Ch14 - Silence Speaks (Final chapter)

When all is quiet, the silence speaks volumes.

Purpura was walking.

He followed the smoke.

He then stood at the edge of the camp.

It was destroyed.

Ripped apart.

Crates, and body parts were strung about.

There were black scars everywhere.

Truly Black's work.

All that was left was to let the local lord know.
However, that was more Kipsy's area.
Just as well, he wasn't in the mood for clients.

He kicked a helmet away, feeling disappointed.

He had come up with a great plan for dealing with the camp.

He looked around a little, there was no one left alive.

Purpura then turned to his left, with a glare.
Standing there was Black.

His metallic mask distorting his voice still.

"Oh, come now.
We haven't seen each other in over a year.
Surely you could stop glaring at me.
At least long enough to ask where I've been."
Purpura simply continued to glared at him.
Black chuckled, and removed his mask.
He stepped closer to Purpura, but kept a good distance.
His emerald colored eyes focused on Purpura.
"Aren't you even curious?

Curious where I've been for over a year?"

Without his mask Black's voice had a bit of elegance to it.

His voice was almost commanding, yet it was subtle enough to trick you into following without realizing it.

Purpura knew better though.

Black only removed his mask to talk when he wanted something.

So he feigned disinterest, to Black's question.

And simply pointed to the back of his head as an answer.

Black spoke again,

"Well, yes. That was rather painful.
But it healed soon after I woke up.
Who was that watching me anyway?
Neko, black hair?

He'd said you'd just left.

Never mind, it isn't important."
Purpura was watching Black.
Observing for tells, or signs of weakness.
And mildly curious about Black's mental and physical state.

Black continued speaking,

"While I was sleeping, I had this revelation.
A vision, really.
Of an item.
So, I've spent this last year looking for it."
Purpura rolled his eyes, a year missing... for a treasure hunt.
Why had he bothered looking for Black?
He should have known Black was busying himself with something.

Black had a life outside of his assassination work.

Though Black often spoke of it with disdain.

Purpura began to walk away.

Black shouted after him,

"Aren't you curious what it was I was looking for?
Or if I found it?"
Purpura forming a long slice of blood, with a growl.

He turned back, and attacked Black with it.

It nearly hit Black.
However, Black jumped back avoiding it.

"Haha! That's the violent kitty I know."

Purpura growled at him more intensely.

"I knew your curiosity would have the better of you."
Purpura rolled his eyes, and cross his arms.

Black was right, he was mildly curious.

"I was searching for the angel's tear." Black said with a cocky smirk.

The angel's tear, a item of legend.
Said to have fallen from the eyes of an angel who'd fallen in love.
The angel had loved a human, and was distraught to learned that the human could not join them in the afterlife.
This was because humans were 'imperfect'.
All earthly creatures are imperfect.

That was simply the way of the now forgotten religion.
Soon after, the other angels learned of the angel's love.
Love for a human was deemed an imperfection, and thus the angel was cast out and striped of all magic.
The angel then traveled the earth to find the human they'd loved.
The angel found the human in their death bed.

Sadly, it was moments after the human's death.

It was then that the angel cried the single tear.

Purpura recalled this tale, mainly because it was a cautionary love tale.
Cautioning people to understand that love is not perfect.

Just because you love someone does not mean fate will be kind to either of you.

None the less, the angel's tear was said to heal any wound.
Any disease.

One simply had to find it, but none ever had.

Purpura shook his head, such an obnoxious hunt.

There was a reason it was a legend.

He turning away from Black again.
"I found it." Black spoke again, with a calm but determined expression.
Purpura gave an annoyed sigh, but looked back to Black.
He gave a slight glare, he didn't believe him.

People had dedicated their whole lives to finding it.

And demons were rather long lived in many cases.

With a scoff, Purpura pulled his mask down.

He then gave a simple hand gesture to say 'prove it'.
Black then opened a small shadow in the ground, he reached down and pulled out a beautiful blue gem.
The gem was shaped like a rain drop, and it sparkled even in the shade.
It had a subtle blue coloring, and was the size of Black's palm.
It had a smooth surface, all around.
Purpura felt amazed, it was certainly a beautiful stone.
But he gave a shrug, surely it wasn't the magical angel's tear.
A beautiful stone, and nothing else.

Besides, why had Black gone in search of such an item?
He had no one to heal, least not that Purpura knew of.
And he did not want for money, Black's civilian persona was...

Wealthy.

To say the least.

Perhaps, he wanted it just for the bragging rights.
To mock others who'd searched for so long.

Somehow, Black had managed to find in a year.
But he would have to prove it was the angel's tear.

Purpura waved him off in skepticism.
"Don't you want to test it?" Black asked.
Purpura shrugged, there was no one to test it on.

Neither of them had open wounds, or incurable diseases.

What would they do?
Go to a clinic, and pick a person at random?
Surely, two assassins would be quickly welcomed in a clinic.

Especially to test their magic gem on some stranger.
Purpura shook his head, he had things to do.
Suddenly Black tackled him.
Purpura rolled, and kicked Black off.
"Let me show you." Black demanded, quickly righting himself.
Purpura growled, forming two swords, ready for a fight.
Black stood with a cocky stance

"Fine, I guess you're forgetting two important facts.
One, you can't beat me, we both know that.
Two, you do have an injury this could heal."
The blood from the swords quickly absorbed back into his armor.
Purpura's expression was both anger and annoyance.

No, he didn't.

Black smirked a bit, "Fine, if you feel that way.
Tell me you're in perfect health."
Purpura gave a rather sarcastic bow.
Black growled, "No, say it."
Purpura glared at him, they both knew he didn't speak.
Couldn't speak.
"We both know you can't.
And we both know why."

Purpura paused a moment, he had sort of forgotten.
Years of not speaking...

He had simply become used to it.
At times, it didn't even occur to him he ever had a voice.
Each time he'd ever tried to speak since his sister attacked...
He'd be hit with extreme pain, and couch up blood.
Most of her blood attacks, would heal if he fully washing her blood away.
However, he'd never been able to remove all the blood in his throat.

"Let me try healing you with this." Black said holding the tear.
Purpura squinted, unsure.
His main concern was, why?
Why would Black desire to heal him?
To prove he could?
To in dept Purpura to him?
Purpura shook his head, and stepped away.
He didn't trust this.

Black growled, and pounced.
Purpura jumped to dodge, and he landed gracefully like any cat.
Suddenly he looked down realizing his feet were caught by Black's shadows.
Purpura growled, and Black tackled him.

Being that Purpura's legs were trapped he fell over.

Black then just sat on top of Purpura.
"Now stop with the struggling."
Black tried to place the tear on Purpura's throat.
Purpura quickly bit him.

Black stared at him, "Really?
I'm trying to heal you, and you're gonna bite me?
Geez, you're like a spoiled child sometimes.
Learn to be grateful."
Black moved to place it again, yet Purpura bit him again.

"Ow!" Black pulled his hand away, dropping the tear.

Black hand oozed shadows much like others oozed blood.
"Stop biting me!"
The tear laid just next to Purpura.
"If you don't stop biting me,

I'm gonna force feed this freakin' thing to you."
Purpura growled at him.

Black grabbed the gem, but Purpura used blood to trap his hand on the ground.

"Wh-"

Purpura then formed a small wave, and knocked Black off.

Black tried to get up, but his hand was still trapped.

And the wave was holding him down.

Purpura focused, and forced blood to move between his legs and the shadows.

Then the blood pushed out, and he slipped his feet out of the shadows.

Purpura then stood up, dusting himself off.

He looked to where Black had been.

Yet Black had disappeared.

In his place was a dagger.

Tied to a dagger was the long scarf he had wrapped around Black's wound over a year ago.

It gently waved in the breeze, perhaps at one time the scarf had been a beautiful coloring.

Currently though, it was stained red.

Purpura walked over, and untied it.

He held it, and looked at it, unsure if he should dawn it again.

He looked to the dagger, yet in the ground next to it were words.

Written in shadows, a message from Black...

'One day you will tell me you're grateful for all I've done for you.'

The words then faded, and new ones appeared.

'Besides the most boring thing in the world, is silence.'

Purpura scoffed, and clutched the scarf tightly, as he turned and left.

Those who don't understand your silence...

Would never understand your words.

Author's Note

I have decided it is ready.
I'd really appreciate opinions on this, the final chapter (and the series as a whole).
This set is mainly to introduce Purpura (plus his many talents), and his family.