The cloud was trying to come to an understanding with Faust, but he seemed to have already understood what he needed to in his own way. He didn't listen to what it said, didn't take it seriously, and kept responding harshly.
"Did I scare you? If I did, I'm sorry, Faust."
"Who the fuck are you to scare me? Me."
"I just need you to listen to me."
No matter how much the cloud tried to talk, how could Faust trust someone who had tried to attack him just seconds ago?
"Everybody wants someone to talk to. Do I look like a therapist? Piss off."
The black cloud tried to speak again, but Faust had already picked his prey.
"Just li—"
Whoosh!
Faust exploded forward, launching off his right leg. He aimed his left hand straight at the center of the cloud, right where he guessed the heart would be—but it just passed clean through.
Huh? What the hell was that.
Anger might be a good weapon in battle… but trying to attack a cloud was a level of absurdity beyond human reason. A level that Faust could not understand because of his recent anger
"Seriously, Faust? You tried to rip out a cloud's heart? A cloud's. Cloud."
The black cloud was still staring at the spot where Faust had been standing before the attack. After all, he'd gone straight through it...no need to even turn around.
That mocking attitude pissed Faust off even more. When Faust got this mad, it usually wasn't good news for whoever was on the receiving end. But this time his opponent was a cloud. A cloud.
Still. Nothing gets in my way. I won't let him being a damn cloud stop me.
"Cloud!"
"...?"
Faust cupped one hand around his mouth. Then, deciding one wouldn't be enough, he slapped both hands up there.
He started laughing like a complete maniac. Full-on insane. Long and loud~
The cloud didn't understand a thing happening...
Yet, his mad laughter made sure, one last time, that the birds around him took flight.
"Hm...Huh?...What are you doing!?"
"P-P-Pardo— "
Faust just couldn't get himself to stop it and kept laughing like crazy.
The black cloud finally gave in to curiosity. It had no idea what was going on...and it couldn't figure it out either. Faust had just started laughing for no reason. Had he lost it? Only Faust knew the answer right then...
But Faust himself didn't know why he had started laughing too. The cloud wasn't the only one who thought he was losing his mind, Faust had the same exact idea. Was he really going insane?
Am I going crazy? Don't know why... B-But.... It doesn't stop!!
Faust planned to keep laughing, but the cloud had very different plans.
The cloud's silhouette started sharpening. It wasn't just some weird air aura around a random tall human anymore. It was taking real shape.
It shouted, it's voice high enough to stun Faust for a second
"Maybe THIS will convince you to listen to me."
The cloud had shifted from a vague outline into something unmistakably human. But it couldn't be random, right? After all, it'd done this hoping it'd finally make Faust pay attention. That was the only reason.
Faust watched the transformation at first with narrowed eyes, trying to make sense of it... trying to match it to someone. He figured there had to be a point, it wouldn't do this for nothingi would it?
What the fuck is this... wait a second?
His squinted eyes slowly widened in shock.
"Aah. No. No no no."
Faust was left in shock. Just seconds ago, the man who had been on the verge of bursting with laughter now stood with his mouth open after seeing the form the cloud had taken; his gaze sharpened and his pulse spiked.
"Will you listen to me now?"
As he reacted, he slammed his right foot into the ground hard enough to make it cave in...
"You son of a filthy woman. I won't even kill you. I'll just make sure you stay alive... right on the edge of death."
"Is that really what you think, Faust?"
"That's really what I think,"######."
"So you do remember the name."
Faust started walking toward the cloud. His steps were slow but heavy—the ground shook like there was an earthquake with every one.
Bam!...Bam!....Bam!....
He was angry… but it was clear that attacking wasn't his intention. It was as if it were something he didn't want to see. A door that shouldn't be opened. A memory that shouldn't be recalled.
"Easy there, Faust. You're shaking the ground."
They were face to face now. Faust was at least a foot taller, built bigger, but both of them carried the same cocky confidence.
Faust talked first with a sharp voice...
"Talk."
"As you wish..."