This story is presented as the first in a series of Thirty Kisses. They don't necissarily go in chronological order, but I decided to start near the beginning of our pair's relationship. Mind it, this is my first fanfiction, so it's a little strange for me, and I'm more than a little nervous posting this, since it was definitely hard for me to get into the swing of things when writing this fic. In short, I am not confident at all, so please be gentle, and no flamies, please.
But yeah, I don't own Slayers or any of the characters therein, yadda yadda, legal crap...
Now presenting...
Kiss One: Musings
Lavada Lava
Just look at him, sitting there, sipping his tea. What? What's he looking at me like that for? Who does he think he is, anyway? Does he really think he's better than me? Does he think that just because he saved our asses once that he gets to act all high and mighty? Psh.
Wait…What am I doing? I'm young, beautiful, and the most talented sorceress on the face of the planet! Who am I to get all riled up by some stupid 'trickster priest'? HA! Look at him! He barely even passes as a guy! I mean, look at that hair! She snorted. Who cuts their hair like that? He looks like a frickin' transvestite, for cripes' sake! Well…I mean, it does look a little pretty… And it looks kinda soft as far as a guy's hair goes… I wonder what it would feel like…
NO! What am I thinking? Like I'd ever touch his hair! HAHAHA! He wishes! He isn't even muscular! Not like Gourry, anyway. How can he call himself a man?
But, then again, his figure is pretty nice…I wonder what his body actually looks like underneath all that material…huh…
"Well, Lina," Xellos said with his usual grin. Lina snapped out of her thoughtful daze. "If you've really wanted me so badly, you should've just asked!"
The party stopped mid-binge. Having not heard anything from Lina to cause such an remark, their reactions followed the general path of surprise, confusion, and finally, dread. Their eyes rested on Lina, her head bowed, teeth clenched.
The calm before the storm is always the most frightening.
Later…
Lina stood up and dusted off her hands, the ruins of yet another unfortunate inn smoldering around her. "That better teach you not to mess with my mind, if you know what's good for you, y' damned priest."
Above her, a certain mazoku stood hovering in the sky. "Oh, how easily provoked we are, Miss Lina," he chuckled. "But then again, you shouldn't have provoked me with such a tempting offer."
She turned to blast another fireball, but the priest was gone. But in his absence there remained a feeling of emptiness in the pit of Lina's stomach: a loneliness that she could not name with human words. An uncertainty hung in the air; dread haunted her every thought.
"GAAAAAAH! Where am I gonna get my food now?"
End.