Opposite Gender

Author Note: This is my second time writing a Chaotic fan-fiction, so forgive me if I write anything out of context.

Warning: This fan-fiction will have some sexual content. Also, the idea of, like what you will read here, the plot take place in an alternate version of the episode "Chaotic Crisis." If you watched the episode then you'll realize everything that had happened in Kaz' dream. I want say anything more because I don't have to write a big long explanation or, worse, loss my interest of writing this.

Owis had always been a loner. He always had to be on the move to keep enemy spies from crossing the top of Cordac Falls. Occasionally, he would stop and travel down the nearest village to restock on supplies and catch up on the news of what were happening with the other tribes.

Sometimes he would silently cheer upon hearing news that his tribe mates won a battle or a peace negotiation went well. It would be the same when he heard of bad news. He would curl his lips into a tight snarl of disgust or a firm line of anger. After he paid his tab for drink and supplies, Owis would trudge through the village square, taking in the sights, the townspeople and observe their daily lives just enough until he felt the wave of anger pass.

Village children would often tag behind him, asking questions, tugging on his arms, or, for the younger ones, to play with them. The Overworld Guardian would then patiently answer all of the "endless" questions and, at the same time, reassure mothers that their children or neighbor's child weren't bothering him the slightest.

It was only then, when all the children had their fill of knowledge and games, did Owis wave good-bye and take it his leave back to the falls. he couldn't afford another spy breaching into Overworld territory. The one mission that he had failed, allowing a Danian noble to escape, made him nauseous to the pit of his stomach. Maxxor had understood and forgiven him of his mistake after he had sent a message to Kiru City. While glad that the leader had forgiven him, Owis couldn't help but chide himself harshly. It was then on that the Guardian decided to take his patrols and training more seriously.

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