bit at Simon's yowl.  His icy blue eyes slowly raise themselves to peer at me as a lazy smile crosses his face.  "So, you're Simon's brother, hm?"

I nod, keeping my eyes trained on the ridiculous sight of my ornately dressed brother desperately trying to escape the pale boy's arms.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," Sachael answered in a monotone. "However, Tenebrae says I should probably get rid of you. I apologize if that is an inconvenience to you."

I raise my eyebrows, staring at him dubiously. "Seriously?" I ask.

"Seriously," Sachael replies, well, seriously.

"Well," I mumble. "That sucks." I force myself into a sitting position, placing my feet firmly on the floor and swinging to my feet.

Sachael shrugs. "It only sucks for you, actually," he says off-handedly. "For me, it's actually going to be kind of fun." Sachael turns Simon around in his arms, holding the wriggling body up in front of his face.

"I'm going to kill your brother, okay Simon?" he tells the fuzz ball. "Now you just sit here on the floor like a good boy, and when I'm done, we'll go get you some tuna, alright kitty?"

Simon stops struggling, instead tilting his head to the side for a moment before meowing in what appears to be agreement. Sachael smiles before carelessly tossing the him to the floor.

"Well, okay then." Sachael shrugs, rolling his shoulders before reaching out a slender hand. A spear materializes out of nowhere, and he grasps it tightly, spinning it in a neat circle before pointing it menacingly towards me. Tenebrae smirks sadistically from where he is leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed uninterestedly in front of his chest.

Sachael and I stare at each other for a moment before his muscles tense to strike. I can tell Simon notices the same time that I do what Sachael's plans are: First aim for the leg, which will maim but not kill. Next, slice across the arms, enough to tear flesh, but not enough to spill the amount of blood needed for me to pass out. From there, it's a slice-and-dice routine.

Tenebrae's smile matches that of his older brother as Sachael readies himself to strike. Just as the blade whistles through the air, a howl pierces the relative silence and a furry blur soars across the room. Simon stands on the ground in front of me, hair standing on end and eyes blazing furiously. His thoughts rang and echoed throughout the room.

STOP! I want to kill him myself!

Tenebrae stares at Simon incredulously, while all Sachael does is pout  slightly.

"But I wanted to do it…." Sachael mumbles dejectedly, frown pulling at the corners of his mouth. Tenebrae glances over at his brother before turning towards Simon.

"And I should make you happy instead of letting my brother have fun….. Why?" he asks, his facial expression slipping into what I heard Sachael mentally refer to as "Bitch Face Number Eighteen", which consisted of an upturned nose, an arched eyebrow, and a holier-than-thou attitude. Simon hissed from his position in the floor.

He's my rat of a younger brother. If anyone gets to kill Nerva, I do it.

"I wasn't going to kill him. I just wanted to hurt him enough for him not to want to come back here." Sachael sighs and picks up Simon. "I'm sorry Simon, but I refuse let you kill your brother."

I sit back down on the bed, relieved. Sachael puts his spear down, trading it for Simon, cradling the cat and nuzzling him. My brother just glares at the wall.