Forsaken

Chapter 1

Authors Note: This story takes place during the night at Heimdall after Zelos' betrayal.

Sheena sat up in her bed and yawned. It was late at night and she couldn't even fall asleep. Through her window she saw someone standing outside towards the benches, alone.

"Is that Zelos?" she said to herself. No it couldn't be. He looked too different to have any resemblance of Zelos. Despite the fact that it could have been some random stranger she was too wide awake to sleep.

She took a step outside and froze. It was Zelos. Only that he looked different. He wore different clothes. Robes of dark blue. Almost like Kratos'. It didn't match him or his personality well. His hair was still kept the same way though, headband and all.

She walked quietly towards him. He had something to his lips that emitted a whistling sound. He was playing a linkite flute? Sheena shivered. It seemed so unlike him.

"What are you doing all by yourself at this time?" Sheena asked.

Zelos took the linkite flute away from his mouth but didn't turn around.

"Why does it concern you?" Zelos replied in a different tone. It was more deeper, and quieter. A more respectable tone.

Sheena was shocked. He was a totally different person. Surely the normal Zelos would have said something stupid or perverted like he always did.

Zelos started to play the flute again.

"So what's with the whole clothes changing thing?" Sheena teasingly asked.

Zelos stopped and turned towards her. He glared at her with ice cold eyes.

"You should know by now that my character before the betrayal was mostly faked." Zelos practically whispered. "I only acted the way I did to deceive the group. The clothes I wore, my improper references, were all done to keep the group off guard." Zelos continued.

"Oh." Sheena shifted uncomfortably. The current conversation wasn't on a friendly note. She desperately tried to change the topic.

"So...Where did you get the linkite flute."

"It was a gift from my mother before she was..." Zelos paused.

"What happened?"

"That day there was record snowfall in Meltokio. I went outside with my mom to play. The snow was red."

"Red?"

"With my mothers blood... She was murdered."

Sheena couldn't say anything.

"As my mother fell she gripped my shoulder and said: "You should have never been born." and then she collapsed."

"That's terrible! Why would sh-"

"She was right." Zelos said, cutting her off. "My existence is pitiful. I have been shunned and put down my whole life."

"Don't say that." Sheena said rather forcefully. "There are people in the world who look at you with love and caring,"

"For example?" Zelos said giving a quizzical look.

Sheena took up Zelos' hand.

"Me."

Sheena blushed. Maybe it was a bit to early to express her feelings for him. But then again, she had always loved him.

Zelos' eyes softened. He brushed Sheena's cheek with the tip of his fingers.

"I love you too Sh-"

Before Zelos could complete his sentence Sheena kissed him deeply.

They parted after a moment or two, arms still embraced.

"Its getting late." Zelos said. "Maybe you should get back to the inn and sleep. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow."

"Alright I'll be on my way." Sheena replied.

Zelos watched her walk back.

As she disappeared into the inn, Zelos brought the linkite flute up to his mouth once more...

Authors Note: I tried to emphasize on Zelos' serious side a bit more. Maybe I exaggerated a bit too much. Please R&R.

UPDATE: This fic is no longer a one-shot.