Arafura S1 - Darker Than Black
S1 | Chapter I | Duel I Only One Eye

Sweat drenched his white skin. Her hair was no longer neat so it was not noticed. His eyes were no longer free—asal looked at as he pleased. The body no longer moves freely here and there because it is full of caution. The aura was already confined to the billowing inside this magnificent room, a room belonging to Lord Rom that was located within his castle. The candles on the round table were only a decoration between two people who were standing opposite, one of them holding a sword and the other only armed with bare hands. There was no sound except the sound of strong breathing and the impact of rain from outside.

Ziyo smilingly looked at the Gen Master who was before her as if a ferocious beast that had just discovered its prey. His red eyes seemed to glow, his canine teeth he showed. He thought Mr. Gen was afraid of it so thought about retreating. Not so. Mr. Gen did the same, he welcomed the coming of war with a view full of oppression. His face smiled widely, occasionally heard laughter from his mouth filled with pointed fangs. She did not mind even Ziyo being accompanied by her friend.

"Let's attack me quickly. Don't make me wait." Said Mr. Gen.

Ziyo started to bend in an attacking position. "As your request, Mr. Gen. But, before that I want to ask you something."

Mr. Gen laughed. "Asking you? What are you asking for?"

The look on Ziyo's face smiled with her eyes turning sharp. "Please die in front of me."

A moment after those words, Ziyo moved quickly toward Master Gen like a gust of wind. The end of his shirt was so quick air. His footsteps did not sound like his style. His body slightly bent forward picked up speed as if it were falling, while his hands formed like wings took balance.

The sharp sword from his hand he slashed out at full force, the air as if it was split open made. However, Mr. Gen was able to read his movements from the start, he reflexively moved sideways to avoid the attack so that the slash only brushed off a little of his blue hair. A few pieces were cut off and fell to the floor.

"Huh.nearly." Mr. Gen was mocking. "It's not that easy to touch me. The boy."

"Damn you! I must have chopped!"

Ziyo's upset. He retorted back by slashing with annoyance and yelling, but the slash never hit Mr. Gen's skin because he always dodged. His face only laughed as if he did not feel burdened, more precisely Mr. Gen was enjoying the situation. Contrary to Ziyo, his countenance was extremely solemn as if there was a blob of explosive rage before him.

Mr. Gen laughed. "Come on, don't joke with me."

"Damn!"

Ziyo started trying in the opposite direction from the previous attack. He changed the position of his sword to be held next to him— left hand. Mr. Gen was surprised so he was almost fooled. It turned out that his left hand was more adept than he thought, not only extremely fast, but agile. Mr. Gen was almost cornered so forced to temporarily retreat.

Mr. Gen laughed. "So, from the start you weren't serious about fighting."

Ziyo fell with a sharp eye. "If so why? You're not ready to die?"

Laugh again. "Of course not. It's too shocking if I die now."

Ziyo attacked again. "Then, let me make it no surprise!!!"

The air slash he did again. This time Mr. Gen did not dodge, he instead intended to hold the slash with his hand. Instantly the tip of the sword stuck in Mr. Gen's grasp, stuck it in his palm. Blood slowly flowed through his arm. Mr. Gen did not scream sick or sweat in fear, he stuck out his tongue and licked his own blood that continued to flow endlessly. The blood was apparently he drank without hesitation, even Ziyo was shocked to make, his eyes were wide in disbelief that Mr. Gen was like that.

After drinking the blood, his eyes grew brighter and brighter like candle flames, his fangs elongated to form a small knife, his face bleached like an undead, as well as his blue hair, instantly elongated and bushy, his face bleached like an undead, some parts seemed to tapered so that it looked like a thorn. What a horrible sight! Both of Ziyo's eyes widened, turning her expression into fear. This is a sight that has never existed before.

"Why?" Said Mr. Gen with a smile. "You're afraid of my form, Ziyo? Why don't you just raise this sword and slash me even harder? You want to kill me, right?"

Ziyo immediately raised her sword then retreated a few steps back. "Who are you really?!"

"Who? Me?" Mr. Gen momentarily laughed.

"What's so funny?!"

"Son, your expression of fear is very visible. If the whole thing wants to be safe, you can back off right now."

Ziyo's fear instantly burned the flames of hatred. "Fuck you! I'll spill!"

This time, Mr. Gen's movements seemed to have changed three times than before. In the end none of Ziyo's slashes managed to hit him. Those slashes hit the table when Mr. Gen was right by the table. The table was split in two so that the colorful candles on it began to fall with the pile of documents. The small flames began to burn the cloth tablecloth which became a decoration then aggravated by the existence of a pile of flammable paper documents. The tiny candle flame instead turned into the red man, gradually began to devour the existence of the table and create a large puff of smoke making the air stuffy, but the situation was ignored by both, they focused on the existence of his opponent who continued to stand out gave off a haughty aura—aura who wanted to oppress each other.

"Your coward! It's just dodging!" Shouted Ziyo.

"Oh no. You're a sword but I'm empty-handed. Who's the coward?"

Ziyo moved back to attack as quickly as the first attack. This time Mr. Gen responded by reflexively picking up a vase of flowers next to him and throwing it as hard as possible right into Ziyo's face. Ziyo reflex slashed the vase but could not hold the puddle of water inside. The water instantly rained down on Ziyo's entire face making her gaze temporarily disturbed.

"Damn! What's—" Ziyo tried to wipe away the water and sand on her face. His eyes were a little sore so his gaze was disturbed. Mr. Gen did not leave the opportunity, he began to move nimbly. His feet stepped on a chair in front of him then leaped high towards Ziyo. A hateful fist without a doubt hit him as hard as possible towards the neck above Ziyo's chest. The hard blow made Ziyo slammed into a corner of the wall. The pain made him cough unbearably, the blood came out like a liquid that had just spilled, but it was not enough for him. Ziyo was still standing and her eyes were still staring at Mr. Gen as if there was not the slightest bit of desire to give up. Mr. Gen immediately showered him again with hundreds of punches right in his nose and stomach, slowly Ziyo began to get dizzy and could not fight back. Mr. Gen hasn't felt enough, even more upset. Not forgetting he immediately hit and kicked the joints of his arms and legs, made him more limp to continue to survive, even so weak sword he held had fallen because he could not withstand the weight.

"Come on! Where is your arrogance?! Huh!!" Shouted Mr. Gen while hitting. Although Ziyo's mouth, nose, and even ears started to bleed, Mr. Gen never stopped. Upset there was no resistance, Mr. Gen immediately ended it by hitting his back neck. Ziyo then fell unconscious with a splash of blood on the floor. Mr. Gen smiled happily, he licked the blood-filled floor and drank it.

"Ah, fresh blood." Said Mr. Gen while licking the floor and then his injured arm. His interpretation of blood made his two red eyeballs start glancing at the unconscious Ziyo. His heart skipped a beat as soon as he saw Ziyo's neck. Uh! Can't stand— thought Mr. Gen. He finally moved to crawl in the direction where Ziyo's body lay. The sweet aroma seemed to smell through his nose. His mouth was now getting closer not spaced with Ziyo's neck.

"I'm sorry Ziyo. I'm asking for a little."

His mouth was wide open. The fangs like sharp knives came out and he plugs into Ziyo—'s body between the side of the neck and the shoulders. Blood flowed out countless times, but it did not disappear for free, Mr. Gen sucked in completely without a single drop littering the floor of the room.

In the cool time of partying drinking alone, suddenly the castle building shook violently as if there was an explosion. The vibration came many times with the sound of a loud bang out there.

"What's this about? Is there a war outside?"

Mr. Gen ends his drinking party immediately. He immediately got up and took out a sword that was beside Ziyo's body. A few moments as Mr. Gen's footsteps moved closer to the locked exit, someone shouted from outside.

"Master Rom!! Mr Rom!! Open door!!" Shouts someone while hitting the door.

No one answered his screams. The man did not hesitate to break the door open wide. It turned out that that person was Aio, the childish man who had previously been annoyed at Mr. Gen. Aio looked frightened, his face full of sweat.

"Master Gen!! D—Where's—Where's Mr Rom?!" Shouted Aio.

Aio's gaze was instantly transfixed as he saw Ziyo's body lying covered in blood behind Mr. Gen. Aio looked at a sword that Master Gen was holding, it was filled with blood red.

Both of Aio's eyes widened in disbelief. "K—You—killer!!!"

"Damn!"

Mr. Gen didn't think it would turn out like this. He was immediately prepared to fight again despite the many distractions out there—stripping like a bomb blast.

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