First Slayers fic. I know it's bad, I'm fully aware of
that fact, which really makes me wonder why I'm posting it, but I just am. I
don't own slayers. I don't claim to. Please don't sue. All you'll get is a cd
player, a mass of old cd's (If I lose my meatloaf cd's, I'm going to be VERY
upset) a blanket (even more upset) and a fish named Gomamon's Marching Fishes
Attack (Beyond all concepts of upset). Anyway, I know that it doesn't say Filia's
name in it, But Filia is the Golden Dragon he is referring to.
Dance
I sit across the tavern, looking at her. Golden hair
cascading down her back, flipping ever so often as she whirled around the open
floor. Her dress curled around her legs as she turned again, then fanned as she
turned again, linking hands with those next to her. She'll never know how
beautiful she looks, so carefree. I wish that I could see this side of her more
often. She dances her way through the crowd, laughing, smiling, singing.
Thinking of nothing but the simple dance she was performing. She loved festivals.
Loved to dance, to sing, to set free her worries. I love to watch her like
this. I never join in. Mazoku don't dance. Mazoku don't sing. Mazoku do nothing
but cause pain in others.
They dance
long into the night. The music, jumping from note to note with a ferocity that
demanded one to dance and sing along, drifted through the town so it could be
heard from every corner. People dance in the streets, in the taverns and in the
homes. Where I sit, alone in the corner, I watch everyone. There are no dark
feelings for me to feed from, so I chose to sit quietly with my drink. They
dance together, Lina, Gourry, Amelia, and even the chimera, Zelgadis. I still
don't see how they managed to get him to dance. Without his cloak even. But it
doesn't seem to matter in this place. Nothing seems to matter to these people
as they play. These seem to be very care free-
"Xellos!"
My thoughts are interrupted by a tall brunette next to me. I recognize her as a
hyperactive waitress we had met earlier in the evening. She gracefully sits in
the chair across form me, and rests her chin on her hands. "Why aren't you
dancing? And if you say that it's a secret, I'm going to force you."
"Mazoku
don't dance."
"I've heard
that one before. C'mon."
She somehow
manages to drag me onto the floor, others clearing to fit us into the dance
pattern. At first I move clumsily, trying to convince her that I didn't want to
be there, but she ignores me, and all around us, the people dance with
patience. They seem to be used to forcing people to dance. After only a few
moments, I lose site of my travel companions, and the golden dragon I watch so
often. Choosing the easy way out, I follow the proper steps, planning to drop
out as soon as I saw an opening. Spinning with the group, I become just one
more swishing cloak, one more figure entangled in the dance. Trading partners,
I move onto the next maiden, a small blonde, and repeat the steps. Two others,
and then a chance to break out. Just as I turn to my table, my next partner
stops me with a hand on my arm.
"Don't even
think about it Xellos, this is my turn."
I turn, and
see my little golden dragon smiling up at me. I smile with my closed eyes, take
her hand, and spin her around the floor. I didn't think that she would enjoy
dancing with a Mazoku, especially me, but she seemed to be truly enjoying
herself. Perhaps all these people around are rubbing off on her. Race, gender,
past mistakes are all forgotten. Nothing matters but the dance.
I break her
away from the group, dancing out onto the street, where more people dance and
celebrate. She looks at me questioningly, but is quickly swept back into the
dance and music. She laughs as we move, but her happiness doesn't do me any
harm. I don't understand. Perhaps it is just the town we are in, the festival,
I don't know, but there is a magic at work here.
We dance
long into the night, just enjoying each other's company. No words spoken, but
all secrets revealed. As the music went on, it slowed, so in the end, we stood,
holding each other, wanting nothing more than to stay that way forever. As the
music finally stops, the sky is brightening with the promise of a new day. Our
eyes meet, and I feel myself drowning in the beautiful pools of blue. Slowly,
Tentatively, she stands on tiptoes to reach me, and lightly brushes her lips
against mine. I am surprised at this. I had not expected her to want to dance
with me, let alone kiss me.
"You
shouldn't… the music… there's magic…" She silences me with another, firmer,
kiss.
"The music
is a truth spell. For those who have trouble telling the truth of their
feelings. I guess I needed it just as much as anyone else did."
I look at
her, studying every aspect of her face, looking for any chance that she may be
lying to me, that this is just a cruel joke. Finding nothing, I smile. A very
truthful smile, with my eyes open. Leaning down, I kiss her, finding solace in
the knowledge that I would no longer have to hide my feeling from her with my
closed eyes and mocking smile. I could have her. I did have her.