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Chapter 1--Xellos?
"Another day, another coin," Filia murmured to herself as she twirled the silver coin on her finger from her most recent sale. She smiled dreamily at the silver pieces and dropped them into the pocket of her blue dress.
It had been a couple years since the Dark Star campaign and Filia was now comfortably settled. She had a pottery shop that was named The Crackpot Cafe. It was a joke, Filia smiled wryly at the thought, between the trickster priest and herself. But the real reason she had named it thus was to get a reaction out of the purple haired figure. It had been a confusing one to be sure, he had smiled, it seemed genuine, and called her a silly little dragon. Of course, she had promptly called him a baka namagomi and turned her back on him. But still, a joke was a joke, and Filia really didn't have the heart to change the sign.
As said before, Filia had done well for herself. The Crackpot Cafe had become a success in the landlocked village. The area was not far from the mountains and was pleasant with rolling green hills and large trees. Filia sold pottery, taught pottery throwing lessons, and served drinks and baked goods. It was a fun, cheerful little place, nestled safely on a little lane just beyond the market.
Filia hummed a small tune to herself; it was sad, but beautiful. It was the tune of the One Tin Soldier. It told of a village in a valley that was jealous of the wealth of a village on a mountain. The valley demanded the riches of the mountain, which promptly told the valley that they'd gladly share it with them. However, the valley was very greedy and waged battle on the unsuspecting mountain village, and everyone was slaughtered. When the valley people came to the rock that the treasure was hid underneath, they were unhappily surprised. Underneath the large rock was an inscription: Peace on Earth.
The money jingled in Filia's pocket as she carefully swept her little pottery cafe and cleaned up tables. She finished the dishes in the kitchen and made a bottle of warm milk. Sunset rays filtered through the kitchen window casting rich golden shadows and a slightly chilly summer breeze blew. Filia shut the windows downstairs and headed up to the second floor. The stairs creaked under her dragon weight. She reached the top and turned into the last left door down the hall.
Filia smiled at the sleeping ancient dragon. Val was snuggled in sky blue blankets that contrasted with his sea green hair. Filia went over to the crib and woke the sleeping babe. Val was less than a year old but soon he would start eating food, baby mush. Filia smiled at the demure little dragon that she held. A perfect angel... she thought with a sweet smile. Val finished his meal and Filia set him down in the crib again and wandered into her own room, just across the hall.
Filia stared out her window as the sky faded from the sunset. She sighed. Life was good, but something was missing. Yes, Filia's shop was a success, Jillas was an especially good helper around the house, and Val was the sweetest child Filia had ever known. But she was lonely for love, romantic love.
She thought back to Jillas's Mount Coranay with a snort. her companions had been paired up and the logical partner for her was Xellos. Filia wasn't exactly sure about what she felt for the trickster priest. Yes she had a respect for him, who couldn't after the Dark Star campaign? She had mostly acted and blushed the way she did because she was young and immature. She was very young for a dragon, and therefore impertinent. Suffice it to say, Filia had never really gotten past the outer attitude: I hate boys because they are icky. Xellos forced an issue she had never really dealt with. Sure, Xellos had destroyed a golden dragon clan, but that wasn't really the reason Filia was nervous. It was merely a cover. Xellos was too close physically for comfort. He invaded her personal space as it were and just riled her up.
Filia had really hidden a secret fantasy about Xellos. He was handsome and suave, no one could deny that. But no one could really ruffle his feathers. Only Filia, and that took some doing. It frustrated her that someone like him could have virtually no emotions. Perhaps Xellos did, but never showed them. So even if you did surprise him, you'd never know it because it was hidden so well. However, Filia fancied Xellos quite out of character. Denying his exterior facade and taking her up in his arms despite her protests and kissing her senseless. The idea ran shivers down her spine.
Yes, she needed a man who would ignore her protests and just kiss her. Xellos would never do that, it was just his character. To expect him to do that was like Filia saying Sore wa himitsu desu and giving a genki smile. No, Xellos could not really excite Filia the way she wanted. She was disappointed really. One who had that much power could certainly afford to be aggressive. But no, he was forever the trickster, a hermit pulling strings to amuse himself. The world was his puppet, as long as he played nice according to his decrepit dark lord's rules. Stupid lord that lived in the north or some such nonsense
Filia longed to say his name aloud, but wishing aloud for Xellos was like wishing for cockroaches. Once he came, he never left. Filia couldn't want him here. He just caused her pain, she wanted fantasy Xellos, the one who was aggressive and passionately loved her. She didn't want real Xellos, the mazoku who was nonchalant about everything and wasn't assertive when needed.
Filia sighed in frustration and tugged at her long bangs wrapped around her finger. It was dark now and Filia was sitting in the dark. "Light" and the room was illuminated in a soft glow. Filia changed for the night and laid down in her bed and drifted off to sleep.
Filia was dimly aware of it being morning and was quite warm nestled under her feather comforter. She felt a presence beside her with a warm arm wrapped around her, snuggled against her. It stroked her hair and whispered affectionate words. Xellos... she thought longingly. A minute later, the bed shifted and the springs squeaked as if someone had gotten out of the bed. Filia wanted the comforting presence back and flung her arm out in the direction to stop the presence from going. Her arm dropped and slapped her side. Her eyes shot open and darted around the room to reveal that no one was in there with her. She sat up, confused for a moment.
Who had the presence been? Filia wished it was Xellos with all her heart, but it couldn't have been. He would have never done something like that. Would he? "Xellos," she murmured softly, tears forming in her eyes. A tear ran down her cheek. She laid back down and let sleep claim her for a couple more hours...