Author: Orenji no Oh PM
A documentation of the Orange King's rise from anonymity and the subsequent enactment of his vengeance. Comments and questions are very much appreciated, as I am looking to improve my writing.Rated: Fiction T - English - Sci-Fi/Adventure - Haruyuki A./Silver Crow & Kuroyukihime/Black Lotus - Chapters: 6 - Words: 5,508 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 01-16-13 - Published: 01-08-13 - id: 8888611
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Or at least he tried to, before realising his eyelids were gone. Still groggy, it took him another two seconds to fully process what was actually going on. He had been challenged to a duel in the middle of class, halfway through a nap.
Instinctively, he looked at the challenger's name.
Silver Crow had always wondered why there was no Orange King, even though it was as much of a pure colour as green and purple. He had asked Kuroyukihime once, but even she had no clue, suggesting that perhaps it was simply because there was no orange avatar.
This would be an interesting fight.
Crow looked around for his challenger. It was the 'Thunder and Lightning' stage, thus visibility was limited to the occasional flashes of lightning, which would illuminate the entire field for a few moments before everything was plunged into darkness again. It was also one of the few stages that ignored most of the buildings in the surrounding area, instead replacing certain landmarks with fairly weak rock formations.
It took him a while, but Crow finally managed to spot his opponent. He had been standing atop a rock formation that was supposed to represent the fountain in the school garden, unmoving. A sudden lightning flash outlined his silhouette. He was of average size, not unlike Crow himself. He carried no weapon of any sort, simply standing there with his arms crossed. An aura of power not unlike what Crow felt from the Kings during the second Kings' Summit emanated from him.
Though it was difficult to make out which direction he was facing, it seemed as though his challenger had yet to spot him. Pressing the advantage, Crow ran towards Duke, hoping to use the element of surprise and knock the rock formation out from underneath him, allowing Crow to fill his gauge and observe his opponent from the sky.
Hearing his opponent speak took Crow by surprise, having gotten used to the silence except for the occasional booming thunder in the background. The voice was slightly deep, yet still had the youthful ring of a child to it. Duke couldn't be older than 14.
When the next lightning flash came, Crow realised his opponent was gone.
Darn it, now he had to find him again.
Crow moved around, trying to stay as silent as he could, hoping the thunder would mask his footsteps.
Crow had barely heard the final syllable, before he fell headfirst into a pit. Surprised, Crow landed badly, impacting the bottom face-first and sustaining moderate damage. Cursing himself for the mistake, Crow scrambled to his feet and faced the heavens.
The silver lining to the fall was that the damage filled his special meter enough that he could activate his wings. Doing so, he shot up into the sky as fast as possible, fearing that every moment spent in the hole gave his opponent a chance to strike. Trapped in such a tight space, Crow wouldn't have the room to dodge.
Crow was disappointed. This wasn't a duel. It was a game of hide and seek.
Of course, there was also the issue of how this avatar had managed to challenge him through the school network.
Crow decided it would be easier to search from a higher altitude. Using what was left of his flight time, he flew around in the darkness, covering a greater area than he could have on foot thanks to his flight speed upgrades.
Crow was starting to get slightly impatient. Where could his opponent be?
A third lightning flash revealed that Duke had returned to his spot atop the rock formation, again unmoving like a statue.
Realising that his flight time was running out soon, Crow moved into a dive bomb, counting on the fact that gravity would help to propel him right into his enemy.
"I do not allow my opponents to live pass their third mistake."
Crow was shot apart as projectiles tore through him from behind, leaving only his torso, held aloft by his wings. The pain threatened to overload his senses, but Crow had something to find out.
"Who are you?"
The words had barely left his mouth when a lightning strike hit him, causing him to fall towards the ground.
Crow was knocked unconscious by the fall, and thanks to his avatar's vulnerabilities, only had a mere fraction of health left. When he came to, he heard footsteps slowly approaching. As his opponent squat down, Crow came face to face with Duke for the first time. Etched upon his face was a permanent, fanged half-smile, though it was not the least bit sinister. Instead, it had a strange, inviting feel to it.
Yet the words that Duke spoke made Crow's blood ran cold.
"I am the future Orange King, and I am here to erase the Black King and take his legion."
He didn't had any time to react before his opponent snapped his neck.