Five; it’s a magic number

In spite of the claim that he had no real objection to what might be happening beneath his skin, Aichi struggled to believe Dito’s murmurings. They were unsteady, similarly to that of a madman. And the coldness to which the brunet alluded to… it troubled him considerably to speculate.

                                  Being bitten by a zombie was… going to turn him into one right?                   There wasn’t something worse coming… was there?

He hadn’t even realized the jeopardy in which he was in once his back was turned; the very possibility that Dito might turn hadn’t crossed his mind. No, Dito was still himself, so he wouldn’t. Surely he wouldn’t.

Flipping through the pages of Marron’s tome, another bolt zapped a straying undead into the path which had been carved open.

“Alright, but I won’t leave you behind! Even if you don’t want me to call us friends, you’re someone that means something to me - and you saved me. It’d be selfish more so after that to leave you".

Was it careless to risk the humanity Dito’s sacrifice had preserved for the sake of pulling the brunet out? Something he would take into consideration, but he couldn’t betray Dito’s selflessness, and guided him through the pathway, breaking through the gathering without further incident.

                    Blasts here and there to hold back any of the loitering which might try to close in on them. That would keep them at bay enough so they could work on getting some distance between the two parties.

“Let’s get back to Sector 6; the pumpkins won’t cause us too much trouble. And we’ll get you somewhere safe to rest”.

Selflessness? 

Aichi could sure be disgusting at times. 

...Absolutely...confusing, rather. What was a ‘friend’? Someone who Dito didn’t have to kill? Aichi was well, not really worth the effort it takes to kill, so that meant...nothing. Absolutely nothing that he’d rather wrap his mind around. 

A mind that just so happened to be slowly drifting away. 

     “I...mean something to you?”

He was just a tool, a weapon who would gladly kill others thinking it his own will.  

His mind, fuzzy as it was, wanted to know Aichi’s answer, and he’d not pass on until he’d heard it. He...wanted to live, for just a little bit longer, even if in the end he’d laugh in Aichi’s face before expiring. 

But now he was being spoken to again, in a voice that could hardly be heard anymore, after hearing the sounds of all those magical strikes they’d been using. To sector six and the pumpkins...Dito would nod, almost unbalancing himself as he did so, the grin still plastered across his face .

     “Then let’s get going...hehe...to the next place.”

To the next place, for a place to rest and close his eyes for a while. Dito would like that. Like? Dito never liked much of anything, nor did he care, and yet...

     “Let’s? Huh...let’s. I guess I did lump myself in with your crowd.”

Damn, this isn’t the time--Dito would move toward the gap in the undead, looking at Aichi with a slightly more focused gaze than he’d normally manage. He was silent, his expression changing from the false grin to just barely a smile. A genuine one. 

     “Well? Get going before I change my mind, Aichi.”

And there he went on ahead, letting the other do as he wished. 

all the dead ends… –all the DISAPPOINTMENTS.

”Behold the fifth song: Grand Light of Antiquity! The great power made manifest. The ceremony of glorious arrival. Burn into thine eyes the punishing lance of divine retribution! I, Dito, summon thee in my name. Phanuel, arise!”

DOD3らくがき

Unfinished Business[Closed with Drollerie]

A request. The most simplest of request to be sent to the assassination organization that was responsible for a large dozens of deaths here in this cage of scientist observation. To think that the time would come for someone to submit one that he had been expecting to carry out himself of his own will, and now he could do this for work as well as fun. A most generous and exciting endeavor. The little note left in the mailbox of the BALLISTA headquarters brought him much joy. The name, of someone he had attacked once before. 

Dito. 

The alleyway brought about some natural hidden protection from the depth of this night, slowly itching his way while masking his malice intent that he was so used to showing off to the public on full display. Smirking, seeing his face coming this way in the sector of the street. Once past the alleyway, jumping from behind him did the little demon prince’s aura erupt in a gush of malice and blood-lust, slicing at the back of the elder man with his sharp sword, going for a deep cut to the back in the shape of half a crescent moon to the teen’s back, Smirking, before he laughed.

“ Been a while, Dito. Seems you pissed someone off…too far. I’m here…to kill you. “

For once, Dito had been minding his own damn business, laying low while he’d recovered from Zeno’s other attack. He’d been hurt pretty bad, but now since he was fully recovered, and had some relations with others that he decided that he didn’t want to kill, he thought about moving forward. 

Now with a cell phone, he was about to send a text, but deleted the contents as soon as he felt something malevolent nearby. 

For far too long had he known this feeling, this sense of danger. He thrived on it and leapt forward a small distance, casually turning on heel to face the direction of the other. 

     “Sorry, man, I’m texting. Hold off the villain act for just a second.”

He was learning about technology, and his first and only text to the only person he deemed worth giving a damn about was almost done. 

       [sent to>>Aichi]

       >>Hey. 

       >>No matter what, stay indoors tonight, not even if you hear anything.

       >>...Later.

Flipping the said phone closed and placing it in a pocket, he’d draw forth his wooden spear. Not much, but it was something. His expression was almost bored as he looked at the other. 

     “So, you’re here to kill me? Tch, what a waste of a time. Would you really accept my own request? You really are an idiot, good for nothing asshole, you know that?”

Yes, it was Dito who had found Zeno’s little operation and put in the request. Why? His god damn memories were keeping him awake, and he needed rest. Since this Zeno moron seemed to relish killing people, why not let the little whelp do his job?

Still...

     “I hope you know I’m still going to put up a fight. I’d rather not be bored to death, see.”

“That sounds…

–Quite intimate. And something children shouldn’t hear.

           And bad".

     “That’s right. It’s absolutely disgusting.”

     “Don’t do it. You’re too good of a person, Aichi. You should know better than that.”

“…Excuse me?”

     “To put it in terms so that the ooooh so lovely audience can hear, it ***** you in the ***.”

   Wait...god damn sensor. Mentally destroying it, he’d clear his throat. 

     “It screws you in the arse. It takes your life and makes it hell. So just don’t do it.”

                 “How does thug life ‘choose you’ exactly?

It can’t be based on looking like one, because that’s not always the case. But from what I’ve heard, it’s the one with the choice, rather than yourself”

     “It chooses you by bending you over and ******* you in the *** like just about everything else.”

     “It’s not pretty.”

Five; it’s a magic number

Over and over, lightning would be unleashed; electrocuting the wandering undead, to knock them back, to fell them. Keep them from further from subduing Dito, making him one of their own faster (if that was even possible). If anyone should have been facing a countdown to losing themselves, it should have been Aichi.

Dito had only come to help him; he’d saved him - and at a great cost.

                  The shift in demeanour - and that enjoyment of what he was facing - sent a chill racing down Aichi’s spine. For as long as they could hold out, until all hope of curing him was extinguished, he wanted to stay by Dito’s side, striving for some solution that might keep him human.

“Not now, but you might in the end. That’s not who you are; this isn’t something to laugh at. This is my fault and I’m going to find a way to make it up, whatever it takes!”

Dared to turn his back for just a matter of seconds - with Dito so effectively holding back numerous undead; he could fire numerous bolts into the cluster on the other side, shocking enough into submission that a narrow path was beginning to open. His head twisted around yet again, while allowing another barrage to rain down upon the weakening buffer.

               “There’s a way out opening, we can get out in this direction”.

Who did Aichi think he was...telling Dito who he was and who he wasn’t?

How dare he...but that was useless to ponder right now. He was acting on instinct, killing the ones that got close, his movements hardly his own anymore. The world was a cold place. 

And Dito could feel himself growing colder by the moment. 

Dito hated the cold. 

Hate...aha...yes, he hated it. 

     “Ahaha...it’s not? Ah...haha...it’s not something...funny? Of course not. Why do you think I’m laughing? I don’t know, don’t know at all. I wanted this, Aichi, I wanted to feel this, just not...”

     “Just not so cold.” 

His hands were shaking, he’d almost dropped his weapon--so careless. Aichi had turned his back to Dito for some reason that almost made Dito attack him instead. Wait...attacking Aichi? No, Aichi was too much effort to kill. 

That’s what the living dead were for, anyway. Useless sacks of meat to be cut down. 

His limbs felt heavier, and suddenly Dito would realize his own boredom and fatigue. Repetitive killing...wasn’t that good. He wanted to close his eyes, and let whatever madness was growing take him, rather than being pulled apart. 

So when Aichi said something about a path ahead, Dito would turn, at the ready, his gaze unfocused and yet he was still there. 

     “Ahaha...lead the way. I’m damn tired of all this bullshit.”