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This is a RP for myself and Rikku4everRiku

Naylor flashed a smile as he sat down behind Rose, scooting in just behind her, and wrapping his arms around her. He put his lips right behind her ear and whispered, "That's because it is." He said as her pulled her closer and whispered into her other ear, "It isn't hard to love you." He placed a kiss on her cheek, and snuck in a glimpse at her beautiful green eyes.

The stars above him let down a pristine glow even through the city lights somehow. It was a night that was meant to be stared at, but the will to do anything had left him so long ago. He was a shell now, an empty canister of a man who used to be name Mason Rayne Rinnera. His daze seemed to break for only a second as his hand slipped into his coat pocket, but quickly he was back to the same blank stare, and his hand dropped from his pocket. It was time to start mission: Heart Throb.

"It just is Rose." He smiled and his happiness slipped into his voice, "It just is." He couldn't imagine anywhere else he'd rather be. Rose had stepped into his life only seven months ago, but already they had developed such a tightly knit love. Ruling the rebellion was hard, righting the government was hard, but putting his love and compassion in Rose that was the easiest thing he had ever done. He didn't bother asking her why she loved him, he didn't care. She loved him and he loved her, that is all that mattered.

"I love you too my Rose." Naylor said as he strengthened his embrace on Rose. He let go of her with one of his arms and started to slowly reach into his pocket. He grasped what was going to be his future, and started to pull the tiny black velvet box out of his pocked. He found it peculiar that he didn't feel nervous at all. He gave her a loving kiss then started to put his dreams in motion, "Rose." He allowed himself a small pause to absorb the moment, "Will yo-"

"It has been a while, both of you." Mason cut him off, he still held that emotionless blank face. He stood a good ten feet behind them.

Naylor stood up, making sure that neither Rose or Mason saw the ring box. Mason was the last person he wanted to see. He knew of him, and he knew of his former relationship with Rose, but he also knew that Rose didn't know that Mason knew him personally. "What are you doing here?" He asked.

"Rose." Mason's face looked at conflict with itself. "I..." His face straightened out into a grim stare. "I have been sent her to finish the job." He said as he pulled out a kantana. Psychic operatives used swords when fighting other psychics since bullets were useless against telekinesis.

"You don't want to do this Mason." Naylor said with a deadly tone as he prepped his body and mind.

Mason lashed out with the sword, still being ten feet short, but he used his modified sword to focus, condense, and wield his psychic energy into a more deadly manner. As he swung downward it sent out a continuation of the slash that traveled onward and towards the two of them.

Naylor jumped out of the way the only sensible way too, which was the opposite way that Rose would need to jump. He had separated them. Naylor knew that Mason wouldn't act like this alone. He had to be being controlled somehow, and he had hoped that being controlled in such a way would conflict with his ability to fight and reason. It hadn't. Naylor sent out a wave of his own psychic energy towards Mason that was much less condensed then the sword's version of the attack. Mason seemed to parry the attack with the sword.

This time Mason used a large sideways slash to effectively target both of them and then some. A successful dodge would require either jumping over or ducking under the attack. Naylor jumped up using a psychic boost and ended up a story in the air.

Mason got off the ground in an elaborate move in which he spun around and sent his own waves of psychic energy out through every limb, canceling out Rose's attack and sending out a few of his own in random directions. He was on his feet as Naylor plummeted towards him. Mason sent out an upwards attack with one hand that seemed to punch Nalyor in the stomach and send him surging back from where he came. Naylor landed hard on the ground but quickly got back up. Mason had diverted his attention back to Rose. He sent out a flurry of psychic sword slashes her way. A nearly undodgable puzzle of slashes flew her way her way. Mason turned around just in time to parry another psychic wave from Naylor.

Naylor had seen these moves before, they were the moves trained to the government operatives who were sent to kill other psychics. The government assassins. He knew them, because he used to be one himself.

"No!" Naylor yelled out as Rose grasped on to Mason. He knew some of the moves Mason was inevitably taught, and knew that skin on skin contact was a bad idea. Simply locking eyes with a psychic made it easier for them to get into your head, but touching them was almost like inviting them in, especially if they were trained assassins. As Mason recovered from Rose's attack he used the advantage to send an unbearable psychic screech through Rose's cognitive thought. Mason then easily pulled away from her grasp which stopped the immediate effect of the screech, but the pain still resonated.

Naylor took his chance. He charged Mason, stay quiet as he did. When Mason turned to face Naylor it was too late. Naylor's shoulder made solid contact with Mason's chest and the impact launched Mason off the side of the building.

As he fell Mason got control of his own body back. He looked below him to see what looked like a hundred stories left to fall. He looked back up to the top of the building and saw Naylor and Rose looking down at him. Tears started to flow out of his eyes and lift off us face as he fell. Not because of the eminent death, but because of his previous actions. He had tried to kill the only person he had ever actually loved.

In a last ditch effort he focused all of his psychic energy on himself, the single hardest thing a psychic can do, and tried to slow himself down. It was working, but the strain generate was the worst pain he had ever felt in his life. It was like he could feel parts of his mind get torn from the rest of it. He let go of himself psychically as he gently laid himself down in a dark alley. The last thing he saw before he blacked out was that night sky. The last thing he remember thinking was how much he want to look at those stars with Rose.