Would you like cake or DEATH? [complete]

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Characters: Rolo and Dahlia. Sync came too.
Content: After Iris informs Dahlia that someone was looking for her, she puts two and two together and decides it's time to take Rolo out. Rolo disagrees. They both agree to disagree rather violently, but as Dahlia leaves, she bumps into Sync. CUE SUSPICION TIEM. Sync then goes to get Rolo's side of the

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Rolo was too distracted with the task of actually trying to bandage his shoulder without help, so he hardly noticed when Sync smacked him on the back of the head, almost making Rolo drop the damn thing.

"What the -?!"

And Rolo could only stare in disbelief as Sync took the bandages from him, starting to dress the wound himself. What? Was Sync trying to act nice to get information from him or... for a moment, Rolo wondered if Melissa had gone into his room and poisoned the bandages.

... OK, that was stupid, but it didn't matter, since Sync got the job done rather well in a manner of seconds. Rolo was resisting the urge to rip them off.

"I don't know. She attacked me first, as you can see." Rolo jerked himself away from Sync, gesturing to the bandages he just put on.

"Sync, if it was an accident, I would have taken her to the infirmary by now. I have some decency, you know." He paused, giving his shoulder a frown before looking at Sync again. No, he was sure that no one went into his room. He always kept it locked...

"Thanks, but I don't know why she did it. Ask her, because I'd really like to know." Rolo did know, but he wasn't about to tell Sync that. Better to let Sync think she was just crazy than actually making a calculated effort to kill him.

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Sync merely ‘hmph’ed when Rolo jerked himself away from him, letting his arms fall to his sides while he listened to the latter speak. He refused to believe that he knew absolutely nothing about why that woman tried to attack him, but he wasn't going to go about taking his advice.

If her demeanor really was nothing more than a carefully plotted ruse then the last thing he needed was to worry about two people trying to gut him on this ship.

"Anyway, whatever the case is, I can only assume you're smart enough to stay away from her," Sync finally answered back after a moment's thought. He really had no desire to know of the redhead’s intentions as long as she stayed the hell away from him.

"If anyone's going to get rid of you it's going to be me."

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Rolo couldn't believe this. Sync was telling him to stay away from Melissa so that he would have the pleasure of offing Rolo himself. For some strange reason, Rolo wondered if this worked out in his favor.

Of course not! He really did have two people trying to kill him, but at least Rolo seemed to have given Sync the impression that Melissa was more than happy to give him the same treatment she had just given Rolo if he crossed paths with her. At least he didn't have to worry about a coordinated effort.

"Or I could avoid the both of you and you both can stop trying to kill me." That sounded like a fine idea, but hardly likely. He began to understand just a bit why Sync had helped him dress his wound: Sync didn't want Rolo to die of infection from a wound inflicted by someone else.

How sweet.

"Are you done? I need to clean this up."

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"Haha, like that'll happen. I'll just have to off you first before she gets the chance." Which would've been now if it weren't for the fact that Rolo seemed to be physically drained from his encounter with that strange woman. From the moment he stepped into the room Sync hadn't seen the other teen jump about the space, which meant that Rolo was either saving his ability for when he had his back turned or he already used it up when he was fighting the redhead.

One would think that Sync was dirty enough to end it then and there, but victory always tasted the sweetest when it was rightfully earned.

He was going to snap the latter's neck before he would ever have the chance to use that strange teleporting ability of his, and he'd do so when he was sure the latter was at full power.

Sync chuckled at Rolo's oh so subtle command, backing off a few feet before he spoke for the final time.

"Sure, let's go with that. Just make sure you close the door this time." He waited until he was at the doorframe before he spun at his heels and walked right out.

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"Oh, I will." Rolo had to, because he was going to need every barrier between him and Sync after the stunt he planned to pull. Rolo was not going to just let Sync walk away unscathed after he had to put up with all of this.

He waited just a moment, and with a sudden, final burst of energy Rolo ran out, his eye casting that familiar red sphere over Sync's form. With the teen frozen in place, Rolo raised his leg...

... and swiftly kicked Sync right in the lower back, timing the hit just as the red glow faded from his eye. As soon as he heard Sync hit the ground, Rolo bolted back into his room, almost skidding as he grabbed the handle and slammed the door shut, locking it.

"HAH!" Childish, but Rolo reveled in his extremely small victory.

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SON OF A-

"BITCH!" Sync practically shrieked when his body collided with the floor with a loud FWUMP!, looking over his shoulder just as Rolo slammed the door and locked it.

To hell with keeping his cool! Sync scrambled to his feet and ran at the door, lifting his foot and stomping his boot hard against the surface. He repeated this a few times before he finally stepped back, glaring daggers at the door before he stomped off.

Rolo may have gotten the last laugh tonight, but he was going pay in due time.