❝ 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝. ❞

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"You."

The cold tone will send shivers to anyone who hears it, but not Orter. He glances back at the crimson cane, who is glaring sharply at Innocent Zero's second child.

(Name) steps ahead, her hands clench into fists as Famin tilts his head to the side. "Hm?" He hums, his index finger tapping his lower lip. "I think I've seen your face somewhere. Have we met before?"

She raises an eyebrow as she relaxes her fists. Taking a deep breath, she shakes her head. "I don't think we have," she replies sternly. "Because if we did, you wouldn't be alive right now."

Famin whistles as he grins slyly. "You're a fierce one," he says nonchalantly. "Hum... your face is really familiar, you know..." he mumbles, but then shrugs before turning to the desert cane. "You. I want your glasses."

Orter hums as he pushes his glasses back to the bridge of his nose. "You can't have them. I need them to see-"

He cuts himself off when he is tackled to the ground. A card flies right at the place he previously stood, and he swears if the card hits him, his glasses would've fallen down.

(Name) uses her arms to hold her weight, which are placed on both sides of Orter's waist. She looks back at Famin with narrowed eyes as the desert cane uses his elbow to lift himself up.

"Just give me what I want," Famin says demandingly. (Name) frowns and glares at him, which doesn't go unnoticed by him, and he seems amused by that fact.

Orter places his hand on (name)'s back as he sits up properly so that she won't fall when he lifts himself up. The crimson cane removes herself off him and stands up, her wand in her hand.

"Orter," she mutters, her eyes lock on the second brother. "Leave him to me." The desert cane raises an eyebrow. "I want to beat him." Orter stays silent, as if he's thinking.

Slowly, he lets out a sigh and stands up. "Fine, finish your business with him." He closes his eyes. "But when I think you're getting exhausted or anything, I'm going to step in."

(Name) widens her eyes slightly as she confirms that Ryoh has told him something. She nods her head, not bothering to look at the desert cane who steps back to lean against the wall and observe.

The (eye colour) eyes glare at Famin's purple ones as she steps forward, her hand tightening the grip on the wand. He tilts his head to the side as he scrunches his forehead.

"I can't remember where I saw that face..." he murmurs. "Are you sure we didn't meet anywhere-" He jumps out of the way just as multiple red balls are sent to him.

"Shut up." Blood escapes her palm, forming more red balls. "I hate every word you say, every breath you take, and every second you exist." She glares daggers at him as she sends more of her blood.

Famin's hands move in certain movements that match a pantomime, and (name)'s blood bullets are deflected. Her eyebrows furrow as she casts another spell.

"Blood..." she mutters as the cut on her palm becomes wider, and more red liquid escapes her skin. "...needles!"

The blood shapeshifts into red needles. (Name) spreads her hand forward, and the needles come at Famin at an amazing speed.

He bores his eyes at her. "I just made a barrier in front of me. Are you really gonna attack me with the same thing?" He mutters.

However, just before the needles reach him, (name) lifts her hand, and with her command, those red needles fly upwards. She takes her hand down, the needles fly down and hit Famin right on.

As those needles pierce his skin, he stares at the front with wide eyes. (Name) clenches her fist and those needles fly out of his skin before they impale on him again, and it repeats for a while before they finally stop.

Famin is on his knees, all bloody. Shadow covers his eyes as (name) shifts her hand, the needles gather close before they shapeshift into a large spear.

Taking a hold on it, (name) lowers her gaze. "I wonder how you managed to kill my brother..." she whispers, only audible to both her and her opponent.

She walks closer to him until it only leaves a foot distance between them. "Is this all you've got?" She narrows her eyes. She never lowers her guard, as Cell War said, his unpredictability is what makes Famin dangerous. "I honestly expected more-"

"I remember."

She frowns at his words. "...what?"

"I remember." Suddenly, he raises his head with a wide grin on his face, startling her. She takes a step back, but his hands grab her shoulders, stopping her from doing so.

"What do you think you're-" he cuts her off once again by pulling her close, and much to her dismay, he looks delighted.

She just wants to wipe that grin off his ugly face.

"I know you look familiar!" He exclaims excitedly. "You're so pretty that my heart starts beating fast again."

(Name) narrows her eyes at him as she releases herself from his grip. "What the hell are you talking about?" She mutters coldly.

"Where did I put it..." oh how dare he ignore her. Famin runs his hand through his body until he finds the item he's searching for. "Oh! Here it is."

(Name)'s heart dropped.

Famin takes out a very familiar locket that she has never thought she would get the chance to see again.

Fabian's locket.

That locket, an identical one with hers that has the red gem, but the one in his hand is replaced by a round capsule. Famin opens the capsule to reveal a photograph of (name), Fabian and Flynn, back when they were just a happy family.

The grin is back again. "No wonder I feel the same when I see you..." Famin caresses the small picture creepily. "Ah... what did Doom call it again?" He tilts his head to the side, but his eyes glue on the pendant before averting them to the older (name) in front of him.

He grins dreamily as he steps closer to her, his eyes glue on her beautiful face. "Oh, I remember..." he whispers, eerily gentle. "Love."

Just as the supposed-to-be beautiful word escapes his lips, which makes it sound so disgusting, an arrow flies to him at an unbelievable pace. He manages to dodge it in time before the sharp end pierces into his eye, but resulting in him getting a cut on his ear.

The spear is gone, and it is replaced by multiple red arrows. "Wipe that stupid grin on your face," (name) readies another arrow. "Or I'll cut your mouth off your disgusting face."

Famin's lips make another mad grin as he caresses the locket again. "How can I stop grinning happily? I can finally have you for myself," he cooes.

"Don't touch it with those dirty hands of yours!" (Name) hisses as she sends a couple of arrows at him, only to be dodged again.

The purple eyed male chuckles mischievously, his hand lifting up the precious item to his face. "You want it? I can give it to you," his eyes crescent. "Only if you agree to be mine."

"Not a chance," she says with venom. "I'd rather die."

"Too bad, I'd prefer you alive." He shrugs. Suddenly, a pair of shackles lock (name)'s ankles, earning a whispered gasp from her lips as she lifts her wand in wary. The same shackles lock Famin's ankles, leaving both of them unable to move from that spot. "But if you want to play, I'm more than pleased to play with you."

That crazy smile again. (Name) hates it.

"I've had enough of your game."

"What a coincidence, your brother said those words too."

That's it.

"Summon..." she cuts her palm once again as more blood escapes her pale skin. The blood approaches her wand before circling it at a high speed until the red liquid mixes with the wand.

Her once black wand turns red, as crimson as her blood. It enlarges and shifts its shape into a longer wand, the upper end of the wand has a hole that is fitted by a ruby gem.

"...Phanes, God of Life!"