Akira vs Kira part 1

The night air was cool, carrying the faint scent of rain as the vehicle moved through the winding forest roads. The towering trees cast long shadows under the moonlight, their shapes shifting as if watching the car pass. The silence inside was thick—only the soft hum of the engine filled the space.

Zane sat in the back, his arms crossed, his gaze flicking between the window and Akira, who sat in front of him, completely at ease. Kimiko was beside him, her posture tense.

They didn’t trust her. Not even for a second.

Yet, here they were, following her into the unknown.

The car eventually pulled onto a cobblestone path, leading to a grand estate hidden deep within the wilderness. The mansion stood against the night sky, its dark marble exterior illuminated by soft golden lights. The air around it was eerily still, as if the world itself hesitated to breathe in its presence.

As the doors opened, Akira stepped out of the car first, graceful as ever. Zane and Kimiko followed hesitantly, their eyes scanning their surroundings. The grand entrance was lined with dimly lit lanterns, casting long shadows on the pristine white stone.

Waiting at the entrance were two figures—Akira’s servants. A man and a woman, both dressed in immaculate black attire. Their expressions were unreadable, but the moment they saw Akira, they bowed deeply.

Akira waved a hand dismissively. “We’ll have another guest soon. Take care of it.”

Neither servant spoke. They simply nodded and vanished into the shadows, their presence fading like ghosts in the night.

Zane’s brow furrowed. “Are you expecting someone else?”

Akira smirked but didn’t answer. Instead, she turned on her heel and led them inside.

The interior of the mansion was just as lavish as expected. A massive chandelier hung from the ceiling, casting a golden glow over the polished marble floor. The hallways stretched endlessly, lined with old paintings and towering bookshelves filled with aged tomes. The scent of aged wood and faint traces of incense lingered in the air.

She led them to a large room dominated by a long dining table and a grand piano resting near a floor-to-ceiling window. The outside world looked almost surreal through the glass—just a sea of darkness and distant city lights.

“Make yourselves comfortable,” Akira said as she made her way toward the piano.

Zane and Kimiko exchanged a wary glance before hesitantly sitting down. The tension hadn’t left them since they arrived.

Kaito moved to a nearby cabinet. He poured drinks with practiced ease, setting glasses in front of them before bringing Akira a glass of red wine.

Akira took it with a small nod, then let her fingers glide over the piano keys. The melody that followed was soft yet haunting, filling the room with an almost dreamlike quality.

For a moment, there was only the music.

Then, without turning around, Akira spoke.

“Zane, did you know some people are born unwanted?”

Akira’s fingers glided effortlessly over the piano keys, weaving a haunting melody that drifted through the vast room. The glow of the city lights outside barely reached past the enormous window, leaving most of the space wrapped in shadows.

She took a slow sip of her wine before setting the glass atop the piano, her gaze lingering on the deep crimson swirl within.

“Some children open their eyes for the first time and see love. Others open theirs and see nothing but… fear.”

Her fingers pressed harder against the keys, the melody shifting into something darker.

“Our parents… They looked at us not with love, not even with resentment, but with terror. As if we were something unnatural. Something they regretted bringing into the world.”

She finally lifted her hand, conjuring a small sphere of light that flickered gently above her palm. It was soft, almost delicate, as if it could be snuffed out at any moment.

“They barely fed us. We learnt the taste of hunger before we could even speak. We learnt that warmth was a privilege we weren’t allowed. Every night, we shivered in the cold, listening to our own stomachs cry out louder than we ever dared to.”

The orb of light trembled.

“And then, one day, they decided to be rid of us.

Kimiko’s face had paled, but Zane remained silent, watching her with a hardened gaze.

“Not through death, of course. That would have been a kindness.”

A small chuckle escaped her lips—cold, devoid of humour.

“They sold us.”

She let the words sink in, savouring the silence that followed.

“Our new ‘owners’ were no better.”“Slaves. That’s what we became. Beaten when we disobeyed, beaten when we obeyed too slowly. Worked to the bone for scraps of rotten food. And when they had no use for us, they found their own ways to entertain themselves.”

The sphere of light in her palm flickered violently, twisting unnaturally, as if straining against some invisible force.

“Every day, we were reminded that we weren’t people. We were property. We existed for others to use, to discard.”

She finally turned, looking directly at Zane.

“And then, one beautiful day, they… paid for their sins.”

Her fingers closed into a fist. The light was snuffed out instantly.

“People fear what they don’t understand.” Her emerald eyes glowed faintly in the dim light. “They fear what they cannot control.”

She held his gaze for a long moment, letting the weight of her words settle.

Zane exhaled slowly, his gaze sharp. “And what does that have to do with me?”

A small smile played at Akira’s lips. “Everything.”

She stepped forward, closing the distance between them. Then—without warning—she reached out and tapped Zane’s shoulder.

A spark ignited.

Raw energy surged through his body, an overwhelming, burning force that erupted from deep within. Black lightning crackled across his arms, slithering up to his shoulders like living veins of darkness. His eyes burnt, a wild storm of power overwhelming his senses.

The entire room trembled.

Kimiko gasped, stepping back in shock. “Zane—stop!”

But he couldn’t. The power coursing through him felt intoxicating, uncontrollable. The air itself buzzed with electricity, making the chandelier above flicker violently.

Akira’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction.

“Tell me, Zane.” Her voice was smooth, coaxing, almost gentle. “Can’t you feel it? This burning power? This pure strength? Don’t you believe you deserve more?”

Zane’s breath was heavy. The energy begged to be unleashed, to consume everything in its path.

“We can achieve it, Zane.” Akira took another step closer. “People like you and me—we are born to be above all.”

“No.”

The single word cut through the storm.

Zane clenched his fists, forcing the power down. The black lightning crackled one last time before slowly beginning to fade. His breathing was ragged, but his eyes were firm.

“That’s enough,” he said, his voice firm. “You’ve said your piece—now we’re leaving.”

Kimiko exhaled in relief, stepping closer to him. “Zane—”Kimiko reached for his arm, her fingers trembling slightly.

Akira tilted her head slightly, her laughter soft at first, then growing into something richer, more unsettling.

She reached for the wine glass before taking a slow sip. Then, with a sly smile, she met Zane’s defiant gaze.

“Zane… Do you really think I’ll let you go?”

Before he could react, the room darkened as she raised her hand, light gathering at her fingertips. A sudden force slammed into Zane and Kimiko, freezing them in place.

Kaito, who had been silent the entire time, finally spoke.

“Akira.” His voice was steady. “She’s here.”

Akira’s smile widened.

A wall of golden energy erupted across the room, parting the air like a curtain.

On the other side of the glowing barrier stood Kira, walking through the woods.

Her golden hair shimmered under the flickering light, her eyes sharp and unyielding.

Akira took another sip of her wine and turned to face her sister.

“Let’s enjoy the show, shall we?”

To be continued…