So, this is my first Slayers fanfiction. I'd typed it up a while, but I recently received Slayers TRY on DVD for the holidays and I just watched the first six episodes today. It prompted me to publish this. I'm gonna go write another chapter after this. I've pretty much decided that the chapters will all be connected- as in, one story- but you never know.

I love Slayers!

Yeah, so...

Yeah.

Summary: Zelgadis muses on what exactly makes Amelia special to him.

Chapter Rating: I'm pretty sure I can safely call this one a K.

Dedication: David Moo- in case no one knows who he is, this guy is the voice actor for Xellos. x) This is to you, buddy; 'cause you gave me and my friends a good laugh today on the IM.

Song: Beautiful, by Akon

She was special.

It wasn't as though he knew it; more that he felt it. Or maybe it was both. He never knew anymore... He didn't know when he realized it, either; just how special she was. Just, one day, he might have seen her in a different light.

So many complications... And it wasn't just her, as a whole, but every little thing about her amazed him. He didn't know why, either; why exactly he found her so intriguing. It could have been this; it could have been that... He just didn't know.

He considered himself to be a very analytical, thoughtful person, and right he was. Often he'd stay up and just think; think about her, mostly, and dissect every single thing he thought. He could easily give an impromptu speech on them all- not that his personality would allow it, but that was irrelevant.

It didn't have to be one particular incident, either. Of course, those were important, but... Every time she smiled that cute little smile of hers, especially at him, he couldn't help wanting to smile back. Or when she looked confused... She was so naïve, but yet, at the same time, very bright. And when she understood something, she looked so proud of herself- Almost, but not quite, like his other friend did. His other friend was much slower...

And she was so optimistic. She enjoyed the simple things in life; very easy to please. And she always tried to look on the bright side, but she could get so emotional, too. For instance, when she heard the story about the cook's dead granddaughter, or when she thought her father had died... She, although it might have been hard to believe at times, had her serious side, too. And she shared it with him, sometimes- something he felt, while not to be conceited, that she didn't share with just anyone. And her determination, her enthusiasm, well... If she wanted something done, she'd get it done!

Or maybe it was her innocence that got to him. That could be it. She always thought everyone had a least a little good in them, always trying to make friends... But she was gullible, and so trusting, too. If someone told her something, while someone else told her another... Even if one were an obvious lie, she wouldn't know what to do. It made him want to protect her; so many people could take advantage of her.

He couldn't deny that she was pretty, either. Maybe that was it. Beauty had always fascinated him, even more so after he'd changed into... Well, anyways, it had fascinated him. How it was so vain, and yet, people were always reaching for it, striving... Makeup, clothes, hair; it all was for beauty. And yet, he knew better than anyone that what was inside mattered most; for his few friends, his treasured companions, cared for him for that reason. After all, even he knew that he wasn't the most attractive person to ever walk the face of the earth.

And she was very pretty. Large, intense, childlike blue eyes, with long lashes. Midnight blue-black hair that framed her baby face perfectly. A well-built frame, athletic but still cute and petite. And she was short, too; every time he teased her about it she would blush and get embarrassed. She didn't use makeup or any kind of look-enhancing materials, either; she was naturally beautiful. And the most amazing part; she didn't even seem to know just how cute she was.

Or maybe the most interesting part was that she even bothered to interact with a... a hideous creature such as himself.

Perhaps it wasn't even any of that. Maybe it had to do with the different things that had happened, all of the adventures they'd shared. Like when she'd defended him in the fight against Shabranigdo, or when they'd cast that spell together.

And he wouldn't forget those times afterwards. When it turned out he'd been hired to assassinate/capture Seyruune's ambassador, and he'd been forced to fight her. Back then, he hadn't cared so much, but even still, some tiny part of him; buried deep underneath all of the other weak, human emotions he'd thrown out, nagged him about it. Don't do it, it said. Don't fight her... Can't you see how much it hurts her? He'd seen, on the surface, how determined and set she'd looked about beating him, but a small spark of sadness and wistfulness in her eyes had given away how much she didn't want to fight him. Because she was just so kind and sweet that way.

Or what about when he'd nearly drowned in the lake {Oh, how he hated water that he couldn't stand up in and still breath air! A body made of rocks can't exactly swim too well, if one thinks about it.}, and had passed out for a few moments. He'd been dragged on deck; by then, he'd woken, but hadn't bothered to open his eyes while gathering his thoughts and the fizzled, scattered bits of his consciousness. He'd heard them speaking, heard her suggest artificial respiration. He'd admit it, maybe what he'd done, pretending to be out still so that she would perform CPR on him, was a bit childish... Sneaky, immature, underhand-tactic-like, but still... The thought had seemed so tempting... At least until the captain tried it instead of her. Blegh. The memories still plagued his nightmares.

And yet another time was when her father had faked his own death. She'd been so upset, nothing like the girl he knew. He'd wanted badly to comfort her, to hold her and tell her it was all right, everything was all right, but... What could he do? What could he do? He hadn't interacted with people so well in the first place before he'd met his friends, and even after he had, he still couldn't that much. What could he do to comfort a crying, devastated, abandoned, lonely, heartbroken girl?

Or when he'd taken the blow during the fight with Gaav to save her. When she'd gotten up after landing, she'd seemed so horrified, so scared for him. She'd tried so desperately to save him; she couldn't bear to have his blood on her hands... Grotesque as it was, it touched him.

And it was unforgettable, that time that she died. She'd died in his arms, gripping them so tightly, her tears welling up in her eyes, but not falling. She'd gasped, choked with her last breath, that she was fine... That she would be okay... And then he'd shaken her lifeless body, trying so franticly to wake her up, knowing she wouldn't... He'd laid her down, emotions clouding his judgment, anger and rage, infuriating... He'd stood, glaring with fire in his eyes, more wrathful than he'd ever been, his bitter resentment towards Rezo for making him like this hardly able to compare. He'd rushed at that brat Phibrizzo, wildly charging, determined, no matter what, to kill him or die trying- maybe that was better; he could join her.

But then, after it was all over, she'd come back... she'd come back. He'd been so happy, so relieved; he might have been able to cry if he would have allowed himself. He'd been so terrified that she was gone, while he, he alone, would have to keep going...

He didn't know what it was about her, exactly. What made his head turn, his mind go blank, his world spin, his heart beat faster... Maybe it was her personality, or her beauty, or their journeys together...

Maybe he just loved all of it.

Song: Beautiful, by Akon

Yeah, it's the same song. Since I edited this and THEN decided to turn on my music, all I really had to do was put in the author's notes. And then I played this song again soooo...

There's the first chapter. I'll go work on the other one now. Bye!

Subaki-Chan out.