How long has it passed? Probably not to far from the current time. He couldn't tell, doesn't matter. Even when a decennium has gone by, Bora Ra's undoubtfully indubitable that he would not be able to forget the day when he met that boy, the object of his own ambivalent attitudes placed between lust and hatred, a perpetual blemish of both physical and incorporeal form engraved in his memory that elicits every ticking second of the jeopardy he faced. Or is it be an occurrence of destiny to be giving him the aphrodisiac extracted from acrimony, as anger and arousal are meant to be flustered as each other?
Spoken as poetically as if his brain didn't alternate the flashback to make him seem less pathetic. Let's just say that he had bravely confronted what he had to deal with. Tame the desire, sometimes what you want is not the same with what you expected. Unexpectable, actually. Do you know what 'lust at first sight' is, or more specifically, 'toxic lust at first sight'? It's when a sudden strike of lightning hit you in your thoughts, then followed by a paroxysm of concupiscience, or of animosity, or both, and you just want to dash toward your desired prey then dominate him. Pardon my discourteous manner, it's not very likely that you meet an anathemical desideratum everyday in your life. Meet the temptation. Abhor him, covet him. Give him meticulousness, give him devastation. Meet him, unmeet him? How to unmeet him?
That kid, not someone who one can skip on easily. Lavender hair, hazily roseate eyeshades, irises that look a pair of ruby gems, youthful anatomical characteristics of an newly grown adult with perfect scales of a slender body, movements as lithe as a swan's feather fleeting in the pressured atmosphere. Speaking of pressed atmosphere, mind the blasts of unpurified compressed air leaking from the pipes. What a perfect environmental condition for a fight, to be speaking sarcastically.
Inside that literally breath-taking mist that was becoming denser, with eyesight getting blurred with the steam, Bora Ra could still sense the abusive aura of an amorously agonizing creature with an enormous hunger for violence, or was there something more that he wanted? If he was in need of an osculation then the great leader of the Tengkotak wouldn't have minded to give the brat ten times of it, that's for sure, yet he was being abruptly calamitous instead, and seducingly flexible. In fact he might have been so skilfully riotous that for a moment, Bora Ra felt envious of his adroitness. Supposing that with the dedication he gives in each battle, his unusual dexterity might be pretty much senseful. It was like apart from him and his nemesis, all things else were just insipid trivialities.
Glad to know that at least this Kubulus could attract someone's attention. Cognizance is a bless, especially when it was from an unexpectable ambassador from beyond the most carefully prepared plans, one who was predestined to heat up the party. Here come the show, here come the commotion. And there he came. Behold, ladies and gentlemen, behold the troublemaker. Give an applause for the exquisite exhibit, one that can always drive you insane with the charm of his maniacally pugnacious personality and pathological aggression. Oh dear, mind the bite of the feral cat. A random bad boy you oppose might somehow be the daintiest hot mess you can find. Gotta love this naughty, overenthusiastic, mischievous, belligerent, indomitable, aberrant, deviant, berserk zealot's pulchritude. Or even more than that, feel his demeanour, all of those glamorous allurement outside and brutally lunatic urges inside. Feel the pains from the lacerations he caused, feel yourself being impuissant. Mitigate the banana that is going bananas, of course you understand what I'm saying. Take notes of all the descriptions listed above, you'll feel them when you meet him, if you ever have an opportunity. And forgive my pleonasm, the truth is he has always been perfect as he is without the application of any adjective, yet the flow of platitude is something that can't be obstructed. Hell praised and commemorated his name, the eternal youth that lives all for a moment.
Kaizo. Captain of the Legendary Space Rebel, the rose thorn in Bora Ra's eyes, the endearing flower bud that blooms into calatiousness. Kaizo. The fire in his heart, the pain in his mind. カイゾ. Three Japanese words form the name of seduction. Two of them spoken together, following the last syllable with tenten that twists it to an alveolo-palatal consonants with slightly-heavily pronounced initial. Heart thief hacker, the definition of exquisiteness. He bleeds fearlessness and breaths violence.
K a i z o. Indeed one of the kind.
Archangel, the kid was. One was the angel, one was the demon. Like yin and yang, they were a perfect combination. Bora Ra thought so, the feeling of finding your destined nemesis was like fulfilling the vacancy in his existence, that emptiness which seemed to be perpetual but it disappeared as the rebel stepped into his life. This is the one you need. That thought bursted like fireworks celebrating the pinnacle of idiotic complications in Bora Ra's cognition, which arose because of that boy. And their competition of superiority, the divine war between two distinct races in which they were the only soldier of their kinds, was magnificent. Actually they both had their comrades fighting along in somewhere out of their sights, but within the battle zone of only them two, it was like they were participants on the dancefloor, performing their malignant choreography. It was like sometimes in the past, they had practiced this combat for more than a zillion times.
The ridiculous thing is, it doesn't have to be Kaizo whom Bora Ra fell for. It could have been someone else, maybe anyone with the similar traits Kaizo has, but that one definitely needs to have the kid's soul, and his personality, and his charisma, and his aura, and his smile, and his beauty,... otherwise this noxious passion wouldn't be the same as it is now. But there won't be a replica of that creature, there won't be another person who could irritate him like this. You can say that the rebellious red-eyed captain is overestimated, but meet him in real life, let him challenge your confidence, let him slice your courage to pieces, let him cut your ear. Feel this pain and this grief, it hurts hurts hurts. When Bora Ra's lacerated ear laid on the ground, bloodied, and with one hand trying to stop the bleeding while weakly lifting his head to look deep into the ruby eyes of the opponent who was also severely injured, he knew that he wouldn't be able to find a doppelganger of the one and only one he fell in lust with, the captor of his mind who is properly unaware of how precious and toxic he is to the Tengkotak's leader.
One side lust, it seems, but that's alright.
"I'll see you soon, redhead." A farewell between the unknowns, until one of them lunatically tried to search for the another's identity. Now I knew you, could that be a promise? Maybe, or maybe not?
Just seek for me like I seek for you, red-eyed, then things get alright.
And the clock kept on ticking as Bora Ra reminisced his romanticized jeopardy, in which everything occurred like they were from fantasies.
The ginormous spaceship of the Tengkotak gang was still flying through the dark universe and disappeared into the Milky Way. What were left behind it were the glowing lights of rushing stars dashing through the vacuum space, and everything soon became silent. The only noise he could hear was the voice from his own head that was starting to ache,
"I'll see you soon.",
and the echoes kept repeating as they were existed to remind him not to forget that day, when he was under the force and symphony of trillion silver needles stabbing on him everytime the kid touched his body. And the ethereal mist, the sounds of clashing weapons, the heated vibe and sharp concentration, that was beautiful just like a lucid dream.
Bora Ra looked through the window behind his back and the despairing nothingness form a thick wall that covered his eyesight. It was like, he tried to call time to turn back but his voice was sucked into the depth of the darkness while that embodiment of charm kept sinking into nothingness. Like how he walked away that time, when on his purple head, the dim light still glows and caresses his slim figure, and this macho's muscular figure was also melting under the tender violence of the fated one. Bora Ra lifted his head to look at the ceiling, Kaizo's face started to fade into blurry illusion, in which he gave a smile as farewell and vanished within the fog, but his sweet deep phonation was still around.
For one more night, the melody of brokenness once again tempted Bora Ra's mind, and told him that, on this lonely world, that boy was still remaining alongside with the beautiful mirage in his mind.
Author's note: Done, short and sweet. One moment to commemorate the time used on digging thesaurus. I got lazy at the near end so the vocabularies used weren't as flamboyant as I expect.
Seriously, this is more entertaining to write than practicing for IELTS test.
I'm gonna grab a cup of bleach to wash my clothes. You need some to wash your eyes?