[In Progress] And so it's come to this.

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Who: Sora and Anti-Sora
When: A short while after Sora finds out what Anti did to Ichigo.
Where: Somewhere in side the forest.
What: Sora feels that Ichigo's death is his fault since Anti is his heartless. So to keep it from happening Sora's going to get rid of Anti. ((OOC: He's not really thinking about the whole oh yeah they can come back bit))

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He watched Sora carefully and merely remained calm. Even as he could smell the blood and how it teased him, even as he watched Sora go into the defense position he felt nothing. When he had been merged with Sora he could remember that his Heart would sometimes feel smug, or worried. Anti also knew that his father sometimes felt amused or annoyed in battle (against his heart or in general). But Anti-Sora couldn't really feel amusement or smugness at anything his Heart did in their fight. He couldn't really feel anything of course but he did remember the emotions Sora felt. But while Anti-Sora couldn't feel emotions of the heart or mind, he did feel emotions of the body.

Anti-Sora knew hunger. After peace-week he was well acquainted with it in fact. Anti-Sora also knew what it was like to be sated. Although his knowledge of being sated was in brief instances.

Heartless only ever truly knew eternal hunger of the few things they truly felt. Few knew that Heartless felt eternal darkness. But Anti-Sora was a heartless. Such things were his life.

He knew all about Heartless even though he was an anomaly among his own kind. He knew that they were creatures of the dark consumption. He knew that they feasted on hearts. Feasting on the hearts of others gave any heartless the fleeting.... knowledge of what it was like to love, to laugh, to be happy.

It was why Heartless always consumed. Even so quickly after eating a heart they would go to feast again. To know the brief instances of happiness and light was addicting to the darkness. A Heartless could not feel such light alone. It was why they were drawn to it. You always wanted what you yourself did not have. Devouring the hearts of those that could feel sated a Heartless.

And for Anti-Sora, only Sora's heart would ever truly sate Anti-Sora's eternal hunger for eternity.

Either being merged with it or consuming it.

So when he saw his heart prepare for an attack, Anti-Sora did just that. He attacked. As a predator you fought one of three ways. You caught your prey unaware and devoured. You fought your prey head on and won. Or you fought your prey head on and lost. Anti-Sora would fight his prey, his Heart, head on. The answer on who would win.... he did not know. He only knew that he wanted Sora's Heart. As he ran at Sora - faster than him, crueler than him - as he ran he once again portal'd to the side of him. Keyblade striking down towards Sora.

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Sora's eyes narrowed as he saw his heartless rush at him. He could barely track the dark creatures movements. No doubt the many shadows cast by the trees against the light helped his other and hindered Sora. He blocked the strike with his right arm; he didn't have time to raise his left to strike with the second keyblade. A searing pain ran down his arm from the deep scratch that Anti had given him earlier in the fight and his arm buckled. He grunted as he felt his back hit the forest floor and he cursed.

Sora couldn't know Anti's thoughts but he could and did know that being downed by a Heartless was by no means safe, and here in this world there was no Donald or Goofy to save him. He hadn't told anyone here what he was doing or where he was going so if he died here presumably no one would know. The thought had Sora's mind racing, in a split second he tucked his knees up to his chest and kicked meaning to push Anti off and away from him with a swift kick to the chest.

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When Sora went down onto the ground, Anti-Sora's predator mind went into full attack. He wasted no time before pouncing on him. Claws ready to dig in and feast. He wouldn't use his keyblade - Sora's keyblade for this. This would be done purely as a heartless. His claws made to slam down through Sora's chest. His claws were just digging into Sora's skin. He could smell his blood. He could smell his sweat. He could smell his fear. All of it was a delicious aroma to the meal he had longed for. He could feel the pound-bang-pounding of Sora's heart. It was there for him to take, for him to consume. He would feel ultimate love and joy once more in it's purest form. It was there, beneath his claws. He sunk his claw deeper. He could hear the sound of cloth shredding and skin tearing. Skin that got in the way of what he most desired.

Before he could get anymore than the tips of his claws in, Sora sent him flying. His back slammed into a tree, a loud crack filling the air. He rolled onto the forest floor and hissed in pain. So close. He had been so close! He had had Sora's heart nearly in his grasp. He growled low and long before licking his claw covered in Sora's blood. It was a sweet appetizer to the most amazing meal he would ever consume. a long grin appeared on his bloody lips as he felt the crimson liquid run down his throat. If he could not be merged to Sora. Sora would be merged to him.

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Wasting no time, Sora spun himself so he was back on his feet. He let one of his keyblades drop as his hand shot to his chest where his shirt was ripped and blood was already flowing down. He panted, wincing through the searing pain as Anti's claws had been literally ripped out of him. He brought his hand away and stared at the crimson red blood. He dropped his guard for that precious second that would no doubt cost him.

The red of his blood was so bright even in the dim forest lighting. He'd never gotten that close to having his heart ripped out by a heartless and a small, very small, part of him was proud of Anti for having come that close to besting him. Anti was after all Sora's heartless. His gaze shot away from his hand and back up towards Anti even as he brought the second keyblade back into existance. Fighting the heartless with anything less was a death wish.

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The smell of Sora's blood was heady to Anti-Sora. And while he saw his heart summon another keyblade he put Oblivion back in his mouth before running at Sora as fast as he could on all fours. Sora's arm and chest were injured. And while Anti's spine screamed in pain while he moved, he had continued fighting monsters for his meal. Every day he fought and hunted. He continued to run on all fours. Unaware he was slower from the pain in his spine. He took the keyblade and swiped at Sora's feet.

He could smell the blood. The sweet scent that ran through Sora's veins. He wanted the organ that pumped that blood. He wanted that more than he cared about anything else. Now that he was here, fighting against Sora, fighting for his life, he refused to behave. He refused to play fair. You didn't play fair when your life was in danger. Sora's life was in danger. As was his own. If Sora won then Anti-Sora would merely be dead and his Heart could go on fighting heartless and protecting the worlds from the darkness. If Anti-Sora won... his eyes narrowed and he suddenly followed up his swipe at Sora's feet with a jump trying to move his claw back into Sora's chest.

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Sora steeled himself as Anti ran towards him. As the heartless clawed at Anti's feet Sora jumped away keeping his keyblades close to his chest in case his heartless decided to try and go for him again.

There was no way Sora was going to let Anti win. He was the Keyblade Master and regardless if this was his own heartless or not he wasn't going to let Anti get the better of him. When Anti's arm reached out to dissect Sora, the brunette swung his right hand and blocked Anti's arm. The pain screamed through the limb but Sora pushed the pain back as he plunged the second keyblade straight towards Anti's chest where the creatures heart should have been.

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He felt pain. If there was anything that could hurt a heartless, it was a keyblade. He felt it tear through him and he dropped Oblivion. The keyblade disappeared before it touched the ground. And Anti-Sora gazed wide-eyed at the blade and he slowly closed his eyes. It was meant to be like this. This was the order of the world. Sora was meant to destroy the darkness. He hissed as he moved and shifted, even whimpering as pain continued to spread throughout his body.

Anti-Sora reached out with his claw and touched Sora's arm. The blood on his claws smeared on his Heart's skin. A long hiss escaped his lips and he looked up at Sora. Locking eyes glowing yellow to endless blue. He moved his claw again, shaking and he had to pause as the lance of pain seemed to take control. But he moved his claws and touched Sora's cheek. His heart was warm. The light was always warm. The darkness eternally cold. In Sora he had known warmth. In Sora he had known such beautiful emotions. Sora had won.

He was supposed to win.

Anti pulled his claw away and then gripped the shaft of the keyblade. He bowed his head and closed his eyes.

"Ssssooraa...."

The heartless' body seemed to unravel. Like a string off a spool, hundreds of strands of darkness just fell off of him and seeped into the ground. And then he was gone. There wasn't any blood on the keyblade. After all, a heartless did not have blood to bleed with. It was like there hadn't been anything there. No evidence of a battle except on Sora's body. It would be the only testament to their battle. The only proof. It was as it should be. The light defeating the darkness. The heartless had been defeated by his heart. Sora was not the keyblade master for nothing. Anti-Sora knew this. He had... expected it even.

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Sora watched as Anti started to fade away into oblivion. His sea blue eyes seemed darker than usual as the emotions Sora was feeling were anything short of joy. His heart ached as if it new a part of him was disappearing. He didn't reach out to touch Anti though he longed too if only to somehow comfort the heartless that where ever he was going everything would somehow be okay.

"I'm sorry." Sora said even as he felt a tear travel down his cheek for what should have been no apparent reason. The truth was, Sora didn't want to have had to do what he did. He wished things had turned out differently but in the end Anti was what he always was--a heartless. It was in his nature to feed on the innocent hearts of the people, and those whose hearts shined brightest would always be targets for them. Sora did the right thing, but he felt horrible for it.

As the last bits of Anti floated away, Sora closed his eyes and tilted his head up towards the sky. His right arm was aching horrible as well as the puncture wounds around his chest, yet Sora didn't bother to heal himself. He wanted to feel this pain. If only in his own selfish way, he wanted to feel the slightest echo of what Anti may have felt in that moment.