The battle was supposed to be easy. It was supposed to be so simple to beat these two, who call themselves Lifeless. They heard about the rumored Zero pair, the ones that could feel nothing, physically, at least. It was a spell battle, between Zero, Youji and Natsuo, and Lifeless, Akira and Kouta. Anyone would think that the Zeros would win. Anyone… even Lifeless themselves half-expected it. So why….
"NATSUO!" the sacrifice yelled. Youji staggered forward, gasping for breath, reaching out for his fighter. The marooned hair boy fell forward and hit the ground with a thud. Akira, the fighter of the pair, stepped back from the damaged he caused, flipping his navy blue hair back over his shoulder, laughing manically. Kouta, the sacrifice, heaved a sigh of relief, but was confused to why the fighter had fallen as to the sacrifice. The one with the mint-colored hair looked weaker anyway, he thought scornfully.
Youji held Natsuo in his arms and shook him, trying to wake him up, calling out his name, and even pinching his cheek once, desperately trying to awaken his fallen partner. "Natsuo, no… what happened…" Youji violently glared at Lifeless, especially the blue haired one. "What happened?!"
"My spell had a better effect than I thought… either that, or Zero is weaker than we thought, right Kouta?" he turned to his sacrifice.
"Right, I see, but what did you do, exactly?" Kouta titled his head to one side, his brown hair getting into his eyes.
"It was a spell, as you know, but it doesn't affect the body of the victim, so the pain isn't transferred to the sacrifice. It quietly shuts down the soul and, if used to the best of its ability, can leave the body nothing but an empty shell. Luckily for you," Akira said, turning back to the two boys, "I went easy on you. At best, he'll just be in a coma."
"Akira! That's going too far! I know the other times it was necessary, but these are just kids!" called out Kouta. The fighter narrowed his eyes, still smiling, and said, "If we didn't kill them, then it would've been us. We're done here, let's go." Akira walked away, grabbing Kouta by the hand and pulling him away with him. The Zeros were alone.
"Natsuo, please, don't do this." Youji cradled the unconscious Natsuo in his arms. The latter's breathing was getting more and more shallow. Dammit, Youji thought, I need help, I need- , he stopped himself, shaking his head. He had to sallow his pride. He gently laid Natsuo on the ground and got out his cell phone.
Ring ring, ring ring –"Hello?"
"Soubi!" Youji choked on his own words.
Sensing the distressing his voice, Soubi voiced his concern.
"Soubi, please, come over to the park. Natsuo, he…" he couldn't continue.
It took them a few minutes to drive over to the specified place, but a few minutes that Natsuo couldn't afford. His breathing was getting more labored and shallower. When Soubi finally got there, the marooned-haired boy was ghostly pale and Youji ran over to him.
"Help him! We have to get him back home." Youji begged, tugging at the blonde's shirt.
Soubi nodded and went over to him and lifted Natsuo up into his arms. Soubi, although he didn't show it, was startled about how cold Natsuo was. They walked over to the car, and Soubi laid Natsuo in the back, and Youji sat in the passenger seat. They drove in silence the whole way home.