Tiger lilies and geranium, for you are a fool,

Now your two, and you will beg for your primroses,

Won't you?

“Dr. Lisa Cue interviewing and examining…” There was a pause, the room silent besides the enraged Being, trapped within a crystal cylinder cage, banging bloodied fists against the wall. “Or… trying to examine #IG1, it is contained, displaying clear signs of anger but strangely no distress. Catching it and containing it took roughly around 1 and a half moons and it’s containment was only successful thanks to the galactic squad in the Aerial District. For a—”

“RĘŁËÆŠE ŸŒŪ MØRTÆŁ!¡!” Bellowed the Being, baring stained black teeth. Dr. Cue barely moved her head to look at the Being, continuing to speak. “—Strange reason, #IG1 only reacts towards the title ‘DarkPeace’, and appears to know very little Common.” Dr. Cue rose to her feet, moving to circle around DarkPeace’s containment. 

DarkPeace snarled like a feral Beast, ramming it’s shoulder into the crystal cage over and over again. Light and shadows coiled off it’s body, moving to lull and wrap around DarkPeace’s legs like long wispy cats. “It was found on the highest moon point of the 16th cycle, it is not from any of the quadrants, it’s location is yet to be discovered. Could it possibly come from space? It clearly has a high level of intelligence, so it’s a Being.” Dr. Cue mused, studying DarkPeace as she carried out a checklist, ignoring the Being in the cage. 

“But with how…. enraged it is, could it be devolving back into a beast? Or… could it be corrupt?” Dr. Cue continued, pausing. “But…. if it is corrupt, what to do with a Being so savage? This would be a perfect opportunity to test Life-Force separation.”

“RĘŁÊÅŠĒ¡!!” Shrieked DarkPeace, it’s voice getting louder every second it was ignored. “Beginning Life-Force separation.” Dr. Cue said, walking to sit back in her chair. Wires shot out of the roof of the crystal cage, attaching to DarkPeace’s near pitch black skin. DarkPeace made a noise like glass shattering, snapping aggressively at the wires. 

Sparks crackled off the wires, and a mist began to form in the cage. DarkPeace’s growls of annoyance began to grow painful, till it was shouting out in pain, throwing itself at the cage wall. Banging it bloody fists, smearing dark blue blood on the transparent wall. The fog got denser and denser until you couldn’t see DarkPeace no longer, it’s shouts now seeming to double and increase in volume until it was like two Beings yelling.

It desperately pressed a bloody hand to the crystal, and it slowly slid down the wall. There was a thud, and complete silence for the first time since DarkPeace had been caught. “Life-Force separation completed.” Dr. Cue said with a smirk, watching as the fog cleared.

The mist was sucked out by long twining tubes, and Dr. Cue leaned over to stare excitedly at the two stirring Beings. They were near identical, warm coffee bean skin with curly dark brown hair. Loose gowns of black and white silk with embedded crystals hung loosely from the Beings skin, and they were slow to open their mismatched eyes. 

Both had a leather like patch wrapping from the underneath of their eyes up to the top of their eyes, one was black and the others was white. Their eyes were opposites, dark blue and light blue on the right, light red and dark red on the left, and too, their irises were not the same, black and white per eye, and different to the other. Long wire-like curling tails looped around the legs, and Dr. Cue picked up that they were perfect halves of a crown, ironic given real crowns hovered above their heads, the black one’s bathed in glowing red, the white one’s bathed in soft blue. 

“Aren’t you two interesting?” Hummed Dr. Cue, tapping her knuckles against the glass, making the one in the white gown whimper and flinch and the one in black growl softly, pulling the other closer. “There are two subjects, both near identical besides facial marking, tail tips and clothing that seemed to have appeared. Subjects seem confused, unsure of their existence. They will be separated for more testing. More later.” 

Dr. Cue turned off her recorder, placing it down to smirk wickedly at the two young looking Beings. They were both clinging to each other, the white one burrowing its face into the black one's chest, who bared sharp white teeth. Interesting, since DarkPeace had black teeth. 

Dr. Cue pressed a button on the dashboard, watching as a new fog filled the crystal cage. The one in white whimpered and started making panicked noises as the one in black snarled and snapped at the mist, causing it to be the first to fall under the anesthetics. Once they had both passed out Dr. Cue called the security, ordering them to take the halves of DarkPeace and put them in separate containment cells. 

The two Airians had to physically pull the two black and white beings apart, which began to writhe and whine without the touch of each other. They were taken to dark metal cells and dumped into them, separated, isolated, alone.

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The black one was the first to stir after hours of staying still. They laid still, only the softest call echoed their throat, searching for the other within the pitch blackness of the cold cell. He… they? Shouldn’t… shouldn’t there be more of him? Of them?? Pain- it coursed through their body,...... it felt like they-he was, no, HAD been torn in two. His head hurt, throbbed, and there were echoes of ….. What he used to be? Was he different before? Where was the other- Ying. Where is Ying??? Another call, more desperate this time. 

Ying, his other half! He needed his other half!!!! 

Wait. other…. Half? But … he was himself. He was a whole…. Right???

Power, they held it in their hands, the ability to create, to destroy, a plague of selfishness and peeked insanity, brinking on a false belief. They were one, they would stand, would tower, the feeling of pleasure at fear, the fury at being captured. They would snarl and snap at everything, completely animalistic. 

He- no….  Yang. That was his name.. How he knew, they did not know. Yang groaned, an unfamiliar noise as he clutched his head in his hands, sitting up on the cold hard metal floor, pain boiling in the back of his brain. There was a dragging feeling, a pulling, a longing, for the other. He knew, he was certain. They would be soft and shy, detached from reality. Paletted in white, the colour he craved to see, but would not touch. That was Yings colour. He would not steal Yings colour. 

He was the strong one. He was meant to protect them, be beside them, care for them. Like brothers….  Whispered a soft part of his brain that he didn't recognise. He tilted his head back and called out again, and this time the sound was like nails on a chalkboard, a panicked screeching noise that only echoed the room and made his head throb more. 

He needs Ying! He needed him so they could be together, so he could protect them, so they could be them, Yang- he- they, they weren’t complete without the other!!!! He needs Ying!!!!! There was pressure on his chest. They were rasping, breaths inhaled and exhaled too fast, too ragged.

A voice quelled at the back of his head. Pathetic, I can't even breathe properly. I could flick my wrist, and I wouldn't even have to breathe at all. What have they done to me? Do they think this will stop me!? I will be back, and I will kill every last one of them!!!

Yang hiccupped, semi stung by the words that seemed so familiar yet so wrong. Was that them? Before? Was there a before??? What was even happening????? Where were they???? 

Why… Why was Yang so alone?