Ash-boss
A Thousand Stories: The same two faces

Now his eyes were staring intently and staring at the figure in a pink dress who was looking at him with a look of hatred. He pointed a knife at the girl who was now standing in front of him. His actions were so confident and courageous. Likewise the way to return the gaze of the girl in front of him. It was as if he had won by brandishing the knife at the figure he was staring at hatefully.

Then by crossing both hands to the back, the girl from the other side smiled sweetly. Seeing how the figure in front of him shows his real face that has always been watching him from a distance.

"Why is that fear?!" the figure in the black dress leaned slightly in front of the girl in a pink dress in front of him.

The figure with the pink dress was pulling on him. Staring with the same disdain as shown by the kneeling black-robed figure.

"I've never been afraid of anything!"

He who dresses in pink smiles cynically. Then play the knife. Looking at the sharpest part of the blade with a meaningful gaze. Weighing and judging when he will do something that will give him a sense of satisfaction.

"A knife like this won't be able to hurt your figure."

"I think you've had a hard time forgetting it for so long!"

"Where could I forget it! We are the same. And we're one!"

His eyes became hateful again. It was as if the world had done unfairly to his life.

"This knife probably won't hurt you, but, uh,"

Those eyes were squinting with a very sharp look. It showed one slowly slashing motion on his own wrist.

"If you hurt the owner of this body, you can!" he then laughed with satisfaction while allowing the incision wound to shed a lot of blood.

While the figure of the girl before him was now staring worriedly by hiding it behind his hardened face. Helplessness makes him have to pay attention to every decision he has to make in acting.

"I didn't expect you to get out this way!" The black dress figure on his knees trying to find a gap to be able to keep the knife away from the hand of the girl in pink dress before him.

"You know what I wanted most!! But you and all your actions always manage to snatch everything from me!!"

The face darkened. Leave a piercing eye for those who do not recognize his figure now.

"That body should be mine!? Your form should be my form!!" he screamed with emotion. "You've taken that form away from me!!!"

The figure suddenly snapped and then brandished attacking using his knife blindly. Scratch and destroy some of the decorations in the pink room.

Nimble, the figure of the girl in black dress on her knees dodged and fended off some of the attacks made by the girl in pink dress. Sometimes he tried to resist the movement of a figure in a pink dress so as not to re-injure him. Although not his body, but the figure has a body from another soul that is being mastered. And a figure in a black dress cannot risk the life of a person who is not related to his problem.

In the attack, the knife had already changed hands in an unusual manner. He who dress in black knee-length then away from the girl in pink dress with a gaze not understood by the actions of the figure before him.

One hand pulled the knife out of his hand. Making the knife throw down the bed, and the owner of the hand immediately aimed his attack at the figure in a black dress without warning. Lock and corner the body on the side of the wall in front of him. The dense black smoke puff bond with a bluish flash of fire suffocated the neck part of the girl in black dress knee-length with golden blue eyes.

"Dren!" the girl in a pink dress immediately approached the body of the young man who had rejected the knife in the hand of the figure of the girl in black dress that was knee-length.

The faces of the two girls were exactly the same as the betel on the other two. The figure of the Barrel with two different looks. One was wearing a knee-length black dress with long, fringed hair that covered her forehead. And the other figure with a pink dress with short-haired shoulder that blurted right on his hair hemisphere.

With a protective attitude, Eren immediately brought the figure of Laras in a pink dress into his arms. Staring at him was full of worry and in an out-of-place anxiety.

Seeing what Eren was doing, making the figure of Laras dress in black knee-length golden blue eyes, staring filled with annoyance.

Increasingly resisting, Laras' body gowns in black knee-length pressed so strongly against the wall behind him.

While Eren shows his concern for Laras in a pink dress, Aksara seems confused by two figures who can look so similar. The only difference is the hair model and the color of both clothes.

"What the fuck is all this!?" Aksara closed its wings. Make it invisible and then look at the situation that is quite confusing in front of his eyes.

There were two people with exactly the same face. Both faces are the faces of the Baras. The girl he just thought of her existence.

Not long in his confusion, Eren rose from his position after handing Laras' body a pink dress to Aksara.

The figure stared intently into the golden blue eyes of Laras in a knee-length black dress. It was not the frightened look Eren had gotten, but rather an annoyance at the actions the young man had taken on his figure.

"If you weren't a girl, I would've wiped you out!"

Eren took off his coarse bond in the form of a puff of pitch-black smoke. Throwing Laras' body in a black dress knee-length violently so that it hit the door of the room.

But it did not discourage the figure to keep staring full of annoyance at him.

"By taking her form, don't ever think that I'll believe you!" eren's cold speech made the figure of Laras dress in black knee-length with his eyes golden blue, finally choosing silence when he wanted to explain something.

"Then do you want to believe him?!"

He who is now standing on the head of the scriptures, shows a face full of pain. The look in his eyes glared at Eren with a darting step. And from that angle, Aksara was only able to be fixated with the two figures of Laras he saw. Both show the same air. Darkness eve.

"It's not his fault!" said Laras in a pink dress in front of Eren and Aksara confusion. "It was me who let him snatch my face and my form!"

Eren helped Laras in a pink dress stand next to him. Helping the figure of Laras in a pink dress to approach the figure of Laras in a black dress knee-length before him without fear of being attacked again.

"Please don't believe in the darkness that incites you! He's just using you!"

"Am I really being used?!"

Hearing that, Aksara stared at that knee-length black-clad figure of Laras with a different gaze than before.

The barrel cannot be that brave!! His inner.

The figure of Laras in a black dress on his knees was staring casually at the figure before him. Then glanced at Eren who was now taking a position to protect the figure of Laras in a pink dress.

"Either what has happened, but I'm starting to dislike this!"

"I know you hate what happened, but I..."

The figure of Laras in a pink dress clutched Eren's arm. His body was swept away and the figure of Laras in black dress only realized that he who was in front of him had slashed the wrist with his own hands.

"His hands!" the figure of Laras in black dress grabbed the hand he meant. But Eren again rebuffed his hand and unleashed an attack that forced the figure of Laras in a black dress that was knee-length inevitably had to leave his place with a sense of force.

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