Editing BlazBlue:Calamity Trigger Part 1 Chapter 4 (section)

===Part 3===

The thinly honed blade, cold and sharp as finely polished ice, sliced through the air two or three times with a delicate sound that befitted its appearance, and stopped the tip aiming at Ragna.

It was the blade that had once pierced the back of his older brother, Ragna, and failed to deliver the killing blow—the phenomenon weapon, Mucro Algesco: Yukianesa.

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Jin's gaze followed Ragna's rigid back. 

The color reflected in his green eyes was love.

"It's been a long time. I really wanted to see you. When I heard you were heading to Kagutsuchi, I rushed over as fast as I could."

The color reflected in his green eyes was pleasure.

"It feels like a dream to be able to see you again, brother... When I heard that the 'Grim Reaper' was you, I was surprised. As expected of you, brother, even the Enforcers of the Librarium can't defeat you."

The color reflected in his green eyes was ecstasy.

"But of course. No one can kill you, brother. That's how it's supposed to be. Kukuku... Do you understand, brother? I'm so happy. I'm so, so happy. After I stabbed you in front of the church, I felt so disappointed. Because if you had died there, I couldn't have killed you anymore. I could never kill you again. That's why I'm so happy now. Hahaha, ahaha, ahahahahaha!" 

The color reflected in his green eyes was killing intent.

"It was really a dream. To be able to kill you again..." Sweeping Yukianesa aside diagonally, Jin leapt quickly and low. He dashed forward, carrying that momentum. With incredible speed, he thrust his green twin blades before Ragna's eyes. 

"Hahaha!" Jin swung Yukianesa high, letting out a shrill laugh. Ragna parried the sharp, arcing strike with his sword, the clash a deafening cacophony. Jin raised the rebounding blade high, his eyes wide open. It wasn’t surprise, not by a long shot. A deep, piercing satisfaction, a thrill that ran from the pit of his stomach, was what drove him.

“What a sound... Brother, can you see the sparks flying where my Yukianesa meets your sword? Hahahaha, let’s fight more, let’s kill each other more!” The thin blade sliced straight down, aiming for Ragna’s skull. A primal sense of danger made the hair on the back of Ragna’s neck stand on end, but he parried the blow once more.

“Damn it... you idiot...” The impact was heavier than he’d expected. But more than that, it was Jin’s gleeful expression that twisted Ragna’s face. Anger, bubbling up and overflowing, distorted his features. “Shut up, will you? All this noise about killing each other. Don’t be ridiculous!” He pushed back forcefully and kicked Jin in the stomach.

A dull thud as Jin stumbled back. Ragna followed up with a sweeping strike of his sword.

“Aaah...” Jin’s body flew backward, bouncing off the hard floor. He landed face down after a half-turn, his golden hair a tangled mess.

Ragna’s eyes narrowed, his expression grim as he stared at Jin. If his gaze could burn, he would have incinerated his idiotic brother with his fury.

“You wanted to see me? What a coincidence, Jin. I wanted to see you too. I wanted to see you so I could beat the crap out of that annoying face of yours!” Ragna lunged again. “Raaaaah!” He roared, his anger fueling him as he raised his fist. Darkness, like a flame, flickered in his tightly clenched hand. Jin was just about to rise, using his sword for support as he scraped it along the floor.

Before he could draw his sword, Ragna’s fist smashed into his brother’s chest. Another punch, this time with his other hand, also filled with darkness, followed. The impact was far more than a human arm should be capable of. The second blow sent Jin flying even further than the sword had, and he crashed into the wall behind him.

“Ugh...” He pushed himself up, but stayed on his knees, using his sword for support. He pressed a hand to his temple, as if he’d hit his head, and shook his head slightly to clear the dizziness.

Staring at this sight, Ragna clenched the fist he had just used to punch Jin even tighter, as if trying to suppress the surge of rage that was boiling within him. 

"Get up," he growled. "This isn't enough. You need to fully understand what you've done."

"Ha... ha... haha..." Jin laughed mockingly. Seeing him stumble to his feet, Ragna felt a wave of nausea. He felt sick. The image of a burning church he had seen sometime in the past flickered in his mind. 

Jin swayed slightly. With his chin lowered, he glared up at Ragna, a look of ecstasy plastered across his pale face.

No.

"Fufufu... No, brother, you have to come at me with the intention of killing me. If you hold back, I'll kill you."

"Don't be ridiculous. Who do you think you are, killing me? You should be worried about yourself, you idiot!" 

"Ahahahaha!" Jin dashed forward, and Ragna leaped. As if waiting for Ragna to land, Jin swung his sword horizontally. A spike of ice formed, following the path of the sword, and silently flew towards Ragna.

"Damn it!" Swinging his sword faster than expected, Ragna shattered the flying ice with his broadsword, scattering the pieces. The shattered ice sparkled, and through the shards, Ragna swung his sword again. This time, it was aimed at Jin. The diagonally descending sword was dodged by the leaping Jin. Ragna stepped forward and swung horizontally. The heavy blow was deflected by Jin's smoothly wielded sword, its power diminished.

The grating sound of sliding metal was unpleasant to the ears. Hearing this, Jin jumped lightly. From a twisting jump, he delivered a kick aimed at Ragna's temple. Ragna raised his arm to block the hard boot. He flipped his wrist, grabbed Jin's leg, and threw him to the floor.

Just before kissing the polished mirror surface, Jin landed on his hand on the scabbard and used his long legs to brake. His white cheeks were flushed with heat. His eyes gleamed with excitement and were wet.

"This is fun... isn't it, brother? Spending time with you is so much fun." 

"Shut up. I'm not having any fun at all!" With every look at that face, Ragna's irritation grew. With every sound of that voice, rage churned and stuck within him. "Aaaaaaaaaah!" Unable to contain himself, he bared his teeth like an animal and tried to punch Jin again. But something suddenly grabbed his leg.

"What the--!?"

It was ice. The cold air that had surged up from his feet enveloped Ragna's body, solidifying on the surface and immobilizing him.

"Damn it..." Struggling to move his immobile body, Ragna saw Jin, riding on the ice, approaching him instantly. With a crazed smile, he swung his Yukianesa.

"Brother!" A laugh filled with joy accompanied the slash.

With all his might, Ragna broke free from the ice, which scattered as snow around him. Immediately after, Yukianesa caught Ragna's body in a diagonal slash. The cold blade tore through his thick flesh.

A momentary sound of something being cut and wet splattered, followed by Ragna's scream. The impact of the slash caused Ragna's feet to stumble back a step. But instead of continuing to retreat, he planted his feet and grabbed Jin's collar.

"Don't fuck with me... you little shit!" He pulled Jin towards him with all his strength. In his other hand was a broadsword. He plunged the thick point of the blade into Jin's chest, which he had pulled closer. With the weight of his arm, he thrust the blade deep into Jin's chest, breaking his ribs.

The thrust was more like a punch than a pierce, sending Jin crashing into a pillar and knocking him to the floor. Yet, Jin stumbled to his feet almost immediately.

Ragna's strike had torn through the NOL uniform that doubled as his armor, staining the white shirt beneath Jin's coat crimson. 

Ignoring the spreading stain, Jin ran his white-gloved hand along the blade of Yukianesa. His fingers, sliding over the blade as if caressing something beloved, came away slick with Ragna's blood. Staring entranced at his red-stained hand, he slowly curled his fingers, as if squeezing it tighter.

"Ah... Ha, ha, ha... My brother... I'll kill you, I'll kill you. Over and over... Over and over, I'll kill you!" His eyes, wide open, locked onto Ragna with a fervent gaze. A mix of pleasure and murderous intent, a trembling desire filled his eyes.

Clutching his long, gaping wound, Ragna groaned in pain. A distant memory flickered in his mind for a moment. A time when nothing had happened, a memory from his childhood.

When they were still young, before the church burned and the sisters smiled, Jin had been a scaredy-cat, a sickly crybaby, but he had also been the kindest child.

Ah, ah. Anger clouded his vision. The wound, torn open by Yukianesa, burned fiercely.

Ragna mirrored the twisted smile in Jin's left eye, which was the same green as his own.

"Jin... You haven't changed one bit since then. Whether it's a phenomenon weapon or Yukianesa, I don't know, but you've gone crazy over some old toy, and you don't even realize what you've done! Because of you... Because of you!"

Everything had crumbled to ashes. Everything. The things he cherished, the things he had protected, the things he had wanted, the past, the future.

What a fragile thing it was. Jin, Saya, the sister. Unable to fend off the small madness, they were swallowed whole, changed, and ended without a fight.

He should have been stronger. He should have been able to protect them.

All he could do was destroy what was in front of him.

"... Ah, that's right. So I'll destroy you!" Shaking off his blood-stained hand, Ragna raised his right arm. A red, eye-like ornament embedded in the back of his hand blinked. His modified right eye throbbed.

"Destroy it," an inner voice seemed to whisper.

A black darkness ignited from his shoulder to his arm.

"Kill... Kill, kill! Ragnaaaaa!" Jin swung Yukianesa, plunging it into the floor. A violent tremor ran through him as ice shot out from where the blade had pierced, aiming for Ragna. Ragna's right arm met the sword. Darkness, racing down his arm like a flame, instantly enveloped the blade.

"I'll end it all with this... Azure Grimoire!" He swung his sword, cleaving the air. The darkness, released with the force of a sword pressure, captured Jin's ice and swallowed him whole, moving faster than the ice.

"Uwaaaaaaaaaaaah..." The darkness flung its prey away with the same force. Spat out like garbage, Jin lay sprawled on the floor, charred and soiled, his form so mangled it was impossible to tell where the blood ended and the fragments of darkness began. He gasped, trying to get up, but his body had clearly reached its limit. His hand, which had pulled itself back to his side and pressed against the floor, couldn't support his weight.

"Ha... Ha... Ha, ha..." Even as he lay there, Jin let out a ragged laugh. Ragna approached, looking down at Jin, who was trembling with spasmodic laughter. Jin looked up from beneath his tangled, dirty blond hair, a look of twisted pleasure in his eyes. "Brother... I have to... kill you..."

"Shut up," Ragna growled. The distorted laughter was grating. Ragna raised the sword he carried and pointed the tip downward. There was a time... when Jin had pointed the blade like this, and he was the one lying helpless. What had Jin felt as he swung Yukianesa down then? Yukianesa was still embedded in the frozen floor.

"Damn it!" Ragna exhaled roughly, his gut still churning with emotion. He had intended to finish him off, to end it all. But he couldn't bring himself to strike down at the back turned to him. 

"I'll deal with you later. Just stay here and rest, you shadow," he said, turning away and returning the sword to his side. By then, the anger that burned within him had subsided. It wasn't gone. He was still furious. But he didn't think he could quench it by plunging a sword into him. 

Without a word to Jin, Ragna began walking deeper into the branch. His goal wasn't Jin. It was the cauldron. That's why he was here.

"Hah… hah…" Clutching the diagonal wound, Ragna grimaced at the belated pain and headed for the elevator that descended to the lower levels. Jin watched the retreating red back, crawling on the cold floor. As if nothing else existed, his eyes moved involuntarily, burning the stark red into nothingness.

When the figure disappeared up the stairs, Jin put all his strength into the hand that was pressed against the floor, his arm trembling.

"Br...other..." He called out in a hoarse voice. As his body lifted slightly, a dark red stain spread across the floor. Every breath he took sent pain shooting through his body. But... But…

"Wait... Brother... No, don't... go..." He jammed his foot into the gap between his body and the floor, forcing himself to stand. His whole body creaked. So what?

Pain was insignificant. Trivial.

"B-Brother...!" As if searching for the back that had already disappeared from view, he took a shaky step forward. Jin, with a crimson stain spreading from his chest, gripped the Yukianesa, a sword plunged into the floor, tightly.