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He was happy, the male had left and he had Soul all to himself, her attention was purely on him, the way he liked it. True, with the slowly gathering crowd, they weren’t really alone, but to him, this was just as good. He would relax into her for a moment before he felt her moving, slowly detaching herself from him and pulling away. He would open his eyes, an emotionless expression on his face as he watched her turn, knowing that her intentions had changed, that she was no longer satisfied with just holding and being held by him, the male had once again been noticed. Markov would sigh softly, a hand coming up to run through his white hair as she took off, dust rising behind her, her scythe slicing through the air to find its mark, sliding ever so easily through the male’s chest. Shaking his head as the man dropped, Markov would walk over, his hands sliding into his jacket pockets.

“Soul… You have had your fun, let’s take hi—“ he would stop, pausing in his step as he saw another man coming up, a less than happy look on his face, pulling some sort of shield and readying it to attack, his spirit partner alongside of him. Markov would feel the hairs on the back of his neck rise, a sudden surging of rage crossing through him as he watched the man, this stranger who dared to not only speak in such a way to his precious Soul, but to threaten her with something. As Markov pointedly walked to stand next to her, he heard the man ask if she was an X-Law, and it would be him that answered, “We are…” his ice blue eyes would be trained to this new male, watching him, the burning in the back of his throat worsening, a tingling running through his teeth as his body started to crave this man’s Furyoku and blood. He had more than Markov did, but that did not mean that Markov would lose.

Slowly Markov’s lips would part as he lightly tilted his head back, something of a sadistic grin forming on his face as he looked down at the young man, “You have quite a bit of Furyoku don’t you…” His tongue would run across his fangs, his mouth closing as he lowered his head once more, his white bangs coming to partially obscure his brilliantly colored eyes, the grin fading from his face to turn into something that was near a scowl, “If you wish to keep it, I suggest you continue on. What we do with those we hunt is none of your concern.” His hands would slide from his pockets to rest at his sides, trying to judge what this newcomer would do. He did not seem to enjoy the idea that Soul might be an X-Law.

His head would turn as he followed the boy’s movements, the world seeming to slow as he watched what happened. The boy had slammed into Soul, sending her flying backwards and through a shop window, where she faintly cried out before her body went limp, the boy who was still attached to the end of her scythe stirring slightly. For a moment, Markov simply stood there, his mind seeming unable to grasp the fact that someone had not only just hit Soul, but had managed to throw her through a shop window. When at last his brain clicked, his entire demeanor changed. No longer was he calm and his face blank and serene, now his features would contort, his lips pulling back into a snarl to reveal his fanged teeth, his clawed fingers flexing, his ice blue eyes seeming to burn with an inner hatred that would be turned to one person, the one that had attacked his precious Soul, this young, freckled face fool.

When the boy swung his shield at Markov, sending out a blade of wind, Markov’s body would drop, his right leg extending out and sliding as he bent his left one at the knee and ankle, his left hand coming to rest against the ground, his head snapping toward the boy, blue eyes almost glowing behind his white hair. With him having crouched below the attack, the blade of air would pass harmlessly over his head, and a low growl would rumble in Markov’s chest, his right leg twisting around underneath of himself as he would suddenly push off from the ground, launching himself forward to the man in a suddenly sprint.

His right arm would rear back, his fingers extended and curved, and when he neared the young man, he would swing his clawed hand toward his arm that held the shield. All he would have to do would be to make contact, to break the skin just the slightest bit, and he would be able to drain away the boy’s Furyoku by 25 points. This brat was going to pay for what he had done… No one touched Soul and dared to live to tell about it…