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When; February 17 [Envy Day!], after Selflog with Akito and before log with Frey ♥
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Jowy [for_destiny] & TRC!Kamui [vampiregemini]
Summary; Hello, Xanadu~ Envy'd angsty blond boys~ And lots of jealousy... and swords.
Log;

Everywhere he looked, all Jowy could see was how more fortunate everyone was than him. It made him bitter. He, who had tried everything, who would do everything, could never be worthy of happiness? When he stepped into the Xanadu, all he could think of was how he could make such a beautiful place just his, and his alone. That way, they would envy him, and not the other way around. He was not as powerful as many of the people in the city -- he hadn't been powerful even to kill Riou -- but by the Runes, he was going to change that. All would look up to him and envy him for his fortune, for the way fate favored him. He gripped his staff tightly and shot the young woman and her daughter he found nearby a steely glare. Leave. This was all going to be his. Xanadu seemed like a nice place to hang out for a while; Kamui insisting to himself that no, he wasn't hiding.  Not from that human man who seemed beyond pissed at him for touching something that Kamui knew he shouldn't have touched in the first place.  But... but the boy had asked for it -albeit in an innocent, unknowing way- and... well, the vampire just wasn't known for self-control.   If only his brother was here, he thought sourly; then none of this would have happened in the first place.   But... there was no one he knew in this place at all, aside from that other version of Fuuma and that... girly version of himself.   And speaking of that girly version, he tilted his head as he observed a human acting strangely a few feet from him, wasn't that one of his friends?  Weird how Kamui kept running into them. Their gazes met and Jowy almost recognized the other young man, only, something about him seemed different. "Kamui?" He said quietly, feeling the curse release its tight clutch on him slightly, if only at the sight of another friend. He almost bristled, figuring he was being mistaken for that other one.  But how?  His hair was longer, he was taller... but... maybe from a distance?   Or maybe the other Kamui just had stupid friends? "I am one of them, yes."  He crossed his arms, stepping forward a little.  "But not the one you're familar with." "I don't like that tone very much," Jowy said honestly as he walked closer. Indeed, this Kamui seemed different but not too much. He had the same delicate features. "You're not much different," Jowy added. He ignored the way this Kamui reacted and only wondered why he disliked this version very much without ever having met him before. He couldn't remember if he'd seen this one or met him before. But still, he knew he wouldn't like this man very much. "Whatever," he rolled his eyes, deciding to pass this one of as being in the 'stupid' category.  "Not worth my time."  At that, he turned on his heel, fully intent on just leaving the other for other parts of the garden.  This one seemed like he would be boring, and really, Kamui could care less if he liked his tone or not.  No one told him what to do or not to do, except, perhaps, his twin. Jowy frowned. "Not many are, huh?" And there it was again, the crawling envy. Somewhere, this Kamui cared for someone enough, more than him. Would give that person more time than he would him. He pointed his staff towards the vampire. "You're a snobby one!" Now that was interesting; enough so that Kamui stopped to shoot a cold stare over his shoulder at the other.  "Perhaps, but I promise I have been called far worse."  His gaze travelled downward a little, settling on the staff.  "Is that stick supposed to be threatening or something?" "You've never seen a deadly weapon that isn't pointy, sir?" Any other time and the use of formality would have been a sign of his humility, but right now it served as anything but that. More a disrespect and an outright derision than pleasantry. "Maybe I can make myself worth your time?" "Hand weapons are for the weak," he said simply, ignoring his fondness for his crossbow.  It wasn't like he needed it or anything, he just found it fun to point and shoot, especially at his world's Fuuma.   Still, maybe this person could be fun to fight for a while?  A good practice for what might come from that man who was after him right now.  "But maybe you can?"  He smirked over his shoulder, eyes slitting as he allowed the nails on one of his hands extend a bit.  It had been far too long. "I'm not weak," Jowy growled but deep down, he already acknowledged the power this Kamui had. The power - he envied it. He needed to prove Kamui he was stronger, so that Kamui could envy him instead. "And hand weapons aren't the only thing I can do." He lunged at the vampire with his staff and meant to save the Black Sword rune for later. He'll surprise this Kamui. And show him. Even with his back initially turned, Kamui easily dodged Jowy's attack with a simple slink to the side, an almost innocently blank look on his face.  Too slow, much too slow; even Fuuma and that man who gave his blood were faster than this.  "Hmmm~?"  He just looked at the other, daring him to attack again.  Kamui wasn't going to fight back until he was bored of letting the other try. If Jowy were as simplistic as that, he wouldn't have been able to rise to power like he did in Highland. He was smarter than this. When he  missed, he purposely went behind Kamui's back before unleashing his half True Rune's power. He called upon the final spell, the Hungry Fiend,  and it darkened around them, the skies turning from the odd, depressing gray of winter to the black darkness with a tinge of purple. Swords, small, long, big -- many of them began raining down towards Kamui, just as vampire was engulfed by a darkness from the ground. "What the f-?!" he managed to get out before there were suddenly swords everywhere, coming too fast and too frequent for him to dodge them all.  One lodged itself in his shoulder, luckily opposite side of his heart; another nicked his cheek, some hit his arms, legs.  It looked quite painful, all in all, but after it was done, Kamui didn't look to be in pain at all, simply yanking the weapons from his thin frame.   No, instead, he looked pissed: eyes dangerously sharp and fixed on Jowy.  Then, all of a sudden, he decided to attack; standing with a swagger, wounds already healing, before sweeping his uninjured arm across himself, creating a sort of razor wind with his claws.  He'd used it once on Fuuma before to protect his brother, slicing up the man's face and ear, but this time... he truly wanted it to kill.  He didn't care about the flowers and grass it ripped from the ground.    The Black Sword rune decided to automatically protect its bearer, negating the effects of the attack and creating an invisible shield, much like how the Bright Shield Rune chose to defend its bearer from the zombifying effects of the Blue Moon Rune. Jowy retaliated with a succession of spells, wincing when bits of the magic got through the rune's barrier, sending long cuts on his face and his legs. He ignored  the pain, remembering the pain he'd had to go through whenever he overexerting against the Beast Rune. This was nothing. Kamui had to envy him. Had to. Had to. He let the Black Sword Rune do as it pleased, raining more swords, more power, more darkness upon Kamui with little regard of their surroundings or anyone about. So what if the vampired healed fast? He had power! This wasn't funny anymore, and Kamui was quickly getting tired of it.  Constant attacks, even though he could heal from them, were tiring and boring; not to mention that he wasn't exactly keen on letting this psycho destroy the entire garden.  Not when it was such a nice non-hiding place.   At once, Kamui launched another attack, but this one wasn't a distance one; instead going for Jowy directly.  In a split second, Kamui had him on the ground, pinned as damn well as Kamui could manage, claws at his throat and drawing just a trickle of blood.  "Move," he growled, expression serious, "and I will not hesitate to kill you." Jowy watched the magical swords disappear around them, leaving damaged greenery in its place. And stayed still. He did not want to die, not yet. He was envious of the other's insanely fast healing abilities, but wasn't going to move... "You heal fast," Jowy said quietly, forced to be humbled at such a position. He hated it. Being weak. He'd always been weak. "Purebloods always do," he replied, happy that the other male seemed to calm down when in a position such as this.  He submitted rather easily, actually; Kamui would have continued fighting, in one way or another. Slowly, he allowed his claws to trail downward, not cutting but making a point of being able to still react to movement; to slice his throat if he needed to.  For now, though, he indulged a spiking urge in himself, tongue trailing over the beads of blood, wrapping his mouth around the wound on Jowy's neck and sucking slightly.  He couldn't help it, damn it; what, with the smell of blood thick in his nose and tempting him as the smell of fresh baked cookies would tempt a human.  He couldn't help but take a taste. "A vampire," Jowy said, with slight fascination. If he were one... If he were one, would he have the same powers as this man? "I wonder if you taste anything odd...?" He did poison the King of Highland with a few drops of his blood. Given, he had taken many antitoxins to help himself immunize his body to the poison, he was sure the poison would linger there... It wasn't so long ago that he had killed the monarch. Not too long ago. "Hmm~"  He pulled back, after taking just a little bit, looking to Jowy with an almost amused look.  "You taste downright bad, actually."  It was rare that he got to tell someone that, but it wasn't a first.  Some worlds just did not have good tasting blood.   Some even had made him oddly sick.  "A shame, considering I have you in such a handy position."  Ah~  Snack sadly adverted. Jowy found it in himself to laugh. "Bad blood? Coming from a vampire, that's relieving!" He smiled charmingly at the vampire. The vampire merely raised an eyebrow.  "It just means I will not make you a meal; not that I will not kill you by some other means."  He was not amused, and in fact, he found that smile a little creepy.  "Now stop smiling like an idiot." Jowy laughed again. "But that's the difference, I'm no idiot." "You are, since you attacked me at random like that."  Not entirely random; Kamui HAD been asking for it, after all.  But more importantly, Kamui now needed something to restrain Jowy, wanting to leave but not wanting to get attacked on the way out.  "Hmm..." "Be my friend," Jowy said and smiled wider."Then I won't attack you anymore? You heal fast, but it must hurt." Once again, one of Kamui's eyebrows quirked upwards.  "I don't make friends.  Besides, how do I know you won't attack me anyway, the moment I let you go?"  It would be underhanded for the other to do that, yes, but it wasn't as if he knew Jowy enough to believe him to be otherwise.  Kamui was used to people acting nice and then turning, after all. "I'm an honorable young man," Jowy said quietly. "A noble." He paused and then smiled widely once more. "I envy your powers. If I can't have it, be my friend at least?" "Are you insane?" he finally asked, still not getting this concept of wanting to be his friend.  Even in that desert world of Tokyo, where he spent three years, he didn't have anyone he would specifically call a 'friend'.  Comrades, yes; they needed him to fight for them, and he sometimes needed their assistance.  And, sure, he secretly came to care for them, at least a little, but that still didn't make them... friends... right?   "No one wants to be my friend."  Especially in this place, where it seemed that everyone hated him.  Not that he cared, and not that he hadn't been driving them away from the beginning.  The Jowy from before the curse that day managed to peek out a bit. He smiled. "Why wouldn't they want to be your friend?" And for a while, it was as if he wasn't affected by the soul-consuming envy. For a while, that smile looked genuine. And it ate him up again, swallowing him whole. "You're certainly powerful, everyone would love to be your friend. I didn't have many friends either, but that was because I was weak." This was enough.  He couldn't stand this anymore.  "Hn.  I want nothing to do with friends who merely want me for my power."  Maybe that was what the people in Tokyo were; would they have been as interested in him if he hadn't been a strong fighter?  There was just no way to know.  "And I have no wish to deal with you anymore, either."  He got off the other, looking to him with his normal unintererested gaze before launching himself upward, using the branches as springboards for his get away.  Maybe if he left this way, the other wouldn't follow him.  Not that the human could catch up with him, anyway. Jowy didn't follow, but watched as the vampire disappeared from his sight. Envy. Envy. Envy. He removed his gloves and reached for some of the still-wet blood on his face. He brought it to his mouth and tasted it. Poisoned blood. Wonder what power he would reap if he were a vampire?