He was always at the little reunions and gatherings that were organized, so I've seen him around quite often. But the funny thing is, standing there opposite him that night, it seemed as though we haven't met for ages.

He had the ultimate offensive strategy and technique. It was a method known as the light-step. By not moving the eyes off your opponent, nor head as you move forward, your opponent will be fooled to think that you haven't moved, yet before he realized it, he can be right in front of you and in range for attack.

My defensive strategy and technique on the other hand, was unbeaten as well. I called it the wind-step, because I would hang in the air delivering the attack. Making use of immense rotation of the hips, I could jump sideways while delivering a pin-point kick while the opponent is making an attack.

I'm not sure why he decided to join Si and me for fight night, but I know why all those years ago I longed for a match so much with him, yet dreaded it at the same time.

After so many years, we still knew each other's trademark moves and habits. Being on the same team and watching each other's matches so often helped, I guess. Yet we never had a match after the first one.

The wind was calm.

I focused on his torso. It was something I started doing once I figured out how the light-step worked, so many years back. By watching his torso I had peripheral vision of his limbs, so I could react faster. But most importantly, I would not be deceived by his eyes and head and fall into his trap.

This however, made me more prone to feints, which he was aiming for, so that I would execute the wind-step and he would be able to do a reversal.

Then I remembered why I dreaded this match so much.

Back then, it was always us versus them. A battle for pride, fight for survival. But when it came to friends, I couldn't commit for the longest time.

When I began to realize who I became in order to overcome my opponents, and worse still, that he was uncontrollable, and saw everyone as opponents, every person as a stepping stone to overcome; I became scared.

I'd like to believe that my own inferiority complexes were not that extreme, that somewhere along the line, when it mixed with the desire to fight, it turned into a deep hatred, and the bright red aura that I once had turned into a blood red one.

Fire is a powerful driving force. It can motivate you to do things you would never imagine if you can contain and divert its energy. But for some people, it grows, and grows, until its so strong that it blinds you, and consumes you, and soon, it will control you, instead of you control it.

Nowadays, I wish that I would find another part of me that was just as strong in that aspect. But I still haven't yet. When I feel similar auras to that which I once had from friends, despite them having weaker ones; I dare not commit to the competition.

I will not bear such negative thoughts to my friends, I will not become that person again. One who has no loyalties, one who reads and manipulates every person to his own liking.

I look at those whom are able to use it with envy. If I had never let mine get out of control in the past, perhaps I would be able to enjoy that feeling too.



So our fight for the night was concluded. In the past, if I were the person I was, I would have beaten him, like I did so many years ago. But now, I can no longer be that person.

I haven't sealed him away anymore, but I don't let him come out. I wish that I could control him, to make use of his strength, but its just not possible.

He is the complete opposite of control, afterall.








Reu says:
I don't expect you to grasp this now
Reu says:
because you need to think how you think to work like how you work
Reu says:
that's why I like your spirit ^_^
eighteen seconds before sunrise says:
fuck
eighteen seconds before sunrise says:
i dun tink how i tink





Case point one. Case point two, the nerd princess.

Unblinded now, I know who I am and what I want to do, instead of be pulled along or driven by his desire, his anger, listless and without a clue.