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Exhaustion.
Chosen had never experienced this. Powerlessness. It was odd.
What was he even supposed to do at that point? What even just.. happened?
He had been lying on the grass for around.. an hour now. The last thing he actually remembered was trying to get to victim. To kill him.. that bastard would deserve it. And now, he had enough power to severely mess things up. But it's probably fine.. the last person who tried to do that is.. dead.
Which is what he believed. But, that man was hiding nearby, behind the walls of his crumbled old base. Stalking him? Of course not. Only a crazy person would stalk their ex-bestie.
It wasn't a fallout on Dark's side. Chosen was at fault. Totally at fault, when he backed out of getting revenge on the one person who hurt them.
And as he looked at Chosen, just.. lying there, he felt that familiar feeling. The feeling of just.. pure, violent urges. It was in his code. It had happened so many times before. His code wanted him to hurt Chosen. Mangle him, batter him beyond repair. And enjoy it. It sounded so.. freeing to do. And yet, he'd only let himself try to severely injure him.. once. And Chosen started it.
Only now did he notice he was gripping the wall. It was crumbling under his hands. Couldn't even keep himself from breaking literal ruins. In a sudden burst of frustration, he punched the wall, which obviously stood no chance. Unfortunately, the noise alerted Chosen, who sat up immediately.
“...Who's there.”
Crap. Wasn't any way out of this now. Dark didn't really have much choice, so he slowly stepped out of the rubble, putting back on his usual masochistic face.
“...Miss me, Chosen?!”
Chosen's face was just kind of.. blank for a few seconds, while he slowly stood up. Before Dark could come up with any crappy insult, he was abruptly pulled into a hug. By Chosen. Chosen was hugging him. What- “Ch- what the hell is this.”
That easily got Chosen to realize what he was doing. He shoved away from Dark, getting more defensive immediately (despite having no powers). “Why are- how are you still- what do you want, Dark??”
After.. processing what just happened, Dark just snickered a bit. “What, I can't say hello to an old friend..?”
That same horrible smirk. It made Chosen sick. “We are NOT friends.” He scoffed out.
“Oh, right. I figured that was the case after getting basically killed by you and your little friend.”
“And who's fault was that..?” His own words sent a pang through his chest. It reminded him of the constant playful banter he shared with Dark. But that was a long time ago.
The conversation seemed to be getting to Dark as well. “You're trying to put the blame on me now?? Despite YOU being the one who backed out on me, when we were THIS close to getting our revenge??”
..Classic Dark. No sympathy.
“Dark, think of what WE went through. It wouldn't have been right to inflict it upon someone else, no matter what they did.”
A harsh scoff. “Oh! Of course! It wouldn't be RiGhT. And since when had you been one to care about if something was RIGHT or WRONG??”
It was odd. Chosen kind of wanted to see if he could get through to him. “Since I figured out that sometimes, destruction isn't just the solution to everything. Sometimes, things should just be let be..”
He didn't understand. None of it made sense. He was in pain. He thought Chosen was in pain. What was wrong with a bit of payback? “BUT WHY? I WANNA.. I WANNA HURT HIM!! I WANT HIM TO FEEL THE SAME PAIN WE DID!!”
That violent feeling was building up again.
And Chosen could sense it, he always could. “Because it's just not right, Dark.”
..Instead of replying, Dark just.. threw a punch. It didn't land. Chosen easily dodged it. “Did you think that would work..?”
This, evidently, pissed off Dark even more. He continued with his punches, trying in vain to hurt Chosen. He could use more powerful methods.. but, for some reason, he couldn’t bring himself to. Simply kept punching, and Chosen dodged every single one. It lasted for a good while, but eventually, Dark fell to his knees. He had exhausted himself. “How.. how are you.. dodging them all….??”
Chosen sighed. “I knew you for 7 years, Dark. I know how your outbursts work.”
Dark continued trying to get his breath back, muttering “I hate you… so much..” before trying once again to punch Chosen. This time, he grabbed Dark's wrist, stopping him, but also not letting go. “You know.. you could always come back.”
..The nerve of him. He couldn't just “come back”. His code prevented that. “Thanks, but, no thanks.. asshole. Can't.”
Chosen lowered Dark's hand, still holding it. “Well… I'll be here. If you change your mind.”
“..I could kill you, right now.”
“I'd like to see you try,” Chosen laughed out. They sat there for a while, Chosen keeping Dark's hand in his, and Dark keeping eyes that screamed murder on his nemesis.
After around half an hour, one of the two finally did something. Dark slowly brought their interlocked hands up to his face, before.. biting Chosen's hand. Hard. And Chosen didn’t even flinch. “...Seven years.”
It had been an old habit of his. And Chosen remembered that.