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+ Angel Hunt ~ Streifen +
Future Effects
Twenty Years into the future a new game begins...
A story collaboration between Angel Hunt and Streifen
Chapter One : Part Four
[ The Task ]
The childlike face quickly changes from a pout to a forced saccharin smile when his Other spins into view wearing a black pleated skirt identical to his white one. His stupid Other always copied him. Solid, iridescent, baby blue eyes narrow and focus on Hesue’s gripped hand. He immediately sniffs the air and scowls. Is that all he wanted him here for? To rub in his face that his stupid favorite and his stupid favorite’s toy were still alive? The whole planet was stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
It only takes Hesue a second to come fully into form before a wide grin sweeps across his lips and he launches forward, wrapping his arms around his white haired counterpart.
“Other !!” he giggles as they immediately topple back into the grass beneath them. With a loud thump, the pair land hard.
Io scowls up into the highly amused face of the black haired Demi God, who had already begun pulling back to sit up without removing himself from Io’s body. Hesue laughs at his Other’s expression, shaking unruly black hair from his eyes. His features quickly twist into a pout and he folds his arms across his small chest, his tone a mock hurt,
“Where have you been you stupid Other? I’ve been looking all over”
Io’s expression returns to an annoyed pout as he brushes the dead grass of his pristine white skirt.
“Far away from you, dummy, and this dumb planet. Why are we here again anyway?”
Hesue forces his closed fist in his Other’s direction with a large grin. The white haired Demi God crosses his arms and snubs him.
“You brought me all the way back here just to rub in my face that your stupid favorite is still alive, didn’t you? Well… mine is too, you know. I just checked in on him before coming here.”
Hesue frowns, opening his fist and allowing the hair to float down in between them. He reaches out and grabs both sides of his Other’s face and yanks his head back, meeting the extremely annoyed look with his own, “Don’t be stupid! I don’t care about your stupidnowherenearasgreatand wonderfulandbeautifulmasterfulaswellasamazing Imightaddasmyownfavoritetoy favorite toy dummy… who is, by the way, totally stupid and nowhere as great as my own…” The black haired God stops, taking time to squish Io’s cheeks together, the annoyance draining from solid eyes, replaced quickly with amusement as he spends a few moments making his white haired counterpart’s lips pucker like a fish.
Io reaches up, punching the raven haired Demi God hard in the side of the head and Hesue yelps as he falls away from the white haired creature, landing to Io’s side hard. Hesue’s head whips up and he throwing his arm out and points at his Other, “HEY!!” just as quickly as his hand flew out, he pulls it back and begins rubbing the side of his head with an over exaggerated sound of pain, “Whaddit you do that for you meanie?!” he groans, scowling quickly as Io bursts out into laughter.
The demi God pulls his hand from his head and rising rather abruptly to his feet, crossing his arms over his chest and turning away in a huff as his Other continues to laugh beneath him.
“Fine!” he pouts, refusing to look back and keeping his nose high in the air in the snootiest fashion he can render, “I guess you don’t want to know about my wonderful new game. You’re so stupid you’d probably lose it anyway…” He snorts as Io’s laughter stops, knowing his Other would never pass up the opportunity of entertainment.
Io’s eyes narrow again. It was a trick, he knew it, it had to be. But still… what if it wasn’t? Why give up an opportunity to beat his stupid Other into the ground? He thinks on it for a moment before hopping up to his feet and grabs the discarded strands of hair from the ground. Staring at them for a moment, he twirls them in his fingers.
“So what’s this game I’m gonna beat your butt in, hm?”
With his head still turned away and nose still in the air, Hesue smiles internally. He knew his Other would bite (he would too when it comes down to it, it’s how the last few games began. He couldn’t help it; the desire to win was just too temping for them) he lets the silence stretch for a few minutes, not answering and keeping the indignant look plastered on his face even when Io’s near matching opposite colored loafers start tapping behind him with impatience. He was going to make him wait now - to hear the brilliance of his new game, it’s what his Other gets for leaving him alone and for punching him in the side of the head and above all others, it’s what he gets for copying his clothing (his Other always copied him)
“Maybe I don’t want to tell you anymore…” Hesue lies, trying hard to keep his place because he really did want to tell him, it was just too great not to be said. Io scowls and pulls his hands up to his little hips and really begins tapping loudly with his foot. Hesue doesn’t budge, he merely sticks his nose farther into the air, “maybe if you beg me-” with that a small yelp leaves him as Io reaches out and wraps his small arms around his black haired counterpart’s neck, pulling him down and locking him into a headlock.
“HEY NO FAIR!” Hesue struggles, “OWWWWWW stop itttttttt!” he whines as small knuckles are brought up and rubbed hard against his head. “Okay fine!” he gives up, his words stilling Io’s hand and pulling loud laughter from his lips.
“Now what is it?” Io demands without letting his counterpart go, Hesue scowls, eyes moving up as he lets his arms drop, just hanging in the grip of his Other.
“So you know how our toys sort of got away from us right?” an annoyed look flashes over Io’s face and he nods, “especially yours” Hesue adds with a sly smile, yelling out when he hits the grass beneath them as he’s dropped suddenly from the white haired demi God’s grip. He whips his head up and throws his hand out, “STOP DOING THAT OR I WON’T TELL YOU MY GAME YOU STUPID OTHER!!”
He pulls himself to a sitting position, crossing his legs and arms in front of him, turning his head away and pointing his nose in the air once again, falling completely silent.
Io stares at his Other for a moment before sighing loudly and sitting down in front of Hesue, mimicking the stance by crossing his own legs in front of his own body. The white haired creature reaches out and pulls Hesue’s face towards him, touching foreheads as he leans forward. “Tell me the game already you dummy so I can get on with kicking your butt in it” he grins, solid baby blue orbs staring into solid cobalt. Twin shines of iridescence snakes across both surfaces for a few moments before a wide grin sweeps across Hesue’s lips, his arms unfolding and little hands reaching up to grasp onto chunks of white hair, holding them in place, “okay you know how I sort of cheated before with my toys right?” Io’s smile fades and he scowls again, pulling a small fit of pleased laughter from the raven haired creature’s lips, “anyway, I know you’ve been trying to get rid of my favorite since then.” A look of complete and total false shock moves over the white haired demi God’s face, as if the very suggestion was an affront to everything that he is. Hesue smirks, “come on Other, I’m not an idiot. I know what you’ve done to him and I know that time and time again, no matter how much you try, he keeps pulling through. He’s my favorite for a reason, stupid… anyway, cause you’ve been trying, you have to know how stubborn a creature he is right?” reluctantly Io nods, “yeah but see he’s too stubborn, he’s stubborn to me too and won’t play with me any more than he’ll play with you.” Hesue frowns, his voice taking on an over exaggerate forlorn tone, “I made him and he won’t do what I ask him to, it’s just so terrible” he sighs and continues, “well I know how to get him to play with me again.” He smiles, knowing his Other’s curiosity is really piqued.
“You know how he has those special toys right? That one that used to be one of yours and that other one. I just saw them again, and he’s still keeping it close just like he did the last time we were there. I don’t like it anymore than you like the fact that he’s using your daughter for leverage because he’s not doing what I made him for and it’s annoying and stupid. And yes, I also know that as much as you don’t like my favorite, you do like the fact that he won’t listen to me but I bet you anything that I can get him to do what I want, I bet you that I can get my favorite to become what I always intended him to be!”
Hesue beams into his Other’s face, only to be met with a mildly confused and not so impressed look in return. “I don’t get it.” Io says flatly. The black haired creature rolls his eyes and sighs heavily in impatience, annoyed that after all that his stupid Other didn’t understand the shear brilliance of his game. He lets white locks go and pulls back, reaching down to grab the ginger and white strands of hair from Io’s hand and slides them up, shoving them forward into his counterpart’s face. “He really loves his special toys right? He won’t play with me, but he’d do anything to protect them, you found that out a while ago remember?” Io scowls when the flash of being stabbed all those years ago rises to the surface of his mind. “Right see? He’d do anything for them. But I bet you that when it comes down to it, his true purpose is ingrained stronger than those stupid emotions he plays at having. He’s still a killing machine. Whether he likes it or not, it’s why I made him, it’s why we made all of our toys isn’t it?”
Io shakes his head, “But you know how that one is… no matter what anyone does to it, it’s a silly thing and doesn’t like to kill at all and it seems like it’s kept your stupid favorite pretty tame you know” which will actually work to his advantage now that he thinks about it.
“That doesn’t matter,” Hesue continues uninterrupted, “I know he will go back to what I made him for if given the right push. So I want to make something that will give him that push, something that his special toy won’t even be able to stop, get it?” He grins wide at the sheer amazing brilliance of his plan.
Io was liking where this was going, glancing at the hairs he smiles “Fine, but to make it fair, we’ll create a new kind of toy from them.” He smirks as Hesue frowns. “I bet you anything your favorite has become weak.” Oh, he knows he’s going to win this one. The white-haired Demi-God gets up and dances around his Other. “Weak, weak, weak, weak… He won’t kill it, his special toy won’t let him. If anything, I bet he’ll become weaker!”
He giggles at his Other’s annoyed expression. “It won’t matter what it’s made of, cause I know he’ll still kill it and I know I’ll still win!” Hesue scowls, pulling more childish laughter from his counterpart.
Io stops and turns with a wide grin. “Ok, let’s do it and to make it even more challenging, let’s make it a child” He trails and stands lost in thought for a moment. “We’re gonna need more than just hair, though. A feather might do, but how would we get that without them knowing? As soon as either of us touches your favorite’s special toy, he’s going to know and I’m not losing my daughter again just for your stupid game… that I’m going to win.” Oh, yes, this will be a landslide victory.
Hesue stares up at his Other, pulling his fingers up to his mouth and supporting one arm with the other as a thoughtful look moves quickly over his face. Suddenly, as if a light bulb went off in his brain, his face lights up and he pulls his fingers away, grinning as he pulls himself to his feet. “I got it!”
The child like God turns, solid cobalt orbs flicking to the vast field they were sitting in, his mouth never moving but voice booming so loud it stirs up a flock of birds in the distance.
[ DAUGHTER! ]