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tampered2006-08-10 11:10 am
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Log: Completed
When; This morning.
Rating; PG-13, at most.
Characters; Kilik [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
crushing_wings] & Simca [simca_swallows].
Summary; Simca asks to meet her newly arrived brother at the cafe, and things don't go as well as she hoped.
Log;
To say Simca wasn't a little nervous would be a lie. Not many things made her truly nervous, but what she was about to do was rather foolish. Still, enemy or not, Kilik was still her brother and a part of her was reaching for that little boy that used to be her best friend, somewhere deep inside him. And Simca hadn't been very good at keeping her emotions in check anyway, as of recent. She blamed the city, which was always a good excuse.
Making sure that both Sano and Spitfire knew exactly where she was and more importantly, who she was with, Simca slipped out of her bedroom window and made her way towards the cafe, sliding and gliding, jumping and flipping through the air. The wind felt good against her face, and helped to calm her jittery nerves. The sky was where she belonged, and she would be damned before anyone would rip her or any of her teammates away from it. It was freedom at it's simplest form.
It didn't take long for her to reach the cafe, and she landed in front of it gracefully, straightening out her skirt and her wind tossed hair before gliding inside and grabbing a table. Kilik wasn't there yet, so she waited, looking as calm as ever, her chin resting gently on one fist. Under the table, her foot was tapping nervously, but above, she was the picture of patience.
Traveling through the air made things far easier than on foot. From the sky, a person could easily tell where they were heading, and for someone so new to the city, Kilik didn't mind a little help getting from one place to another like that. He'd have the City memorized soon enough, but for now, he was just trying to get to the cafe without being too late.
After landing neatly in front of his destination, Kilik slipped inside, pulling off his sunglasses as he did so. He cast a disdainful eye around the room and spotted his sister, looking as poised as ever. Except for that tapping foot, of course. A smirk appeared on his face, and he moved to take the seat in front of her.
"Good morning, Simca," he said, giving her a cool look. Kilik picked up one of the menus on the table and quickly ordered something from a passing waiter. "You didn't bring anyone. I'm glad to see that."
He replaced the menu on the table and quirked an eyebrow at his sister. This was truly a bad move on her part, seeing as she only had his word to go on to ensure her safety. A battle between the two of them would've been heavily one-sided in his favor, and Kilik found it very amusing that she had come out so unprotected to see her estranged brother.
"I wonder what your team would do if I were to break you right here and now. When would they hear? How long would they take to get here?" he mused, bored gaze traveling from one part of the cafe to another. "How many would come? Would some of them even care?"
"Hello," she replied evenly, watching her twin brother sit down in front of her. Simca didn't have much of an appetite, but she ordered a cup of tea nonetheless, if only to keep her hands busy with something. "I promised I wouldn't, didn't I?" she raised one eyebrow at Kilik, studying his face carefully.
She was fully aware of the dangerous situation she had placed herself in. But her emotions had won out over common sense this time. Hopefully, it wouldn't backfire on her. He wasn't lying, after all. Kilik was much stronger than she was, and if he wanted to fight, she was a fair amount of trouble. Still, her guard was up and she was ready to take flight at the slightest hint of true animosity on the part of her brother.
"I doubt they'd be pleased," she shrugged lightly, hazel eyes focusing on the familiar face before her. "Some of them know where I am. The ones I trust the most," she replied. "They care," she added, mentally flickering over the images of Spitfire and Sano. True, if a certain Rumble King knew that the leader of Genesis was meeting with an enemy from Sleeping Forest so openly like this, he was not be a happy camper. Not that he cared about her well being anyways, but she supposed it was the principle of the matter.
"I don't think you'll do that right now anyways," Simca continued. "I'm not looking for a fight at the moment. And from the looks of it, neither are you. You just arrived here. I'm sure you're still gathering your bearings. And really, if you try and wipe out the leader of Genesis, you'll have both Genesis and Kogarasumaru after you at once, with no allies of your own to rely on," she pointed out.
"Very true, very true. Attacking the leader in a state such as mine wouldn't be too wise. I'd be better off picking your underlings off one by one," he answered with a light shrug. "Besides, they're actually the ones that are a bother, not you. Without them, I'm not sure I'd even waste my time battling you."
The waiter dropped by then, and Kilik took his cup of tea from him, nodding with nonexistent thanks. He took a sip before setting it down on the table. "The taste isn't too bad," he murmured. "The stuff at home is better though."
Propping his chin up on his hand, he simply watched Simca for a moment, expression carefully blank. Who would be her two most loyal dogs, the ones that would swoop in should he hurt her? Running through the Genesis lineup, he mind stopped on the likely suspects: Spitfire and the Iron Clock. The latter could be easily disposed of, but Spitfire would be a bit more of a challenge. There was no doubt in Kilik's mind that the other had gotten stronger, but it wasn't like he hadn't either.
If he had crushed the other once, he could certain do it again.
Images of a broken Sleeping Forest - the original Sleeping Forest - drifted into his mind, and Kilik chuckled softly. What fools they were. The new team was far better with far better goals. He lifted his cup to his lips once more, taking another sip of his drink. "So, Simca. What did you want to see me about?
"Don't tell me you put yourself in this much danger simply to see my face again."
Simca was well aware that without regalia or the status of King, she was no real threat herself. However, she was the leader of a very powerful team, which still put her on the list of targets. Kilik's words were somewhat irritating, but nothing she didn't already know herself.
"Lots of things at home are better," she replied after sipping her own tea. "You were foolish to come here. This isn't a normal city. Everyone is at a disadvantage here," she murmured, glancing out the window towards the city itself. Even today, people were acting extremely odd. Another curse day, no doubt.
Turning her gaze back to her brother's, Simca frowned, the first display of displeasure she had expressed since their encounter had begun. "And if I did? It may be funny to hear me say this, but not everything is about AT, Kilik," she sighed, looking down into her cup of tea, her own reflection looking back at her. Strange, and somehow horribly ironic that the sport she loved so dearly had taken away something else she had loved even more. Simca was not accepting of that exchange. She had wanted both.
"What would be so wrong with that, anyway?" she muttered. "You're my brother. Even if you may forget that most of the time, I haven't," she added, glancing back up at him evenly, the frown on her face having smoothed out now.
"I didn't come for the sights and sounds. I wanted to find your Kings, and just like that, I ended up here," he answered. Kilik glanced out the window, watching as people acted in a rather exaggerated way outside. Things certainly weren't normal here, but that didn't matter all that much to him. "Go anywhere you want, Simca, but I will track you and your team down."
He turned back to look at his twin for a second, lips curling into a small sneer. Kilik took another sip of his tea and bemusedly looked at Simca frown. Life wasn't all about AT? Was this really Simca sitting in front of him here? The thought caused him to laugh softly as he shook his head. That statement was ridiculous coming from her, the Migratory Swallow. Was he actually supposed to believe that? Setting down his cup to avoid spilling it while laughing, he took a moment to compose himself again.
"So tell me, Simca. Do you see me more as your brother or as a member of Sleeping Forest?" he finally said, an amused look still on his face. Kilik tilted his head slightly, feigning true and honest interest in the girl's answer. "If you had to hurt me, could you do it? Could you go through with your Stormrider duties, or would the ties of blood get in the way?"
He settled back in his chair, the smile quickly slipping off his face. Simca's answer mattered fairly little to him, seeing as he didn't intend on getting beaten by Genesis at any point in time, but Kilik couldn't help but be a bit curious. How strong were her bonds to him? How much could they take before being broken? Could he... exploit them?
Simca's pretty face shifted into a dark glare as Kilik laughed at her, obviously amused, and not in a good way. She knew how silly that sounded, coming from her; from Simca, who spent so much time and effort and energy on AT, on Genesis. But life wasn't all about that, and if anything, being in the city for so long had thrown that into sharp focus.
What was wrong with her trying to reach out to her own twin brother? Blood was strong and memories, almost stronger. Simca held that glare for a few moments longer before, turning her gaze, expression melting into one of slight hurt. She sighed quietly and chewed on her bottom lip in thought. "I'm not sure I can answer that," she replied honestly, shaking her head. "I suppose... I'll do what I must to protect my team," she finished. That much was certain. Unlike her brother, she could never betray her team mates.
But regardless, having to battle her own brother was not something she looked forward to. Glancing back up at him, she frowned again, arching one eyebrow and huffing lightly. "Stop looking so cocky. Just because you've lost your emotional ties to me doesn't mean I have to you," she muttered in irritation. "Emotional strength can fuel physical strength," she added, taking another sip of her tea. For Simca, that was true. She was always stronger when she was angry, or driven to protect someone or something. Passion was a driving force in her life, no matter what form it came in.
Kilik just barely tilted his head in response to Simca's answer. He'd rather that she worry about her teammates then hold back on him. After all, it gave him the excuse to go all out on her. Yes, it would be better this way.
"You think my strength is baseless and is only physical, hm?" he asked, eyebrows rising slightly in question. Kilik shook his head lightly, a look of feigned disappointment appearing on his face. "Like you, I too draw strength from somewhere else, but it certainly isn't something that comes and goes like emotions."
Kilik leaned over the table slightly, face and tone dead serious.
"Ideals, Simca. Ideals." He sat back then, hands falling into his lap as he did so. Kilik turned his gaze out the window just in time to see someone being tackled from behind with a loud yelp. He made a soft sound of disapproval. "The rest of the AT world probably thinks of us as 'bad guys,' but you know, we're not actually bad. We just hold a different view from everyone else...
"...which seems to automatically make us wrongdoers or something." Kilik shrugged lightly and looked back at Simca. "Just because you walk with the majority doesn't mean you're right."
He huffed softly and resumed drinking his tea, pointedly keeping his eyes away from his sister's.
"Ideals," Simca rolled her eyes, shaking her head as her expression slipped into another look of displeasure. "Sleeping Forest's 'ideals' benefit no one but Sleeping Forest," she retorted, folding her arms over her chest and leaning in, just as Kilik had done moments before. "If your ideals involve betraying your entire team, then I don't want any part of that," she scoffed, gazing back at her brother darkly.
"It's no wonder everyone looks on you as the villains. Traitors aren't looked upon lightly, Kilik," she muttered, relaxing once more and sitting back in her chair.
"And the Kings? They've earned the right to ride their own roads. Their regalia chose them, remember? I intend to make it so they're free to keep flying. And Ikki will become the Sky King. That boy has the biggest wings I've ever seen," she finished, gazing out the window with hope written on her face.
"Anyway," she murmured, turning back to Kilik, "I didn't actually come here to discuss that. Although, I suppose when it comes to us, that topic is an inevitable one," she sighed, pink fingernails tapping lightly on her tea cup. "I told you, I wanted to see you. And I don't like the way things have turned out between us. I never have."
"People can think they will about me, but I see no reason why the rest of Sleeping Forest has to be treated that way," he answered coolly. Kilik shrugged his shoulders lightly, a hint of irritation gnawing at the back of his mind. The Kings, the Roads, the regalia weren't necessary for AT, weren't necessary for flight. If anything, they seemed to obstruct the average rider from being able to enjoy the sport.
That sort of hierarchy system simply wasn't needed.
If that stupid crow really did have such big wings, what did it matter if he had a title or not? It wouldn't be fair that only one person ever got to see the view from the top of the Tower. That was only one of the many problems that there were in the current AT world, and Kilik vaguely wondered how many would have to be put to sleep, their wings broken, before the rest of the world realized their flaws.
With a soft sigh, Kilik returned his attention to Simca. A bored expression graced his features, and he propped his chin up on his hands once more. "So, you've seen me now, and if you'd like to change the past..." Kilik shrugged. "...I guess you'll just have to make a time-machine, now won't you?
"What's done is done. You have that Clock fellow on your team. Surely he's told you all about the limitations of what can be done with time." He huffed. "Get over the past, Simca. We're not going back to live in that time."
Kilik was looking more bored than ever, and Simca sighed a bit dejectedly, gaze dropping down to the table. "I never said we should go back to the way things were. That's impossible now. Too much has happened, and changed. But..." she trailed off, looking back up at him. "You said you still felt a little something for me. You can't deny it, Kilik. We're still twins. There is always going to be a bond there, no matter how thin and stretched it becomes," she said determinedly.
"Blood is strong," she finished, meeting his gaze evenly. Kilik posed a great threat to her team, and to herself, but Simca wasn't willing to give up hope on him completely. She was still his sister, whether he wanted her to be anymore or not. She knew he thought she was foolish and weak, and maybe she was. But that hardly mattered to her.
"Just think about that for awhile, mm?" she shrugged. Simca didn't know if she could change anything about him now. He was set in his ways, and they had hardly spent any time together in quite awhile. But maybe she could at least get a little something through to him. It was worth a shot, anyways.
"What are you trying to get me to do, Simca?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at her. Kilik looked away for a moment, waving the waiter over to fetch him another cup of tea. He took his sweet time to return his attention to his sister. "What exactly do you want me to 'think about' right now?"
He gave her a vaguely inquisitive look before glancing out the window again, a soft sigh slipping past his lips. For twins, they certainly didn't connect very well. Of course, the fact that they spent so much time apart nowadays probably didn't help very much. "Are you... trying to get me to act like a proper brother again?" he queried. "Is that it?"
Kilik chuckled softly. What a foolish notion. Surely she had realized by now that if he did start acting like a loving brother again that it'd end up being for his benefit. Simca was revealing too many weak spots, and he could only imagine the anger her teammates would feel about that later on. She was setting herself up for ruin with this poorly planned meeting.
"You'd probably be better off finding yourself a surrogate brother, one who won't try to harm you in the middle of the night." He looked away for a moment before glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. "I say this as your brother and as a warning. Consider it a display of my twisted affection."
Simca's patience was wearing thin now, and she definitely did not enjoy being laughed at yet again. In her lap, her fingernails dug into her thighs, fingers clenching and unclenching with pent-up frustration. "Fine," she hissed, narrowing her eyes, cheeks flushed with anger. "Be that way. Don't even try. Just throw everything away," she flicked a slender hand through the air aimlessly. It stopped and she pointed at him, leaning across the table now in angry defiance.
"You've become almost inhuman, Kilik. You don't even care about your own sister anymore," she shook her head, hot tears in her eyes now. "What's the point of living a life like that?" she almost deflated for a moment, and then continued on. "I guess it doesn't matter. It'll serve you right. You've made it this way. And no one will care will Genesis crushes you. No one will be there to help you," she choked out, sitting back in her chair now and fumbling with her bag, searching for her wallet. She pulled out some money and tossed it on the table, fingers trembling.
Pushing herself up and out of her chair, she moved to stand over him. "I won't hesitate again, now that I know where you stand for sure," she shook her head, and then bent down to meet him eye-to-eye, her hands white-knuckled on her knees. "Payback's a bitch, love," she whispered, delicate fingers reaching up to hold his chin and she pressed a kiss to his cheek. "We'll just see what happens, won't we?" she smiled unpleasantly, standing up to her full height and turning on her heel to leave.
Rating; PG-13, at most.
Characters; Kilik [
crushing_wings] & Simca [simca_swallows].Summary; Simca asks to meet her newly arrived brother at the cafe, and things don't go as well as she hoped.
Log;
To say Simca wasn't a little nervous would be a lie. Not many things made her truly nervous, but what she was about to do was rather foolish. Still, enemy or not, Kilik was still her brother and a part of her was reaching for that little boy that used to be her best friend, somewhere deep inside him. And Simca hadn't been very good at keeping her emotions in check anyway, as of recent. She blamed the city, which was always a good excuse.
Making sure that both Sano and Spitfire knew exactly where she was and more importantly, who she was with, Simca slipped out of her bedroom window and made her way towards the cafe, sliding and gliding, jumping and flipping through the air. The wind felt good against her face, and helped to calm her jittery nerves. The sky was where she belonged, and she would be damned before anyone would rip her or any of her teammates away from it. It was freedom at it's simplest form.
It didn't take long for her to reach the cafe, and she landed in front of it gracefully, straightening out her skirt and her wind tossed hair before gliding inside and grabbing a table. Kilik wasn't there yet, so she waited, looking as calm as ever, her chin resting gently on one fist. Under the table, her foot was tapping nervously, but above, she was the picture of patience.
Traveling through the air made things far easier than on foot. From the sky, a person could easily tell where they were heading, and for someone so new to the city, Kilik didn't mind a little help getting from one place to another like that. He'd have the City memorized soon enough, but for now, he was just trying to get to the cafe without being too late.
After landing neatly in front of his destination, Kilik slipped inside, pulling off his sunglasses as he did so. He cast a disdainful eye around the room and spotted his sister, looking as poised as ever. Except for that tapping foot, of course. A smirk appeared on his face, and he moved to take the seat in front of her.
"Good morning, Simca," he said, giving her a cool look. Kilik picked up one of the menus on the table and quickly ordered something from a passing waiter. "You didn't bring anyone. I'm glad to see that."
He replaced the menu on the table and quirked an eyebrow at his sister. This was truly a bad move on her part, seeing as she only had his word to go on to ensure her safety. A battle between the two of them would've been heavily one-sided in his favor, and Kilik found it very amusing that she had come out so unprotected to see her estranged brother.
"I wonder what your team would do if I were to break you right here and now. When would they hear? How long would they take to get here?" he mused, bored gaze traveling from one part of the cafe to another. "How many would come? Would some of them even care?"
"Hello," she replied evenly, watching her twin brother sit down in front of her. Simca didn't have much of an appetite, but she ordered a cup of tea nonetheless, if only to keep her hands busy with something. "I promised I wouldn't, didn't I?" she raised one eyebrow at Kilik, studying his face carefully.
She was fully aware of the dangerous situation she had placed herself in. But her emotions had won out over common sense this time. Hopefully, it wouldn't backfire on her. He wasn't lying, after all. Kilik was much stronger than she was, and if he wanted to fight, she was a fair amount of trouble. Still, her guard was up and she was ready to take flight at the slightest hint of true animosity on the part of her brother.
"I doubt they'd be pleased," she shrugged lightly, hazel eyes focusing on the familiar face before her. "Some of them know where I am. The ones I trust the most," she replied. "They care," she added, mentally flickering over the images of Spitfire and Sano. True, if a certain Rumble King knew that the leader of Genesis was meeting with an enemy from Sleeping Forest so openly like this, he was not be a happy camper. Not that he cared about her well being anyways, but she supposed it was the principle of the matter.
"I don't think you'll do that right now anyways," Simca continued. "I'm not looking for a fight at the moment. And from the looks of it, neither are you. You just arrived here. I'm sure you're still gathering your bearings. And really, if you try and wipe out the leader of Genesis, you'll have both Genesis and Kogarasumaru after you at once, with no allies of your own to rely on," she pointed out.
"Very true, very true. Attacking the leader in a state such as mine wouldn't be too wise. I'd be better off picking your underlings off one by one," he answered with a light shrug. "Besides, they're actually the ones that are a bother, not you. Without them, I'm not sure I'd even waste my time battling you."
The waiter dropped by then, and Kilik took his cup of tea from him, nodding with nonexistent thanks. He took a sip before setting it down on the table. "The taste isn't too bad," he murmured. "The stuff at home is better though."
Propping his chin up on his hand, he simply watched Simca for a moment, expression carefully blank. Who would be her two most loyal dogs, the ones that would swoop in should he hurt her? Running through the Genesis lineup, he mind stopped on the likely suspects: Spitfire and the Iron Clock. The latter could be easily disposed of, but Spitfire would be a bit more of a challenge. There was no doubt in Kilik's mind that the other had gotten stronger, but it wasn't like he hadn't either.
If he had crushed the other once, he could certain do it again.
Images of a broken Sleeping Forest - the original Sleeping Forest - drifted into his mind, and Kilik chuckled softly. What fools they were. The new team was far better with far better goals. He lifted his cup to his lips once more, taking another sip of his drink. "So, Simca. What did you want to see me about?
"Don't tell me you put yourself in this much danger simply to see my face again."
Simca was well aware that without regalia or the status of King, she was no real threat herself. However, she was the leader of a very powerful team, which still put her on the list of targets. Kilik's words were somewhat irritating, but nothing she didn't already know herself.
"Lots of things at home are better," she replied after sipping her own tea. "You were foolish to come here. This isn't a normal city. Everyone is at a disadvantage here," she murmured, glancing out the window towards the city itself. Even today, people were acting extremely odd. Another curse day, no doubt.
Turning her gaze back to her brother's, Simca frowned, the first display of displeasure she had expressed since their encounter had begun. "And if I did? It may be funny to hear me say this, but not everything is about AT, Kilik," she sighed, looking down into her cup of tea, her own reflection looking back at her. Strange, and somehow horribly ironic that the sport she loved so dearly had taken away something else she had loved even more. Simca was not accepting of that exchange. She had wanted both.
"What would be so wrong with that, anyway?" she muttered. "You're my brother. Even if you may forget that most of the time, I haven't," she added, glancing back up at him evenly, the frown on her face having smoothed out now.
"I didn't come for the sights and sounds. I wanted to find your Kings, and just like that, I ended up here," he answered. Kilik glanced out the window, watching as people acted in a rather exaggerated way outside. Things certainly weren't normal here, but that didn't matter all that much to him. "Go anywhere you want, Simca, but I will track you and your team down."
He turned back to look at his twin for a second, lips curling into a small sneer. Kilik took another sip of his tea and bemusedly looked at Simca frown. Life wasn't all about AT? Was this really Simca sitting in front of him here? The thought caused him to laugh softly as he shook his head. That statement was ridiculous coming from her, the Migratory Swallow. Was he actually supposed to believe that? Setting down his cup to avoid spilling it while laughing, he took a moment to compose himself again.
"So tell me, Simca. Do you see me more as your brother or as a member of Sleeping Forest?" he finally said, an amused look still on his face. Kilik tilted his head slightly, feigning true and honest interest in the girl's answer. "If you had to hurt me, could you do it? Could you go through with your Stormrider duties, or would the ties of blood get in the way?"
He settled back in his chair, the smile quickly slipping off his face. Simca's answer mattered fairly little to him, seeing as he didn't intend on getting beaten by Genesis at any point in time, but Kilik couldn't help but be a bit curious. How strong were her bonds to him? How much could they take before being broken? Could he... exploit them?
Simca's pretty face shifted into a dark glare as Kilik laughed at her, obviously amused, and not in a good way. She knew how silly that sounded, coming from her; from Simca, who spent so much time and effort and energy on AT, on Genesis. But life wasn't all about that, and if anything, being in the city for so long had thrown that into sharp focus.
What was wrong with her trying to reach out to her own twin brother? Blood was strong and memories, almost stronger. Simca held that glare for a few moments longer before, turning her gaze, expression melting into one of slight hurt. She sighed quietly and chewed on her bottom lip in thought. "I'm not sure I can answer that," she replied honestly, shaking her head. "I suppose... I'll do what I must to protect my team," she finished. That much was certain. Unlike her brother, she could never betray her team mates.
But regardless, having to battle her own brother was not something she looked forward to. Glancing back up at him, she frowned again, arching one eyebrow and huffing lightly. "Stop looking so cocky. Just because you've lost your emotional ties to me doesn't mean I have to you," she muttered in irritation. "Emotional strength can fuel physical strength," she added, taking another sip of her tea. For Simca, that was true. She was always stronger when she was angry, or driven to protect someone or something. Passion was a driving force in her life, no matter what form it came in.
Kilik just barely tilted his head in response to Simca's answer. He'd rather that she worry about her teammates then hold back on him. After all, it gave him the excuse to go all out on her. Yes, it would be better this way.
"You think my strength is baseless and is only physical, hm?" he asked, eyebrows rising slightly in question. Kilik shook his head lightly, a look of feigned disappointment appearing on his face. "Like you, I too draw strength from somewhere else, but it certainly isn't something that comes and goes like emotions."
Kilik leaned over the table slightly, face and tone dead serious.
"Ideals, Simca. Ideals." He sat back then, hands falling into his lap as he did so. Kilik turned his gaze out the window just in time to see someone being tackled from behind with a loud yelp. He made a soft sound of disapproval. "The rest of the AT world probably thinks of us as 'bad guys,' but you know, we're not actually bad. We just hold a different view from everyone else...
"...which seems to automatically make us wrongdoers or something." Kilik shrugged lightly and looked back at Simca. "Just because you walk with the majority doesn't mean you're right."
He huffed softly and resumed drinking his tea, pointedly keeping his eyes away from his sister's.
"Ideals," Simca rolled her eyes, shaking her head as her expression slipped into another look of displeasure. "Sleeping Forest's 'ideals' benefit no one but Sleeping Forest," she retorted, folding her arms over her chest and leaning in, just as Kilik had done moments before. "If your ideals involve betraying your entire team, then I don't want any part of that," she scoffed, gazing back at her brother darkly.
"It's no wonder everyone looks on you as the villains. Traitors aren't looked upon lightly, Kilik," she muttered, relaxing once more and sitting back in her chair.
"And the Kings? They've earned the right to ride their own roads. Their regalia chose them, remember? I intend to make it so they're free to keep flying. And Ikki will become the Sky King. That boy has the biggest wings I've ever seen," she finished, gazing out the window with hope written on her face.
"Anyway," she murmured, turning back to Kilik, "I didn't actually come here to discuss that. Although, I suppose when it comes to us, that topic is an inevitable one," she sighed, pink fingernails tapping lightly on her tea cup. "I told you, I wanted to see you. And I don't like the way things have turned out between us. I never have."
"People can think they will about me, but I see no reason why the rest of Sleeping Forest has to be treated that way," he answered coolly. Kilik shrugged his shoulders lightly, a hint of irritation gnawing at the back of his mind. The Kings, the Roads, the regalia weren't necessary for AT, weren't necessary for flight. If anything, they seemed to obstruct the average rider from being able to enjoy the sport.
That sort of hierarchy system simply wasn't needed.
If that stupid crow really did have such big wings, what did it matter if he had a title or not? It wouldn't be fair that only one person ever got to see the view from the top of the Tower. That was only one of the many problems that there were in the current AT world, and Kilik vaguely wondered how many would have to be put to sleep, their wings broken, before the rest of the world realized their flaws.
With a soft sigh, Kilik returned his attention to Simca. A bored expression graced his features, and he propped his chin up on his hands once more. "So, you've seen me now, and if you'd like to change the past..." Kilik shrugged. "...I guess you'll just have to make a time-machine, now won't you?
"What's done is done. You have that Clock fellow on your team. Surely he's told you all about the limitations of what can be done with time." He huffed. "Get over the past, Simca. We're not going back to live in that time."
Kilik was looking more bored than ever, and Simca sighed a bit dejectedly, gaze dropping down to the table. "I never said we should go back to the way things were. That's impossible now. Too much has happened, and changed. But..." she trailed off, looking back up at him. "You said you still felt a little something for me. You can't deny it, Kilik. We're still twins. There is always going to be a bond there, no matter how thin and stretched it becomes," she said determinedly.
"Blood is strong," she finished, meeting his gaze evenly. Kilik posed a great threat to her team, and to herself, but Simca wasn't willing to give up hope on him completely. She was still his sister, whether he wanted her to be anymore or not. She knew he thought she was foolish and weak, and maybe she was. But that hardly mattered to her.
"Just think about that for awhile, mm?" she shrugged. Simca didn't know if she could change anything about him now. He was set in his ways, and they had hardly spent any time together in quite awhile. But maybe she could at least get a little something through to him. It was worth a shot, anyways.
"What are you trying to get me to do, Simca?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at her. Kilik looked away for a moment, waving the waiter over to fetch him another cup of tea. He took his sweet time to return his attention to his sister. "What exactly do you want me to 'think about' right now?"
He gave her a vaguely inquisitive look before glancing out the window again, a soft sigh slipping past his lips. For twins, they certainly didn't connect very well. Of course, the fact that they spent so much time apart nowadays probably didn't help very much. "Are you... trying to get me to act like a proper brother again?" he queried. "Is that it?"
Kilik chuckled softly. What a foolish notion. Surely she had realized by now that if he did start acting like a loving brother again that it'd end up being for his benefit. Simca was revealing too many weak spots, and he could only imagine the anger her teammates would feel about that later on. She was setting herself up for ruin with this poorly planned meeting.
"You'd probably be better off finding yourself a surrogate brother, one who won't try to harm you in the middle of the night." He looked away for a moment before glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. "I say this as your brother and as a warning. Consider it a display of my twisted affection."
Simca's patience was wearing thin now, and she definitely did not enjoy being laughed at yet again. In her lap, her fingernails dug into her thighs, fingers clenching and unclenching with pent-up frustration. "Fine," she hissed, narrowing her eyes, cheeks flushed with anger. "Be that way. Don't even try. Just throw everything away," she flicked a slender hand through the air aimlessly. It stopped and she pointed at him, leaning across the table now in angry defiance.
"You've become almost inhuman, Kilik. You don't even care about your own sister anymore," she shook her head, hot tears in her eyes now. "What's the point of living a life like that?" she almost deflated for a moment, and then continued on. "I guess it doesn't matter. It'll serve you right. You've made it this way. And no one will care will Genesis crushes you. No one will be there to help you," she choked out, sitting back in her chair now and fumbling with her bag, searching for her wallet. She pulled out some money and tossed it on the table, fingers trembling.
Pushing herself up and out of her chair, she moved to stand over him. "I won't hesitate again, now that I know where you stand for sure," she shook her head, and then bent down to meet him eye-to-eye, her hands white-knuckled on her knees. "Payback's a bitch, love," she whispered, delicate fingers reaching up to hold his chin and she pressed a kiss to his cheek. "We'll just see what happens, won't we?" she smiled unpleasantly, standing up to her full height and turning on her heel to leave.
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