Dark Oath 01: Zelgadiss
by Soleo
Disclaimer: I don't own Slayers, or anything really for that matter. Don't sue me, you won't get anything (except lots of bills for lawyers fees). This story will have shounen-ai and if I can get myself to do it more than that will happen. Nothing like that so far in the story, and I will say if and when it's going to appear. This is my first Slayers fic, so if the characters are a little ooc, I didn't mean it. Enjoy.
I didn't have a real father figure growing up. My father left for war and died in battle. That left my mother to care for me and my older brothers. The only other figure I had was my Grandfather/Great-grandfather Rezo. I adored him. Even though I was the runt and sickly, he would come and cheer me up. He brought me presents and told me stories of strong people doing courageous things. I could always hear him coming. The staff that he carried announced him everywhere he went. I used to love the sound of that staff coming. It meant that, just for a little while, I was the center of someone's world. I felt like the most important person when he would be with me. That's why I needed to get strong. So I could be with him, and protect him from bad people.
I used to love the sound of his staff. Now, if I hear one, I feel like blowing up the town and gutting the unfortunate priest. Strange, how one sound could send me over the edge.
~~*~~
When he was finally gone, the first time, I thought that would end my suffering, my need for revenge. He was gone and nothing I could do would bring him back so I could kill him again. I let my grief, anger, and guilt build. There was no way to vent my frustrations. My 'friends' wouldn't really understand. They weren't betrayed by their closest relative. So I left them, to search out a way to relieve my tension, not as I'd told them; to look for a key to change me back.
I knew from the start that I would never find my 'cure'. Rezo never planned on needing to return me to my former body, so he never made an undo spell. Since I was family he knew I could be trusted. And he trusted me greatly, more than Eris thought he did. He would talk to me constantly, telling me about how a certain spell worked, or just what he was feeling at the time. I was his confidant. He told me, in one of his bouts of depression, that what he had done to me was irreversible. He had asked for my forgiveness, but I couldn't give it to him. He never asked for it again.
~~*~~
I couldn't believe what Eris had done after Rezo had left her. Creating a copy of a person, just so she wouldn't be alone anymore; so she wouldn't have to feel discarded. The thought of her sickens me, even to this day. When I saw the copy it brought all my feelings to the surface again and I swear I heard my Grandfather screaming in rage from the other side. He wasn't the real Rezo, I know that, but I still felt the loss when he died.
I went out on my own again then, telling the others I was still looking for a reversal spell for my condition. Being with Lina-tachi made me more depressed then being on my own.
I was looking for peace, and never finding it, I moved on. Always, it was just out of my reach.
~~*~~
When I, once again, joined up with Lina-tachi I had almost stopped looking for it. I was now looking for the ultimate spell and I had dedicated myself to becoming a hardened swordsman. I wouldn't let anything get to me. There was nothing that could get behind my shell and mask of indifference. That's what I thought at the time.
Then He showed up. I hated him. He pushed all my buttons 'till I wanted to scream, then pushed them some more. And what's more he was a priest. Not the same type as Rezo, but by then I wasn't really distinguishing them any more. All priests infuriated me. Being so nice on the surface, then stabbing you in the back and calling you a monster later. I wanted to kill him, to wipe that stupid grin off his face, and make him eat his own heart while I watched. If I knew then what I know now I would have hit him harder, and more often.
He followed us around for a while. Using us for his own purposes and having us go on wild goose chases, and wasting time. It was during this time that he started breaking down my carefully constructed wall that kept out the world. Every evening that we camped under the stars he would talk to me. The others were always asleep at this time, so we were undisturbed. He talked mostly about pointless stuff, but every now and again something important would slip into the conversation.
I remember one night I was especially angry with him, so I was pretending to be asleep. He'd sat across the fire from me, just staring at me with his eyes open. I felt slightly disturbed with his open eyes upon me, but I still started to fall asleep. I was about to really dose off when he whispered something. It wasn't meant to be heard, but I have better hearing than most humans. He'd said one word. I'd thought he was talking about the sky, or the fire, but he was still staring straight at me. That was the first time I'd ever been called gorgeous.
I was so shocked that I opened my eyes all the way and stared back at him open-mouthed. He didn't seem surprised that I'd heard him.
end part one
by Soleo
Disclaimer: I don't own Slayers, or anything really for that matter. Don't sue me, you won't get anything (except lots of bills for lawyers fees). This story will have shounen-ai and if I can get myself to do it more than that will happen. Nothing like that so far in the story, and I will say if and when it's going to appear. This is my first Slayers fic, so if the characters are a little ooc, I didn't mean it. Enjoy.
I didn't have a real father figure growing up. My father left for war and died in battle. That left my mother to care for me and my older brothers. The only other figure I had was my Grandfather/Great-grandfather Rezo. I adored him. Even though I was the runt and sickly, he would come and cheer me up. He brought me presents and told me stories of strong people doing courageous things. I could always hear him coming. The staff that he carried announced him everywhere he went. I used to love the sound of that staff coming. It meant that, just for a little while, I was the center of someone's world. I felt like the most important person when he would be with me. That's why I needed to get strong. So I could be with him, and protect him from bad people.
I used to love the sound of his staff. Now, if I hear one, I feel like blowing up the town and gutting the unfortunate priest. Strange, how one sound could send me over the edge.
~~*~~
When he was finally gone, the first time, I thought that would end my suffering, my need for revenge. He was gone and nothing I could do would bring him back so I could kill him again. I let my grief, anger, and guilt build. There was no way to vent my frustrations. My 'friends' wouldn't really understand. They weren't betrayed by their closest relative. So I left them, to search out a way to relieve my tension, not as I'd told them; to look for a key to change me back.
I knew from the start that I would never find my 'cure'. Rezo never planned on needing to return me to my former body, so he never made an undo spell. Since I was family he knew I could be trusted. And he trusted me greatly, more than Eris thought he did. He would talk to me constantly, telling me about how a certain spell worked, or just what he was feeling at the time. I was his confidant. He told me, in one of his bouts of depression, that what he had done to me was irreversible. He had asked for my forgiveness, but I couldn't give it to him. He never asked for it again.
~~*~~
I couldn't believe what Eris had done after Rezo had left her. Creating a copy of a person, just so she wouldn't be alone anymore; so she wouldn't have to feel discarded. The thought of her sickens me, even to this day. When I saw the copy it brought all my feelings to the surface again and I swear I heard my Grandfather screaming in rage from the other side. He wasn't the real Rezo, I know that, but I still felt the loss when he died.
I went out on my own again then, telling the others I was still looking for a reversal spell for my condition. Being with Lina-tachi made me more depressed then being on my own.
I was looking for peace, and never finding it, I moved on. Always, it was just out of my reach.
~~*~~
When I, once again, joined up with Lina-tachi I had almost stopped looking for it. I was now looking for the ultimate spell and I had dedicated myself to becoming a hardened swordsman. I wouldn't let anything get to me. There was nothing that could get behind my shell and mask of indifference. That's what I thought at the time.
Then He showed up. I hated him. He pushed all my buttons 'till I wanted to scream, then pushed them some more. And what's more he was a priest. Not the same type as Rezo, but by then I wasn't really distinguishing them any more. All priests infuriated me. Being so nice on the surface, then stabbing you in the back and calling you a monster later. I wanted to kill him, to wipe that stupid grin off his face, and make him eat his own heart while I watched. If I knew then what I know now I would have hit him harder, and more often.
He followed us around for a while. Using us for his own purposes and having us go on wild goose chases, and wasting time. It was during this time that he started breaking down my carefully constructed wall that kept out the world. Every evening that we camped under the stars he would talk to me. The others were always asleep at this time, so we were undisturbed. He talked mostly about pointless stuff, but every now and again something important would slip into the conversation.
I remember one night I was especially angry with him, so I was pretending to be asleep. He'd sat across the fire from me, just staring at me with his eyes open. I felt slightly disturbed with his open eyes upon me, but I still started to fall asleep. I was about to really dose off when he whispered something. It wasn't meant to be heard, but I have better hearing than most humans. He'd said one word. I'd thought he was talking about the sky, or the fire, but he was still staring straight at me. That was the first time I'd ever been called gorgeous.
I was so shocked that I opened my eyes all the way and stared back at him open-mouthed. He didn't seem surprised that I'd heard him.
end part one