Drama fight, Zane vs zuruel?

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First time I had saw her was on busy street and I merely gaze at her from the distance. When I saw her the first time, my face flushed crimson red and my heart dance intensely in my chest. My legs were like jelly and I prop myself against the wall. Her fair skin, her brilliant eyes and her beautiful smile had taken a hold of me instantly. Never had I ever felt this way to anyone, especially to someone of a lower pedigree. Yes, she was a low-born peasant compare to me, I could tell instantly the way she dressed and how she talked but yet, I was smitten with her right away. I wanted to approach her but for once I was too nervous, and so I didn’t. Instead, I pulled some strings to find out who she was and watched her from away. I’m embarrassingly to say but I felt like a stalker, I felt I was in the wrong for how I was handling but I didn’t know how to handle someone like her.

One day, I was caught off-guard, and we finally met. I was simply getting food, and she bumped into me. My items I had held fell on the floor, and she quickly apologizes. In this normal situation, I would scold her and make her pay for it all but yet… I found myself sincerely apologizing. Everything that I am and I had build up was out of the window in this one encounter, to this girl. I didn’t let this fortunate chance escape me and finally begin talking to her. Oh how dumb I must have sounded to her, but yet she casually talked to me. After that, I made sure we bumped into other more with difference excuses until I could ask her out. She agrees, and we had gone out on a few dates, but she told me that another was smitten.

I wanted to destroy this person; I wanted to remove him from play and make sure no one else would dare to approach her. However, I knew precisely that wouldn’t be what she wanted. She without knowing was making me a better person but I couldn’t help be jealous. I heard the two would also go on a few dates, and I felt so jealous, so petty but I hold myself back. To me, she was perfect; to me, she was my everything. I sometimes make things all about me but with her, it was the opposite. If I was going to get her to fall in love with me, to pick me I had to better, and so I tried.

Recently, I haven’t heard from her in a while, and I’m trouble over it. This is not normal; we normally have some sort of date or meet to typically have gourmet coffee. My faithful heart aches as I begin to dearly miss her with every moral fiber of my being. I used all of my influence to find out where she had gone, but I couldn’t find her but instead it all back tracked to a single person, the other man.

I’ve arranged to privately meet this person, so I can get answers straight from him, so I can find the shiny star in my night sky. The overcast sky is empty of polarized light, void of life or dull clouds. The frigid wind howls furiously like a pack of rabid wolves but compares to the feeling of my lost beloved, I've felt nothing. While waiting impatiently, I listen anxiously to the dogs rooting through garbage, finding whatever that they can to fill their empty stomachs. From the overwhelming smell of the trash, dogs and human waste, it all overwhelming but yet this was the perfect spot to merely meet.

[Skulking Shinzu]

“I’m… Not actually meant to kill him, right? This is all acting?” A drama fight. It was a strange concept to Zuruel. No matter how he analysed the situation, it was clearly a trap. What better way to assassinate someone than to ‘pretend’ to fight before unleashing a finishing blow at the last possible moment? Ever-untrusting, the Kedoin scanned through the script he had been given with crimson red eyes. Masked by the grace of a true actor and the adept skill in falsehood only a Kedoin could possess, his features did not betray his thoughts. To Zane – he would appear to be a willing participant.

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She was… Boring. Her hair, slightly oily. Her eyes, slightly too far apart. Her teeth, ever-so slightly crooked. Even her one redeeming feature – her pristine soft skin – wasn’t without flaw or blemish. As if to taint any sign of perfection, a single pea sized mole marked her just above her left collar bone. Zuruel couldn’t keep his eyes off it. Every time he met the woman, his eyes were drawn to the darkness against the pale white canvas. He’d cut it off if she let him. He’d cut it off even if she didn’t. What was even worse was that every time he stared, the woman simply smiled and blushed. Did she think he was staring somewhere else? Were his stares of distain mistaken for playful glances? What a stupid woman.

Zuruel would have discarded her days ago if he hadn’t noticed some random noble’s attempts at winning her over. He knew she was his. His pawn – not the nobles. He knew by feigning interest, he could eventually lure this noble in. How he loathed the creature. A rich fart whose only claim was being born to the right bitch. The man likely knew nothing of hardship. Nobles had everything from the moment they slid out the womb. Such was the power money held. However, the man called Zane would never have her. He’d make sure of that. Zuruel was willing to sit through hours of pointless conversation while that mole stared back at him just to make sure that she was forever unobtainable to Zane. Noble cunts needed to learn that the world wasn’t theirs just because they owned land and a few gold coins.

It took a few days longer than he would have liked, but eventually, Zane gave in. An entire horse drawn carriage had arrived to bring Zuruel a single letter encrusted with gold flakes around the edges of the envelope. Ripping the paper open with a single tug, he fished out the note inside while spotting a glittering seal near the bottom. This looked as if it contained gold flakes too. This one letter was probably worth more than he earned in an entire a year. Possibly even two. “I bet he shits out gold too.” He laughed while inelegantly shoving the paper into his pocket. Lord shit-eater Zane had ‘humbly’ requested an audience. Far be it from Zuruel to deny such a polite request from a pompous buffoon.

Night had already fell upon the city and swallowed the sky in darkness by the time Zuruel had arrived at the requested location. “Couldn’t have done this somewhere warmer? I’m sure you can afford to buy an entire inn.” He scowled upon spotting the noble lord. While the man was the striking image of perfection – Zuruel wasn't. He shivered as the cold wind found its way into every hole and torn piece of stitching in his clothing. Even the act of folding his arms around his chest seemed to offer no real comfort as misty vapor oozed out his nose with each breath. “Even his breath looks warmer than mine...” The corners of Zuruel’s mouth curved as far down as possible to form a hideous frown against his dusty face. Everything about the noble pissed him off. What’s more, the canines looting around a nearby trash can were distracting him. “Scram!” He commanded as he grabbed the still-sheathed sword from his side. Swiftly, he slammed the butt of the sheath into the textured cement. He half expected the mangy and flea-ridden dogs to flee, but nothing happened. Whatever they were devouring in the trash can, it was worth dying for.

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ooc: Be a little kind to the grammar, done this while falling asleep. lol

He arrived, and I want to straggle him. He arrived, and I want to straggle him with my bare hands until his face turns blue and he’s incapable to receive another breath. I adjust my posture and take in a deep breath while counting in my head. I maintain a reasonable distance between us not just for my personal safety, but for his in my current mental state. “This place is-“ I say but I quickly stop myself. No, I can’t handle this like I traditionally do. I can’t allow my selfish desires to take over me, least until I’m given the proper information. Until I can grasp my beloved back or get any information on her, I must behave.

Definitely, for a conventional person it can be considered to be cold but for me, its nothing. I’ve rarely ever enjoyed warmth, so the cold never bothers me. Well, until my beloved entered my life anyway. Here I stand in light clothing that’s more suited for the fall but here it’s in the single digits. With every breath I take, heat and vapor appear from my mouth briefly. I look at the man and smile as I begin unzipping my jacket and then tosses it over to him.”If you’re so cold, then take my jacket.” This merely leaves me in a white t-shirt. For an average person, this weather while dress like this would make their nipples so cold and hard they could easily cut diamond for a robbery. This does reveal one other thing about me, my skin. Without my jacket, it is impossible to hide the fact that currently, my skin is no longer tan but a peculiar pale blue color.

By throwing the jacket over to him, to lower his bitching for the cold wasn’t a kind gesture, no. It's a petty jab at him, letting him know he’s delicate if he can’t stand the frigid winter, therefore receive my jacket, you pathetic dog. I move my hands behind my back as I give an anxious frown. “Let’s not waste time with unimportant things, I know you have done something to Julia! What have you done to her and where is she?!”

[Skulking Shinzu]

Zuruel squinted at the man. He seemed to be consciously maintaining quite a bit of distance. Zuruel took note of the fact that Zane was several sword lengths away – leaving him in a relatively safe position. “What’s the matter? Do I stink? We can’t all afford warm running water whenever we want.” Clearly a taunt, Zuruel looked away from the pompous noble in disgust as if making it clear that he was insulted by how far back Zane kept himself. “You call me, in the dead of night, in the cold winter, and then refuse to talk directly to my face? The arrogance of you nobles. We should be burning your fancy clothes for warmth instead of dying in the forests for kindling!” He spat at the ground in front of him at the end of the speech as fury flared in his red eyes.

Zuruel later grabbed the jacket that was thrust at him with a falsely gracious smile. “Why, thank you kind sir. I will put this to good use immediately.” Squatting down, Zuruel lowered his trousers from the back slightly and wiped his bare ass with the fancy fabric before tossing it into the garbage towards his left near the dogs. “My, my, I’ve always wanted to wipe myself with fine silk. It’s true what they say. The caress of an angel.” He laughed profusely at Zane while pulling his trousers back up. The gesture may have been appreciated, if not for the fact that Zane was clearly looking down on him. “That pompous buffoon. Look at him stripping down just to show how much better he can handle the heat. Not all of us get six warm meals a day!” The insult was then multiplied by the sight of Zane’s pale skin. Pale. A colour sported by rich nobles that spent all their time indoors and away from the blazing sun. Even in winter, no one paled around this season unless they had never worked outside a day in their life.

“Julia?” Zuruel looked genuinely confused. “Who the hell-” Then he remembered. The ugly chick’s name was probably Julia. Probably. “Ohhhh, that Julia? My apologies kind sir. I have a thing for girls with that name. They remind me of my third wife.” Zuruel’s eyes were like daggers despite his innocent and playful smile carved on his face. Stepping forwards a single innocent step, he raised his right arm and pointed an index finger sharply at the noble with as much animosity as he’d use to wave around a sword. “Pray tell – what business is she of yours? She’s warned me about the flowery nobble constantly pestering her. What are you trying to do? Buy her with money? That’s what slaves and whore houses are for. Go find a Julia in there. This one is mine. Shoo shoo.” Zuruel coldly waved the man away with both hands. As serious as Zane was, Zuruel clearly seemed to be taking all this in jest. “Unless of course... You're willing to pay me for her love.” Zuruel's grin widened and grew more sinister by the second.