Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Le Maree Della Guerra (The Tides of War) ❯ Merciless Orca King ( Chapter 9 )

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By: MellyN

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Le Maree Della Guerra

(The Tides of War)

Movement 9: Merciless Orca King

By: Revamp

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The orca ripped off a piece of flesh from his victim, the sickening sound of muscles ripping hung in the cephalopod's ears, causing him to cringe a little as he watched the cruel man munch on it. Isatsu tore off another piece of flesh, offering it to him. Red eyes glared down at the hunk of tissue, soaked in blood.

“Want it?” Isatsu asked in some attempt to be morbidly hospitable.

“Gross,” Doku wrinkled his nose.

“Are you sure you don't want it?” The orca tried to offer it to him again. Doku shouldn't act so prissy about the little piece of flesh; it wasn't like he didn't eat things in the sea either. He was definitely not an herbivore, not with all of those sharp teeth.

“Watching you eat anyone is disgusting,” the octopus didn't want anything to do with that terrible king and his food source. Not to mention, he looked unattractive eating something like that. There was blood everywhere. Did he have no manners at all?

“I like my food raw,” the orca smiled with blood dribbling down his mouth. It stuck out like a sore thumb against his pure white skin.

“How uncivilized,” Doku was unimpressed. “Are you done being cannibalistic?” Honestly, he was sick of seeing the orca stuff his face full of flesh. When he thought about it, he didn't know why he was still around this asshole.

“It's not another orca, just a Jack Knife Fish.” Just then, his smile stretched, revealing those hellish teeth, coated in viscera. “I'm going to decimate you.”

“Let's go then,” Doku tensed up, ready to continue their fight. “Show me what you've got.”

There was no way that he was going to get out of this without a scratch, so he knew he might as well just let Isatsu have his way. He wasn't going to get away with not giving the sadistic king what he wanted so badly.

Isatsu extended his fingernails once more and pointed them at his adversary. He called out the words Phantom Spiral and summoned a spiraling beam that consisted of a white, phantom-like energy.

The octopus dodged out of the way, barely escaping the attack as it rushed by him and destroyed a nearby coral formation. Stumbling to his feet, he glanced over his shoulder. “Your magic is strong,” Doku complimented him before summoning his Seaside Buster, a powerful energy canon comprised of a sky blue beam of energy.

“Ricochet,” Isatsu was quick to counter it with an invisible force field that deflected it back at its creator.

Doku dodged out of the way again, jumping to the side. The octopus turned and charged at his opponent. Isatsu thrusted his hand forward in an attempt to stab him. However, his claws passed right through the image as it became transparent and faded away.

“An illusion,” the orca said in displeasure.

He didn't have much time to react before Doku axe handled him, bringing down his fists as hard as he could. The orca felt the blow on his back and spun in place, smacking him with his tail.

“Damn,” Doku cursed as he felt the sting of the orca's tail against his face. The power of the attack was so forceful that it caused him to stumble backwards.

“You're losing badly,” Isatsu taunted him.

“When you fight back, you're serious,” the octopus wiped a bit of saliva from his mouth.

He didn't have much time to react as Isatsu head butted him in the stomach with such force that it caused more saliva to fly from his mouth again. It catapulted him into a large rock nearby. Doku felt the impact and simply recoiled from the blow.

Isatsu looked at him with an unstable expression, “I want to hear your bones break. Bleed for me.”

Just then, a tentacle wrapped around his neck. The orca could feel his airway being constricted as the limb squeezed him tighter and tighter. He clawed at it, digging his nails into the maroon flesh as blue blood welled up. Isatsu thrashed in the air before being hurled into the hard rock of a nearby cave. The surface was rough against his body, scraping and tearing at his flesh as he tumbled down the side of it.

“I'm not letting that happen again,” Doku's voice was stern and angry. He didn't like remembering their last little skirmish. Like hell he was going to let that orca so much as touch him or his insides.

Isatsu climbed out of the hole that his body made, rubbing his head as debris fell from his black-and-white hair. That hurt, but he wasn't going to let his pain be known, especially not to some stuck up octopus. “You must really want to know about me if you're fighting this hard. Is there something you want to say?” He cast Doku a sly smile and shifty eyes. Could the octopus be that interested in him? Did Doku have something to hide? Maybe he liked this little game that they were playing. Oh, how he hoped he did.

“You're willing to stop me, so you have something to protect,” Doku knew that people who had secrets fought hard to keep them. There must be something twice as dark under the orca's façade, and he wanted to find out what.

“You can keep my secret if you're dead. I'll whisper it in your ear as you die in my arms,” Isatsu wasn't going to let him get out of this alive. If he told anyone his darkest thoughts, they would die with the words stuck in their mind.

“Disgusting,” Doku knew there was no way in hell that was happening. He would get those secrets out of him and continue to live having known them.

The orca held out his arms and laughed a little, “come and lay waste to me, Mr. Seventh Infantry member. I'll teach you a lesson you won't soon forget.” All bets were off this time, Isatsu was done playing.

“Cyran Blast,” Doku summoned the blue beam of energy. The blast sped towards his opponent, shooting through the water at lightning speed. Isatsu just stood there, unfazed by the impending doom. Before the beam could come into contact with him, it stopped suddenly as if it was frozen in time, and then shot back at the octopus. Doku barely got out of the way in time as it flew by in a blur.

“You don't even have to speak. How can you take control of attacks like that?” Doku hadn't seen any other magic user with that ability. He was shocked this asshole knew something so advanced.

“If I told you, then you'd know my secret,” the orca smiled.

“Are you psychic?” Doku really wanted to know. He was sick of this sadistic king playing around.

“I could be,” the orca teased.

“You're more of a worthy adversary than I thought.” Perhaps Doku had underestimated him. It seemed Isatsu was just as much bite as he was bark. He hoped that he could just beat him into a pulp with no problem, but this was proving more than he could handle. The sage had to admit that he hadn't had a real challenge in a long time. In a way, it was refreshing and he wanted to know those secrets even more now.

“Are you still up for it?” Surely the octopus wasn't shying away from him now. Isatsu still wanted to play with him and taste that rich, blue blood.

“I've been waiting for a day where I could face off against a worthy opponent,” like hell he was just going to give up on the fight now. Doku knew that he wouldn't get this chance again and he wanted to take advantage of it. The more he thought about it, the more he was beginning to enjoy this little game.

“You act like everyone is inferior to you, like Nautica would be lost without you. You're not even a Sea King. Your role is small and insignificant.” This guy had a complex as bad as his own. Isatsu nearly laughed at his shockingly high self worth. Doku must have thought he was hot shit.

“I deserve respect,” Doku's eyes narrowed. So what if this guy was a king? He held an important position in the royal court as well.

“Not like you think you do,” Isatsu was going to be sure to put this pompous octopus in his place. Yeah, he was a high sage, and it was a position that turned heads but there were stronger fish in the sea.

“That's because you're elitist,” the octopus knew this guy was on some kind of power trip. He expected no less from someone like him. Orca were all the same - brutish and cruel. They acted like they owned the sea.

“No, I just don't find you superior,” he wasn't going to lie, Isatsu saw Doku as nothing but a piece of lowly food on the chain. Nothing would change that.

“I don't really like the Sea King monarchy. I especially don't like you,” most of the Sea Kings didn't even have their heads on straight, and when a problem presented itself they all argued instead of working together to get a problem done. He could do without all of them. Doku didn't even know why Orzo bothered with them.

“I don't care what you think,” Isatsu had no need for the opinions of someone who was clearly below him.

“You're the monarchy, that's why,” Doku's tone was cold, “no one's better than anyone.” Crown or not, there was a such thing as equality in the sea, and the octopus firmly believed in it. He didn't come to Nautica to be spit on by pricks like Isatsu.

“But, our problems are all the same. We all do what's in our power to do. The monarchs give guidance to the people of Nautica,” the orca thought that he was even more of an idiot for a comment like that. He could believe naïve notions, but it would get him nowhere. Everyone in the sea abided by the food chain ladder, and that would be how things went until the ecosystem rotted and their species died out.

“Not you,” Doku knew better. Who was Isatsu trying to kid with that ridiculous speech? Isatsu wasn't guiding or helping anyone. The only kind of helping he did was helping them die or helping them descend into madness.

“What about Angla?” The question poured from the orca's smooth lips, and Doku felt his blood run cold.

“Don't bring her into this,” his voice sharpened and Doku's red eyes pierced through the evil king's body. Why was he bringing the princess up? He would make sure that he never so much as laid a hand on Angla.

“I struck a chord,” Isatsu was amused by how obvious his attachment was to the anglerfish. Didn't he know better than to try and compete with him? It wouldn't end very well for him if he continued to be a problem.

“Ice Spire,” Doku raised his hand as a large piece of pointed ice shot up through the ground beneath his adversary's feet. The orca darted out of the way and held out his hand, busting the spire off with a blast of invisible magic. The force of the blast knocked the shattered ice back at the octopus, who put his arms over his face to block them. Shards of ice cut into his clothes and skin.

“I don't think so,” Isatsu sneered.

“Don't play with me,” Doku narrowed his eyes, “give me your full power.” Even now, the orca hesitated. All Isatsu had been doing to him was deflecting his attacks and coming at him with physical moves. The sage knew that there was far more to him than just that. He was holding back, yet he was the one who wanted to play games. Why? Isatsu wanted to destroy him, so why wasn't he going all out?

“You don't want that,” Isatsu smiled. Did this octopus want a death wish? He must have been suicidal.

“Is this all you have?” Doku taunted him. He wanted to see his power. Isatsu talked a big game, and he longed to know just how big of a game he had.

“Maybe,” like hell he was telling him that.

“Liar,” the octopus was having none of that.

“Typical magic has no effect on me,” the orca decided to tell him a little something that would appease him.

Wordlessly, Doku rushed up and swung his tentacle high up in an attempt to hit the orca in the chest, but Isatsu blocked it with his arm. The appendage slammed into his forearm and piercing, red eyes glared him down. Isatsu simply smiled back, as if he were a blissful child preoccupied in playing a fun game.

“You should give me something bigger,” Isatsu taunted him back. If he wanted him to show him his true power, then the octopus needed to deliver that same power himself. The orca wasn't just going to give everything away to him. What kind of person did Doku take him for?

“I don't really know how to fight you,” without seeing his full power or even what attacks he was proficient in, Doku had no strategy. It seemed that the orca wasn't foolish enough to give himself away by releasing all of his power at once. Oddly enough, Doku appreciated that about him. Finally, his ideal opponent showed himself and he couldn't be happier. Isatsu challenged him, dared him to push himself and his adrenaline rushed just thinking about that opportunity.

“Put some force into it,” the orca lunged forward and punched him in the cheek with enough force to knock him off of his feet and turn his head, “like this!”

Doku stumbled back a little, then lunged forward and belted him in the stomach with one of his tentacles. The orca took a step back, and then lunged forward. Doku wasn't about to let him get the upper hand and spun on one foot, smacking him with all of his tentacles as he twirled around.

Isatsu summoned forth his Phantom Light spell. A cloud of glowing, white ectoplasm hit the sage, causing him to get knocked on the ground. Doku's body landed with a thud, going shoulder first into the silt of the sea.

“What kind of energy is this?” The octopus sat up, holding his shoulder. While he didn't feel pain, he could feel his muscles twitching, a sign that some damage had been done. Doku didn't think that attack would have any physical effect on him. It looked like glowing fog, the type of spell that would have had a poisoning aspect or status effect of some sort. Yet, it had the force of an energy blast. He had never seen anything like it before.

“The energy of the soul,” the orca's stare became menacing. “Now, feel my power bore into you.”

“Strings of Fate,” Doku's words were low as he summoned his attack. Red strings composed of energy shot up from the ground, curling around him like an intricate web, but the orca was quick to react. He threw up an invisible barrier and watched as the sanguine strings bounced off of it, imitating the sound of raindrops against a window pane. He chuckled at the sage's futile attempt to catch him off guard.

“What's so funny?” Doku's face darkened into an angry expression.

“So, that's your signature move?” Isatsu was hardly impressed. It merely looked like streamers for a party, rather than an actual attack. How was he supposed to take that seriously?

“I don't want to kill you. I'm fighting you to learn about you. That is all.” Did Isatsu really think this fight was serious? Doku only wanted to obtain information, to figure out how he operated and the mechanics behind that specialized magic of his.

“Am I really that boring? You say that like all fights are the same,” Isatsu frowned, a little disappointed that his voice was so lackluster towards the subject. It was like the sage hated fighting in general. Such a sad being he was to never know the joy of adrenaline rush or the feel of slick viscera between his fingers.

“All fights are the same. They are pointless, fighting should be avoided. You're an orca; I don't think it's the same for us. I like to avoid fighting, which is why I chose to stay in Nautica,” Doku was no sadist, nor was he going to pretend to be. The two of them were very different, and the octopus would rather not fight unless he had to, despite his namesake as a sage.

“What kind of sage doesn't like to fight? How did your powers even get so strong if you chose the pacifist route?” Isatsu had a hard time believing that Doku didn't fight often. Magical powers were cultivated because of use, not because he wanted to choose not to use them.

“I train and practice. Not all magic is achieved through violence,” Doku honed his skills, but it wasn't in the way that Isatsu thought it was. He didn't have to fight in order to be powerful; magic could be used for many things, from healing to helping people in mundane tasks.

“Funny for someone who beat a shark as a hatchling to say,” Isatsu heard that story. He knew what the octopus was rumored to be capable of. He wanted to know if it was true.

“I don't like these games,” Doku didn't kill the shark because he could; he killed the shark because he had to. There was a difference.

“You did before. Don't back out now,” Isatsu didn't like cowards.

“You're not even worn down,” Doku noted his opponent's striking resilience.

“I'm the Orca King for a reason,” he grew up in the brutal deep sea. Did Doku really think he'd be that easy to take down?

“I have everlasting patience and somehow, you irritate me,” Doku smashed him in the rib cage, the spun around him and hit him in the back with his tentacles. He summoned a water spout, which blasted the orca, covering him in a rush of currents.

Isatsu held out his hands, catching the attack like a ball thrown through the air. A blast of clear energy held the attack at bay before deflecting it. The currents of water flew off into the distance and dissipated back into the ocean. The orca then called it by name, the Phantom Beam.

“Let the world be ripped asunder,” Doku chanted the words as a cross-shaped piece of magic materialized and dissipated the currents around him, nulling the attack. “I'm not letting that hit me. I can't even analyze your powers,” he tried this entire time to get a grip on some kind of pattern or potential weakness that his spirit energy could have. However, it was seemingly impregnable. Nothing he did could weaken it in the slightest, and it didn't seem to have any type of spell that could counter it. No magic was unbreakable or undefeatable, but this defied everything he thought he knew about magic.

“No one can,” the orca's smile twisted. He knew he had the advantage, “the undetected enemy is the best kind.”

“I believe your story, the one about defeating the Deep Sea Army,” Doku could see how he could accomplish such a deed.

“Single-handedly,” Isatsu closed his eyes with a proud smile. He considered it one of his greatest accomplishments.

“What do you call your magic?” People often made up names for their techniques, and if they discovered a new type of magic. Perhaps Isatsu had discovered his own type of magic. Either way, Doku was interested.

“Nothing you can learn,” Isatsu answered sarcastically. “Watch this, Poltergeist Orb!” He summoned a huge globe of spirit energy, nearly as big as his body. The ghost-like trails swirls around and glowed with a strange, paranormal light. He hurled it like a massive baseball at his opponent. “When will you learn that you can't match my superior strength? You see fighting as I must, I see it as fun.”

“You're twisted,” Doku evaded the attack as it plowed into the ground. It exploded on contact, releasing powerful currents and ripping up the ocean floor. Pieces of ground rained down around them, sinking in the water as their clothes waved around.

“Still evading me? Fight back, little weakling,” the orca's tone took on an edge of darkness once more. He wanted him to struggle, to fight with burning passion and make the game worthwhile.

“You're deliberately trying to make me angry,” if Isatsu was trying to use that tactic, then it wasn't going to work.

Using his hands, he brought them around and curled his fingers in a beckoning way as the orb pulled itself out of the ground and hit him. The orca was unaffected as he absorbed the spirit energy back into his body. “I can't be hurt with my own attacks,” the orca grew out his claws and slashed them across the water and made two sets of marks in the shape of an ex and hurled them towards the octopus. “Suffer for me.”

Doku summoned an electrical current, but the orca countered by placing another invisible barrier in front of himself. The electricity bounced off of the force field and created a beautiful light show that light up the ocean. The currents looked like little lightening strikes that webbed through the water. The octopus tried to skewer him on an ice spire again by making his attack come from above, versus below. He brought down the spike of ice but the orca simply dodged out of the way and laughed like a child, playing with his favorite toys.

“You're not even being serious,” Doku only became more irritated. Not only was the orca not taking him seriously but he was disrespecting him by treating him like a joke.

“I said it was a game, didn't I? Your compliments won't make your death any less gruesome. You can use your little magic tricks, but you can't win,” Isatsu smiled. Wasn't this guy supposed to be intelligent? Why was he acting so idiotic? A game was a game, and he clearly wasn't getting the memo that he was really just playing with him in his own sadistic way.

“I desire to know about you,” the orca was peculiar. Doku had never met anyone like him. He wanted to know what made him tick, and why he was such a terrible person.

“I'd hate to have to make a fool out of you in front of the soldiers on this battlefield,” Isatsu gestured to the men that were fighting below. Wasn't this guy some kind of upper crust to the royal court? How would they feel if their superior was beaten like he was nothing? The orca was trying to save him from a world of pain and embarrassment.

“I'll cut off your head and keep it as a trophy,” if Isatsu thought that he was going to win this little fight, he was dead wrong.

“You're not chopping off anything,” the fact that Doku thought he could was funny in itself. He teleported in front of the octopus and delivered a harsh upper cut to his jaw. The force of the blow was so strong that it knocked him on the ground. Before Doku could react, Isatsu put his foot on his head, putting his weight on it, smashing his face into the ground. “I could go for some takoyaki tonight. Should I dice you up, or eat you whole?”

Suddenly his foot sank into the sand and he could feel breath on his neck. It was soon covered up by the feeling of suction cups against his skin. Doku wrapped a tentacle around him, squeezing it. “I don't think you should eat me, ever,” icy words escaped the octopus' mouth.

His words were short-lived as blood leaked from his mouth. Red eyes looked down to see black nails sticking out of his stomach, coated with dark blue blood. The navy substance poured from his body and stained his red clothes purple. Isatsu stabbed him when he was preoccupied.

Damn him.

“No one's ever wounded me like this,” Doku was shocked. It had been a long time since anything wounded him, much less pierced his body. It wasn't every day that someone could even touch him, much less make him bleed. He was impressed.

Isatsu slowly pulled his fingers out, gazing upon them as he admired the thick coat of viscera before running his tongue across it. It was metallic, like liquid iron. It was wonderful, and he longed to taste more. “Your blood tastes as bitter as your soul. I could get used to this taste,” it was addictive, like a drug. Isatsu couldn't stop licking it off of his claws.

Doku couldn't stand watching anymore of this sick show. He turned around and punched the orca across the face with all of his strength, causing him to stumble back a little. “Do you even care about Princess Angla, or do you want to hurt her, too?” He didn't want his princess to go to anyone who was going to hurt her. Doku wouldn't let that happen.

Oh yeah, this guy was the adviser to the princess he sought out. Isatsu was curious. “What does she think about me?” He was dying to know.

“Do you care about her at all? It's obvious that she cares about you,” Doku couldn't see why, but he knew Angla at least saw him as a friend. In truth, he was a little jealous of her suitors, especially assholes like him that got more credit than they were worth.

“She's the only predator that I can't eat, and she's just as vicious as me,” Isatsu named off her most attractive traits, “I'm enamored with her. We train together a lot, and I like roughing her up.” There was nothing more satisfying to him than a victim that lay broken and bleeding below his feet.

Doku frowned, “you're not her only suitor.” In fact, he was the last person he wanted his dear princess to even consider.

“I am aware of that, but I have the upper hand.” Did Doku really think that he was in the bottom half of Angla's spectrum? Funny.

“Because you're a Sea King? Are you even really royalty of any kind?” Doku questioned everything about this shady man. He refused to believe that anyone so terrible could legitimately rule a kingdom. “You're the most undignified royal I've ever seen. You're trashy and disrespectful. You don't even dress right,” he pointed at his unbuttoned jacket and messy hair.

“I actually am, so watch your mouth,” Isatsu growled. This octopus needed to learn so damned manners. How dare he question his position?

“Stop lying,” Doku still refused to believe him.

“I'm not,” the orca shot.

“I'd never bow before you,” he would rather be killed than even bend a little for that trashy orca.

“I'll force you down on your knees. I'm not sorry for being a bastard,” Isatsu's smile was sinister. Oh, if only he could force the octopus to his knees at this moment. He wanted to see those red eyes, filled with hatred, gazing up at him. The thought sent him into a world of bliss.

Just then, he was pulled out of his world of fantasy as his face was slammed into a rock. Doku had managed to wrap a tentacle around his neck as he propelled him forward into the hard surface.

And still, with blood running from his forehead and mouth, the orca continued to smile. He looked as if he was just having a fun time rough housing with some friends. What in the hell was this guy's problem? Did he not feel pain, either? Doku couldn't crack him, no matter how much he tried. He was beyond annoyed with the orca.

Isatsu grabbed his tentacle and slammed him into the ground and punched him a couple of times. Doku felt the blows assault his body before his head was slammed into the ground. The harsh sound of contact made his ears ring. “I'm not a landscaping tool,” the octopus grumbled.

“You are whatever I say you are,” Isatsu didn't give a damn about what he had to say past this point. “Keep bleeding for me. Suffer, Doku,” he watched as those once pristine clothes were now riddled in blue fluids. He loved it. Oh, how he loved to see that octopus bleeding out. He only wished he could actually feel pain. Such a waste having something so beautiful not being able to express such a terrible emotion. He would find another way to break him.

The sage attempted to use his Ice Spire attack, forming the long, sharp pillars of ice in the ocean water above and moved his hand down, allowed them to rain on the tyrannical king. Isatsu teleported around and evaded a few of them as they shot down around him. Then he caught one with all of his strength and flipped it around to where the point was aimed at its creator. The orca put his whole body into the throw and catapulted it at Doku.

The octopus dodged the ice as it dug into the ocean floor, then teleported behind the orca and chopped him in the back of the neck with his hand. Isatsu faltered a little, then grabbed another ice spire and hurled it at him. Doku dodged it once more. He then picked up another and repeated the process. Doku evaded it again and punched the orca on the top of the head, causing him to hit the ground.

“I'd like a tall order of death for that,” Doku mumbled to himself.

Before he could say another word, the orca playfully head butted him in the face, laughing like a deep-voiced child. There was something unsettling about his sinister, playful tone.

The sage felt blood running down his forehead and placed a hand over the wound, “damn…”

“You're fun to toy with,” Isatsu grabbed the back of Doku's head with one hand and shoved him harshly into the ground. He decided to give him a little payback for being rammed face first into that rock. “Now, you didn't think that would hurt me, did you?” If he did, Doku was dumber than he looked.

The orca jerked his head back, balling his fist in his long, angular-cut, red hair. The octopus winced as he felt some of the strands become detached from his head and gritted his teeth. “I can't tell how stunned you are. You're just as cruel as I imagined.” There was no doubt about it; this man was who he said he was. Looking into those ghostly, dead eyes was like staring into a world of nightmares.

The orca lovingly placed his hand on the side of his face, “kiss your dignity goodbye.” His hand ran sensually down the octopus' body, stopping on his chest before he released his hair and summoned his Phantom Corkscrew attack.

Doku's eyes widened momentarily and he reacted as quickly as he could, calling fourth his Cyan Blast. When the two attacks collided, it produced a powerful explosion that knocked the both of them back, sending their bodies flying in opposite directions.

Doku caught himself and shot forward, punching the orca in the mouth with all the force he could muster. Blood was slung from the mammal's mouth and he recoiled and laughed. It was like the punch didn't even affect him. Was this guy immune to pain?

“Disgusting,” the octopus looked displeased with the gargling, laughing mess that was his opponent.

Just then, the orca punched him in the hole he created in his stomach. Doku's eyes went wide on realization and he doubled over from the damage. It was dangerous to let him anywhere near that open hole. He could have easily killed him just then. How could he have been so careless?

“No…”

“Oh, how I long to see your insides,” the orca smiled as blood dribbled down his chin. Doku could feel his fingers snaking around his intestines and blasted him back out of reflex. Isatsu's arm was bathed in blue as he shot back.

“Don't ever do that again,” Doku's voice was cold and cruel. That was too close for comfort. If Isatsu would have grabbed him, then he would have disemboweled himself.

That was scary in too many ways to count.

“The look of horror on your face sends me into bliss,” the orca was ecstatic. He looked like he could hardly contain himself. “I want to see it more.”

“You had your hand around my organs,” Doku shot.

“I wanted to see them, to feel them moving in my grasp. To hold your life by its foundation,” just touching them gave him a sense of dominance and power. He loved the way they contracted and moved around him. There was nothing more satisfying than wrapping his hands around someone's internal workings.

“You're awful,” Doku could never say it enough.

“Does it hurt?” Isatsu continued to taunt him, longing to see his visage twisted in disgust. “Do you feel violated? Did I invade your personal space?”

While the orca was talking, Doku managed to heal the gaping hole in his stomach. He finally got the wound closed before being punched by Isatsu. No matter, at least he got the hole closed and that sick orca couldn't play with his insides anymore.

“Nah! You're not allowed to do that,” Isatsu sing-songed. There was no healing allowed in this fight if he could help it.

“At least it's closed,” Doku was thankful for some small gifts.

“Not for long,” Isatsu wasn't going to give him that leisure, “I want to see your insides.”

“I'm going to get wailed on again if I don't do something,” the octopus watched as the orca ran up to him, extending his claws and ready to strike him again. Doku moved to the side and grabbed his wrist, lifting him over his head and slamming him into the ground. The orca's body made contact with such force that chunks of earth flew into the water.

“Nice move,” the ocra smiled up at him.

“Sadistic…gross…I hate you,” Doku seethed. He wanted to just stomp his face in.

“Once I taste the sweet blood of my enemy, I'll track them down to the ends of the earth,” and that was a solemn promise. Isatsu was relentless and determined. He never gave up on his goal.

“Mollusk blood is blue,” Doku tried to suggest him something that wasn't an octopus. If he wanted, he would even help him hunt them. As long as the orca left him alone he really didn't care.

“Yours tastes like a delicacy,” Isatsu wasn't giving up on him. If Doku was trying to sway him, he was going a bad job.

“You're kidding, right?” Doku knew it wasn't a joke, but a part of him sincerely wanted to think it was. Then again, he wouldn't be that lucky.

“It tastes like iron from an old wreckage. I must have more,” the orca licked his lips just thinking about the rich taste of that blue substance. Isatsu wanted to just hold him down and lick the blood from every crevice of his body.

“I'm not going to ask why you go around licking pieces of sunken ships,” Doku knew that he was odd, but not that odd. Did he have some sort of weird iron deficiency or something? That would explain a lot. His frowned as he continued to watch the orca get up and lick his claws. It made him uneasy just watching him, “please stop,”

“I want to lick it off of your body,” Isatsu let his sick fantasy be known.

“No,” just thinking about his disgusting tongue running along his skin made him want to vomit.

“I want to consume you while you're alive,” the orca's words got worse.

“I'll never give you that satisfaction. Go kill another octopus,” it would be a cold day in hell when that happened.

“Maybe I'll go after your sister and eat her other eye,” since Doku wanted him to go after another octopus, Isatsu knew he'd just love his alternative suggestion.

“You're awful,” the octopus gave him the death stare. If he so much as touched his sister, he would make sure Isatsu ended up like that shark.

“You're twins, so her blood must be just as sweet,” Isatsu continued to try and riel him up by talking about killing his sister off. If anything, he knew that Doku would get a temper from him mentioning it. The octopus was protective of his twin. He got his wish as Doku fired his Seaside Buster at him.

Isatsu barely got out of the way, but his uniform didn't survive. Half of his blue coat was ripped off by the force of the blast, as well as the arm of his undershirt. He could feel the burn of his skin from the contact with the searing energy. “That was close.”

Fueled by the anger he felt at his sister being threatened, the sage continued to write out a spell in archaic symbols from a dead language. “Seaside Rhapsody, carry a song of death in your wake,” his words ended as he stopped writing the neon green symbols. They shot out in a stream, transforming into a stream of musical notes. They wrapped themselves around their target and exploded into a neon burst, knocking him back.

The orca flew into a large branch of red coral that shattered on contact. Doku appeared a distance above him and fired a green beam of energy into his stomach, pile driving him into the ground. Isatsu coughed up blood and spit as he tried to breathe. The impact of the energy knocked the wind out of him.

Getting up like a new born foal, Isatsu staggered around, unable to keep his footing for more than a few seconds. “You son of a bitch,” he wheezed, “That hurt!”

He didn't have much time to recover himself before red strings wrapped around him. Isatsu's body seared with pain as it was pulled tight. “This isn't good,” Isatsu panted.

“I'd rather you play this game with me,” Doku warned him not to dare involve his twin, “Leave Dokuro out of this.”

“I'm so glad,” Isatsu smiled. “I want to play with you until you die.”

“What's wrong with you?” Doku asked and punched him square in the chest.

The bound orca felt the thump of his fist against him, unable to defend himself, he coughed and laughed. Did Doku really think a little punch was going to bother him? He was hilarious.

“Your soul is as hollow as all of the feelings I've ever faked,” Doku couldn't believe how heartless he was. Why did people give the octopus so much grief over being cold when they had this guy?

“Even if I have half of a soul, it's more than what you have,” Isatsu was certain he'd never met anyone more heartless than Doku…Well, besides his father, but that was hard to trump.

It earned him another punch.

“The pot can't call the kettle black,” Doku scolded.

“Tell me,” the orca opened one eye with a smile still plastered to his face, “is this in your nature, too?”

“You enjoy all of this; emotional cruelty, humiliation, anything that gives you a sense of power. Torture fascinates you. There has to be a reason you are this way,” Doku wanted to know, and he refused to believe that Isatsu was just acting as any other orca. He was far from a typical orca.

“Oh, there is,” Isatsu complimented him for being on the right path.

“What's your fascination with me?” Doku wanted answers.

“I want to kill you and your blood is delicious,” if Doku was looking for something deep and emotional, he wasn't going to get it. Isatsu just loved pain and suffering. That's all there was to it.

“We need to talk, you and me,” red eyes narrowed as Doku stared him down.

“I'm all ears,” it wasn't like Isatsu could move even if he didn't want to hear Doku's monotone voice.

“Tell me what your goal is. What is your point to this game,” the sage wanted to know. He was tired of being toyed with.

“I'm having fun with you. Do you think there's some deep meaning to it all? There's not,” the orca pulled himself free to make a bee line around him but Doku blasted him, flinging him back into a rock, “ah, perceptive.”

“Are you finally going to stay down, Orca King?” Doku hoped he would. It seemed like this guy was never going to wear down. He didn't know how much longer he could hold him off.

“I hope you aren't too tired,” Isatsu pulled himself up off of the ground; “you won't be resting for a while.”

“You can't kill me,” at least, Doku was fairly certain that he couldn't kill him.

“But I must,” the orca closed his eyes and placed a hand to his chest, “our waltz will end, and when it does, one of us must take the plunge. I'm the apex predator, it won't be me.”

“You're insidious,” Doku continued to insult him.

“I'm flattered,” Isatsu beamed.

“No wonder they all think you're a traitor,” Doku was beginning to question Isatsu's alliance himself.

“Oh Doku, they're such bad liars,” the orca teased before he felt something pierce his shoulder. Light blue eyes glanced over to see what looked like a giant icicle protruding from his shoulder. Blood leaked out around it and a mixture of cold and searing pain shot through his form. It sliced up his muscle and tendons, hitting his bone.

“Ready to tell me, Orca King?” Doku wasn't screwing around. He wanted to make that very clear.

“Fascinating,” the orca mused to himself, “this pain is hot, throbbing, like a thousand harpoons jammed into my body.” His fingertips caressed the end of the weapon, “you're so murderous, Doku.”

“Changing the subject won't help you. It's been fifteen seconds, you lose,” the sage pointed out the rules of the game. Isatsu had lost, so he needed to live up to his end of the deal.

“Fine,” the orca's words were smooth as butter, “I'll tell you.”

The octopus pulled out the ice with a jerk, examining the blood covering the end. He muttered the word `disgusting' before he carelessly tossed it behind him to the ground.

“I'm not sure why you care, but this is how I came to be,” Isatsu began to tell him his past. No doubt the octopus would really think less of him after knowing the cold, hard truth.

…To Be Continued

A/N: Sorry about all of the waiting. I finally released the demo of this story and I was gathering information on people who have played it. I hope you all enjoy this new chapter. If you want to play the demo, PM me and I'll send you a link. Please read and review!