Let's go ahead and knock this out of the way
Disclaimer: I do not own Ragnarok Online, and it's probably for the best.

And, thank yous for Ayame, my awesome beta reader, who stole my commas... ;-;

Kay, I'm done rambling. Enjoy

Time and Space

Chapter I: Angel

The assassin cross descended down the dark hall, the only noise was the tapping of her heeled boots against the stone floor; She walked past the many doors, until she came to the last one in the left, to which she tapped with her metal plated gloves softly, before she let herself in. Inside, the scarlet haired woman found a male assassin cross, sitting in what seemed to be a very comfortable armchair, with a lemon haired rogue perched in his lap, facing him, with her arms wrapped around his neck.

"Chishio," He smiled as he forced the blonde out of his lap and stood up, taking a few steps toward the crimson haired girl.

She let her emerald eyes graze over his features. "Hello, Xion. Aika said that you sent for me?"

"Indeed I did." The male, Xion, wrapped his arms around her waist, drinking in her sweet scent as he whispered into her ear. "Do you remember the treasure I mentioned?"

"Yes." She responded at a normal volume, ignoring his embrace.

"Excellent. I will send you to retrieve it tonight, if that's all right, Chi."

"That's fine, who will be accompanying me?

"You'll be going alone." Xion told her, releasing her and placing a finger underneath her chin, tilting her head up, so that her eyes met with his. "You're the only one I can fully trust."

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The coffee haired male closed the door leading to his bedroom softly, then walked to the door across from his; she'd fallen asleep and forgot to lock it again. Xion let himself in and closed the door quietly as he gazed over at the girl, sleeping on the king sized bed in the best room of the castle; Her room was even better that his with it's lavish furnishings, a large bed with satin sheets in a shade of crimson – her favorite color – and soft down pillows. Connected to the room was a bathroom just for her, with both a shower and a large bathtub that had massaging air jets installed; he had hoped that one day she would allow him to share her room with him, and this bathroom, especially the bathtub, with her in it with him, of course.

He walked over to the bed, where she still laid sleeping and climbed into it, leaning over the sleeping angel, his sleeping angel. Xion watched her roll over onto her back and prayed that she wouldn't wake up and find him like this. Perhaps she would welcome him if she did, and let him lay with her, with his arms locked around her slender frame, letting him inhale her scent and feel her heart beat and her rhythmic breathing; surely he would be able to die happy then. However, he knew this girl, and had for six years, since he was seventeen, and he knew this would not be the case; Chishio would, to put bluntly, freak out and scream loud enough to wake the dead, and he would be forever known as not only the guild leader, but the guild pervert as well. But wait, he already was.

The assassin cross remembered how he met her years ago, when she was only thirteen. Baphomet had destroyed the small village in which the emerald eyed girl lived; not many had survived that day, including Chishio's mother. Xion had seen the girl sitting on the ground, in the middle of the village, which was in ruins, hugging her knees close to her, with tears streaming down her cheeks. He simply couldn't leave the young woman there, not crying. So he asked the crimson haired girl if she wanted to accompany him on his way to Amatsu, and to his surprise, she agreed. So much for not talking to strangers...

Xion ran a calloused hand through her scarlet hair, and leaned over her, letting his lips meet with hers.

"Mmmm..." He felt Chishio's arms around him as she rolled over onto her side so that she was facing him, holding his body close to hers; Xion, taking advantage of the fact that the girl was still asleep, wrapped his arms around the female and rolled over onto his back so that she laid on her front, on top of him, with her head on his chest, and her soft, silky legs falling between his. Chishio really was tiny, a foot shorter than Xion, and she fit against him so very well. Her arms were around his neck, cheek against his chest, with her nearly waist length hair cascading down over her arms, over his bare chest, and down onto the satin sheets.

The male had an arm around her waist and the other on the middle of her back, tracing a small circle against the short, silk nightgown she was wearing, which he guessed was a shade of crimson. Then he heard her sigh, and Chishio shifted a little, then he heard a small gasp, which was followed by her removing her arms from around him, and her cheek away from his chest, which was replaced by a pair of elbows; Then he heard a clap.

Dammit. Why did he have to get those kinds of lights installed for her?

Light chased away the darkness and the moon which shone in through the window; now the male could see her asparagus hued eyes, blushing cheeks, and her bewildered expression.

"Chi," he said gently, placing a few wisps of hair, which had fallen into her face, behind her ear.

The girl bolted off of him and out of the bed, standing beside it, and gazed down at the current situation: Xion. In his boxers. In her bed. "Why are you... What did... Why...?"

"Chishio..." He sat up, letting his legs hang off the bed.

"WHAT DID YOU MAKE ME DO!?" She screamed, and burst into tears.

He stood up and wrapped his arms around her. "Shh... Chi."

The female screamed again, equally as loud. "NO!"

"Chishio." Xion whispered; he had promised himself that he would never raise his voice at her. "I didn't do anything to you. I swear, I didn't touch you."

"But you.. And you're dressed like that, and I'm..."

"Chi. I woke up and wanted to check on you, and you fell asleep with the door unlocked," the sapphire eyed male responded. "I've know you for six years, and have I ever done anything to you?"

The female assassin gazed at him. "No. But you do... Things... With the others. And maybe it's only a matter of time before you get me too."

Chishio had never seen such a painful expression from Xion in her life. "Chi, I don't do anything to them. They do everything to me, because they think it'll get help them move higher up in the ranks."

"Does it work?"

Xion was getting annoyed. "Answer me this. Who's my second in command?"

"Me." Chi responded.

"And have we ever done anything?" he asked.

"No..."

"There's your answer, Angel." Xion said softly.

"Angel?"

The chocolate haired assassin let out a sigh. "Yes, Angel."

Chishio didn't question him further, so he held her close to him, and whispered. "I did steal a kiss from you, though. May I have another?"

The female only gazed up at Xion, letting their eyes meet.

"I'm not doing anything else to you without your permission, Chi." Xion smiled and kissed her forehead. "I'm going to bed, perhaps you should rest for a few more hours before you leave."

Mmmm'kay so. I pretty much have this entire thing mapped out in my head (Thanks to my beta reading slave). However, I haven't decided which way this thing'll go. I'm debating between two endings, but I'll figure it out. Chapter 2 is coming, I promise.

Also, I haven't written anything in a while so, bear with me, and reviews would be very, very appreciated.