Trinity. Unison. Grief. [closed]

He stood on the one platform that was neutral. No real element. The wind whipped his clothing around while the heat dried off the water and sparked the electrical storms. It was raining, but very hot. All the elements played some factor in this platform - otherwise, it wouldn't be fun. Mekura waited for his partner before beginning. He needed someone else - last time he tried to solo it, he almost died. Luckily, she who he loved saved him.

A face was identical. A personality was different. A voice was identical. A history was different. A love was identical.

The two men were identical twins. Though, because of Mekura's white hair, one might not believe that. If they were studied enough, however, it would be painfully obvious that they were. Ixaz, who was not wearing his mask or robe, walked up to Mekura. "Nice to see you again, brother." he spoke with a devious smile, his swords appearing in hand.

Jaix shook his head, frowning. Aiz shouldn't have said so much. That last line pushed it. No one could have imagined how Mekura would react. For the past seven years, excluding the three hundred from the armageddon where Ixaz was dead and Mekky was in the sands of time, Mekura had been under the impression that his brothers were dead. It would pain him, in the least, to know they were alive. One was the leader of Organization XIII, and the other didn't care for either side in the armageddon. Mekura himself was a hero.

Jaix just sighed.