Omg, I seriously didn't expect people to like this so much - even if it's only been like, the first chapter! You guuuuysssss. You all make me feel so happy :D

So here's a second chapter for you all! I'll work on the third whenever I'm not being a lazy BETCH.

Lounging about in his Hive, the Summoner gave a small sigh - his mind was still playing back what had happened just a few hours ago. He couldn't comprehend why Garland had made a move like that; it wasn't like him. He shifted slightly in his chair, feeling a little antsy at this point. In a way, he wanted the Highblood to call him back to his Hive, just so he could see if it would happen, again. But in the back of his mind, he knew he shouldn't be doing this, thinking about Garland like this; pretty much falling head-over-heels for him. Maybe he's just trying to get him to spill everything about his rebellion to him, which means he really can't trust him when it all comes to it.

"Oh, for crying out loud! Rufio, this isn't you! You're supposed to fight against the Grand Highblood, not have red feelings from him...," the brownblood fell down on his back where he was sitting on the floor. This mental argument was making his think-pan ache. His small, fairy-bull custodian slowly drifted over to him, wondering what was wrong as he promptly sat himself down on the Summoners stomach, "don't worry, 'Bull. I'm alright."

The little Lusus gave a look of complete disbelief at his son, he had a slight idea of what was going on, considering what he's heard the Troll yell within the past hour, "okay, seriously, now you're just making me feel bad for not telling you the truth." Rufio gave a long groan before covering his face with his hands. He knew he could trust his Lusus, but he didn't want to talk about it. It only made things more confusing for him. He allowed his arms to fall back on the floor - why did romance have to be so confusing and full of weird, fuzzy, awkward feelings? Especially when it's with someone who is your enemy? Maybe, if he just thought about Garland, some of the feelings would subside? No, that's stupid. It would probably make things worse. But then again, he had little choice in the matter at this point. Rufio allowed a lengthy sigh to fall from his lips as he sat up, making his Lusus slide down into his lap.

The Taurus's mind slowly drifted to thoughts of Garland; mainly what he'd done earlier, thoughts of why he did it. He wondered, what would have happened if they hadn't been interupted? Would they have gone all the way, or would the Grand Highblood just realize what they were talking about what stupid and he should just be killing him? At this point, all he could think of was Garland - whether it be killing him or other things. He wanted to know more; he had to know more. What his intentions were, what else he had to say, if he... felt something for him. Something other than black feelings.

Suddenly, there was a loud rapping at his door, forcing him out of his thoughts. 'Bull had been scared off by the knocking, he'd gone and hid behind Rufio's recuperacoon.

"Rufioooooooo, open the door!" Oh great; this was the last Troll he wanted to see. The Summoner pushed himself from off the floor, stepping over to the door just barely opening it before he was tackled by none other than Marquise Spinneret Mindfang, "Oh, I was soooooooo worried about you! I heard you had to report to the Grand Highbloods Hive!"

"Mindfang, I'm fine, I'm completely fine!" In the corner, 'Bull gave a small squeak that could be considered a scoff of sorts. Rufio could only half-heartedly glare at the Lusus, "Look, just calm down!"

"But-"

"Marquise. I'm fine," Rufio slowly sat up, pushing the blueblood off as he did so, making it so she was sitting infront of him, "Garland just needed to let off some steam - obviously, he didn't cull me."

"Right, right. Sorry," she looked down for a moment, "I just get so worried about you sometimes. You know I love you very much and if you were culled by that asshole Highblood, I would seek my vengence until my dying day."

At this point, Rufio really just wanted to roll his eyes. He was only getting close to her so that he could cull her. Nothing more; even they were magically destined to become Matesprits, he couldn't bare the thought. He didn't feel anything for her, "Yeah, I know. And that's a very sweet thought, but you know the Highblood has been hunting for you for some time now. He isn't very fond of you, if you haven't noticed."

"Pfffffffft, like he could kill me - he's just a brute. Garland has no true fighting skills other than; 'I'm going to knock you out with my club and then proceed to rip your head off'," Mindfang couldn't help but giggle at her little imitation. Rufio, on the otherhand, was not very entertained. Normally, he would laugh at how Marquise made fun of the Highbloods - but now, for some odd reason, he didn't like it as much when it was about Garland, "oh, come on, Summoner. That was funny."

"Heh, right," Rufio allowed a fake smile to play his lips. After a short moment of silence, Scorpio slid onto his lap, her legs straddling his waist. Marquise loosely wrapped her arms around Rufio's neck, a seductive smile falling upon her lips.

"You know, Rufio," her words were laced with a sweet poison, "I wouldn't mind, 'spending the night,' if you catch my drift."

After a moment, Rufio understood what she meant. A sudden sick feeling fell over his body, he wanted to throw up at the thought. Any other time he wouldn't mind her playful advances, but for some reason, he just really didn't even want to hear it. Not from her at least. He allowed a small sigh, thought up the best lie he could before he shook his head, "I've got some stuff to do in the morning."

"I could help you prepar-"

"No," Rufio stopped her in mid-sentence. He didn't dare look up at the hurt expression she obviously wore at this point, "I just... I need some time to think. Go home, Marquise."

"Oh... alright then...," she waited a moment before getting off of him, "I'll see you later then, I guess."

And with that, she was gone. Rufio couldn't help but let a content sigh. Well that was more stressful than it needed to be. He felt like he just broke up with her - not that they had anything to begin with. She just assumes they do. For some reason, he didn't care what she thought anymore.

Everything just led back to Garland.

I knoooow, I knoooooooow. This one didn't have as much Highblood/Summoner - but at least the Summoner is realizing some shit. AmIrite?

Until next time,

-KoD