This could be our last moment on earth, and there's no-one I'd rather be with. Zeroshii.
A new writing piece I'm playing with. Warnings for gratuitous child!Zeroshii in later chapters. Oh, and blood.
Eyes closed, eyelashes stuck together by half dried blood, the woman still looked beautiful to Zelos. It wasn't his first thought, far from it with the current situation. Still the passing notion floated past him, bringing him back to a thousand other thoughts. A thousand other moments where he should have been running or concentrating or anything other than admiring the ninja hunched against the rockface.
This had to rank up as one of the worst moments though as the redhead rifled through his bag anxiously. A few panacea bottles, an orange gel and a blanket. Real useful after an ambush by the monsters that had swarmed Tethe'alla.
Kharlan beasts, the papers of Meltokio called them. Horrible creatures that hadn't existed until a few years after the new Tree had been born. Which meant of course, that the 'heroes of the two worlds' were to blame for it. Again. Which meant Sheena trying to fix the problem by going off on some suicide mission to destroy them because so much time around Lloyd had finally made her just as crazy as him.
Growling under his breath, Zelos unfolded the blanket, wrapping it around the half-conscious female, already wrapped in bandages to cover the wounds his first aid hadn't cured.
The motion caused her to stir, one brown eye opening enough to look at him. "Zelos?" she managed to murmur, hand lifting in his direction, "What-"
Raising a hand to silence her, he pulled off his trademark smile the best he could. "Good, you're still awake hunny," he chirped, wincing as she attempted to smack at him, "I need you to stay like that, alright?"
Disorientated still, her lips parted again, a drop of blood sliding past from the movement. "Is Orochi... okay?"
Losing some tension in her face, Sheena relaxed as he nodded. "He's finding help," the chosen offered up, knowing there was no light way to explain the situation. They were, for lack of a better word, screwed. Brown eye shutting again to match the blood covered one; the woman began to drift off, only to have her eyelid parted, a worried looking redhead staring into it.
Smiling at her bewildered response, Zelos grinned slightly, backing off. "You smacked your head pretty hard earlier," he explained, not wanting to explain how she'd fallen after being snuck up upon. The ninja would hardly appreciate that, "We wouldn't want your pretty little head to have a concussion, would we?"
Bobbing her head slightly, Sheena leant back against the rock wall, defeated. "Tell me a story," she demanded suddenly, "Like when we were kids."
"Before you were so voluptuous?" he chimed in, raising his arm apologetically as she glared, a hand lifting to smack him, "I mean, back at the Research Institute?" Waiting for her nod, he sighed, sitting back slightly.
"Alright," he mumbled, thinking of an idea, "Okay. This story starts fifteen years ago, in a little place I like to call Meltokio," he started off, "where a really cool, and admittedly slightly spoiled Chosen named Zelos lived. It had been raining for the week before it, meaning he was unable to bask in his followers' attention, so he was excited to be able to roam around the city. He wasn't expecting a surprise that day though. The one that changed his life forever."
Attempting to chuckle at the final emphasized word, Sheena cringed before waving him on slightly, "Go on."
No, it isn't cut off. The story'll continue on the next chapter. Promise.
Josiy x