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A/N: FIXED this chapter because I DIDN'T LIKE IT.

Chapter 2 - Puzzling

'Night' passed and to everyone's surprise Arumat continued to sleep soundly in the couch of the recreation room. Bachuss kindly and quickly analyzed the sleeping man's condition. Seeing as his energy levels were still quite low and his muscle tissue seemed strained he suggested to Edge that they leave the recreational area empty and dimly lit.

At what would've been mid day on the ship was when Arumat finally woke up. He was surprised by the fact that his eyes weren't stung by the bright lights of the vessel or that his sensitive long ears weren't bothered by any of the louder of his companions. Instead he met a pleasant darkness and a comfortable silence. The only things he felt were a bit off were the warmth that enveloped his body and the semi heavy weight spread on his chest and stomach. He looked down to see a deeply asleep Meracle.

'I'd overheard the fuss about this one sneaking into people's bed for warmth… but seriously…' The amber eyed Eldarian remembered the short event of a few hours ago and was deeply vexed that already two people had taken advantage of his moments of vulnerability but he wasn't mean enough to send the sleeping girl flying out the window of the Calnus and into outer space in anger.

He sighed and sat up, scooping up the small cat-girl in his arms and quietly started his trek up to her room.

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Arumat laid Meracle down on her bed gently and wrapped her up in one of the two blankets that Myuria had previously wrapped him in for the night. When he was done tucking in the little girl he turned around to see the aforementioned woman sleeping in the bed at the other side of the room. Apparently she had been unable to sleep the night before. He noted with disdain that she had given him all her blankets and now slept bare to the cold of the ship. He took the remaining blanket and lightly tossed it over the sleeping morphus. He stared at Myuria for a few seconds before muttering a quiet 'thanks' and left the room as silently as he had entered.

Arumat wondered the quiet corridors of the Calnus. His steps softly echoing through the silent spacecraft, his mind started to wonder. A lot of things were happening at the same time in the universe and his own life and his disease was slowly eating away at his soul.

'How much more time do I have left…?' He shook his head and stared off ahead. 'It doesn't matter. The only thing I need to know is my mission. I will defeat the grigori and protect the universe. The phantoms will pay dearly for what they did to Eldar and my brethren. I will not succumb to eternal slumber until my revenge has been fulfilled…'

And so, with newly restored conviction he headed into the battle simulator for some much needed stress relief.

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Myuria woke up feeling much warmer than she did when she first went to bed. She also noted with slight amusement that said warmth also smelled of a certain man she had kissed the night before. She sat up and hugged the warm blankets to herself. The scent was soft and it smelled of sweet spices and pinecone. She found herself blushing when she realized what she was doing and angrily growled at herself.

'The heck is wrong with me? I'm not a school girl anymore…' She briefly wondered if maybe she would regret having kissed the silver haired eldarian.

Myuria heard the faintest 'swishy-swooshy' sound, as Lymle would put it. She stood up and followed the sounds to its source and smoothly made her way to the battle simulator. When she entered she was met by the sight of a very agitated Arumat ripping and slashing at clones generated by the simulator.

His muscles rippled and tensed as he strained them to make a Diabolical Edge that pushed his clone backwards several times and shredded it to pieces in four easy steps. Or what would be an easy move to the battle god. Step by step he spiraled the Laser Scythe into his enemy. Myuria could only imagine the mess that would leave if it were a real enemy. The deadly grace this man carried was enough to make a grown man cower in fear and cry for dear life. But Myuria had trusted this man with her life. He had already proven on the battle field that he would protect them all. She realized it was probably because of the many comrades he had lost. She could understand the pain of being the only one to survive a deadly situation… seeing as she had gone through it.

"Are you done watching?" His rough voice interrupted her from her musings and she quickly recovered.

"I can't help but admire a good fighter" She smirked and walked towards him. The man hadn't even broken into a sweat from the battle simulator's effort of training.

"Admire? Or waiting for the next chance I let my guard down?" His voice sounded irked and his face showed slight anger, but she could tell a storm was brewing inside his eyes. His usually confident aura was now turmoil of confusion.

"Oh please, you didn't seem to mind at the time." She stared at him in the eye for a few seconds then shook her head; the man obviously needed time to figure out whatever was on his mind. She had new suspicions about the man. The way his actions contradicted his attitude indicated that there was more than met the eye with him. So she would study him, like the morphus she is. Morphus had always been keen to analyzing everything. Myuria was deeply intrigued by the mysterious man and in a sense that attracted her to him. The event that had occurred the night before had kindled a fire inside her for the man that she only had begun to understand. She could not say that it was love, or that she even liked him, but she would definitely wait and see.

"What?" Arumat's irate voice reached her ears once more and she realized she was staring at him.

She turned on her foot and started her trek out of the battle simulator.

Arumat was surprised to see her suddenly turn and leave. He briefly wondered what the look she had gotten in her eyes meant. Her sapphire eyes had been filled with curiosity and warmth that seemed to welcome him. But then he realized; he never countered her when she said he hadn't minded the kisses. A low feral growl vibrated through his throat as he realized he'd made a fool out of himself. Or did he?

'I kissed her back…' he berated himself. For having reacted in such a puzzling way. He had no feelings for the woman so why would he kiss back?

'It was…' Arumat's eyes softened and he rubbed his side where Myuria had previously attempted to use a healing symbol to ease his pain. 'No one had ever…'

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