K- Oops. Almost forgot. We do not own TOS, namco does. (That's the last time for this warning. It's such a bother to put up.)
Chapter 2: The blade from love
Zelos smirked as he saw the summoner's exaggeration.
"Don't worry, I used to work for them remember? (Actually, I still do.) I have connections, so we'll be okay." he assured.
Once they landed a renegade waited patiently, ready to usher them in.
"Long time no see, Zelos." he greeted.
"Sorry for being a stranger, Brady. I've had my hands tied."
"Master Yuan would like all of you to make yourselves at home. Do you need me to give you a tour?" he asked.
"Nah. I still know my way around the place. Thanks anyway."
The redhead led his girlfriend and the summoner in the direction of the dormitories to his room.
"We'll be staying in my room. Don't make a mess of things... okay, Sheena?" Zelos teased.
"What makes you think I'll make any?" she retorted.
"Hey, listen. I have to go see Yuan and talk to him about our stay."
"Would you like me to come along, Zelos?" Presea asked.
"Aw, thanks for your concern, sweetheart, but don't worry. I'll be okay... I promise." Zelos kissed Presea.
An awkward silence filled the room once the redhead left. Presea stared at her purple clothed companion, trying to figure out what the matter was. Sheena seemed to avoid socializing and eye contact.
"Sheena, is something wrong?" the axegirl asked.
"Huh? No, why do you ask?" she lied, "Actually, I'm a little worried about sleeping in the same room as that idiot Chosen."
"Oh, is that all? Well, don't worry about a thing. I'll make sure he doesn't get a chance to touch you in any sexual way." Presea smiled.
Something about her friend's smile sent chills down her spine. (Presea's definitely changed since I last saw her.)
-Commander's office-
Two metallic doors opened, separating in opposite directions as the Chosen leisurely walked in. (Hmph. Not much of a difference.) Gawking around the room, he did notice the color change on the walls and the rug. A warm red surrounding with a comfortable cool blue footing. Something about it made Zelos feel uneasy. In the corner of his eye was his commander, sitting on his desk, working diligently on a computer.
"You called for me, sir?" the redhead cleared his throat.
"Must you be so formal, Zelos? You were never like that when you were with Lloyd."
"Uh, well, I had to act. That was the only way to gain their trust."
"Is that so? Anyway, what is your purpose for coming here?"
"We were on our way to Flanoir for business reasons, but a storm occurred and forced us back. I am requesting for your permission to stay here."
"How long do you plan to stay, exactly?"
"N-N-Not very long, sir, I-I assure you. If I am causing you a-any trouble I shall leave immediately."
"No need to fret, Chosen One. I was just curious. You are no trouble at all. You never were. Actually, I am glad you dropped by. I wish you would visit more often. I missed you during your absence." the leader admitted.
"Heheheh. Is that why you made the walls red?" Zelos joked.
Yuan lowered his head without answering. Stiffened from shock, the Chosen stared at his leader, hoping that he would yell or dismiss him. (No freakin' way! He can't like me like that, can he?) Awkward and misplaced is how the redhead felt.
"Thank you, for allowing me and my friends to stay, sir." he said frantically.
Zelos left the office before Yuan could react. (What was that all about?) Not wanting to frustrate himself over it, Zelos simply brushed the thought out of his mind. He then continued on his way back to the dormitories.
-Zelos' room-
The room had stayed silent since Presea's last comment. Both girls seemed to have opposite emotions stirring up. One was chirpy and happily thought that she was doing her friend a favor by keeping her man away from her. The other was irritated, angrily thinking that her younger friend knew how she felt about the redhead and only said what she said to tease her. The two raised their heads as the metallic doors separated. The Chosen walked in the room surprised to see forlorn looks on both of the girls' faces.
"Yo, ladies. Did ya miss me?" Zelos said with his signature smirk.
The pink haired girl ran into her man's warm arms, seeking refuge. This caused the summoner to scowl inwardly.
"So, what happened?" Presea got down to the point.
"Mm, nothing much. Yuan just wanted to know how long we would be staying." he said trying to hide his discomfort from the event.
"Well, what do we do now?" Sheena asked from boredom.
"Anything you like, as long as you don't get in the renegades' way." he warned.
"Then, let us have breakfast." Presea suggested.
"Good idea. I'm getting hungry." Sheena agreed.
"The kitchen is down that hallway. Tell the chefs what you want and they'll prepare it for you. I still have some unfinished business, so go on ahead without me." Zelos instructed.
Both girls gave him worried and suspicious looks, freezing him in place.
"Just enjoy your breakfast. I'll catch up with you later, alright? So, don't worry."
"Okay. Come on, Sheena." Presea said leading the way.
Rushing passed guards through narrow halls, Zelos made his way to the hangar. Inside were new prototypes of rheairds, elemental cargos, ground rovers, and land roamers. Impressed with the development of technology, Zelos stocked his transportation pack with every prototype. Next, he entered the equipment storage room, with high hopes of finding advanced weaponry. Searching high and low thoroughly, however, was all in vain. (Man, this sucks!) He tossed the old weapons about, desperately looking for something interesting. He dropped to the floor finally giving up. (Ugh. I guess I'll join Presea and Sheena for breakfast now. Eh?) A faint flash caught the corner of Zelos' vision. The light traced back to a flame-looking blade contained in a glass barrier. Knowledge from past experiences as a renegade warned him that an alarm would set off if he were to touch it. He certainly didn't want to know what kind of defense it had around it. As a high ranking cruxis member Zelos was trained to disable any kind of protection. He found wires that led to a hidden compartment on the wall. As expected, the alarm was disarmed. Eagerly, the Chosen picked up the blade with expertise. He felt extreme comfort as he gave the sword a few practice swings. The feeling was so right; like it was meant only for him.
"What excellent craftsmanship." he drooled inwardly at the thought of the blade as his own, "I wonder if it's okay for me to take it."
"Of course. That blade was created especially for you, Chosen One." a smooth voice answered behind him.
"S-Sir. Forgive me. I-I was just-I-" he stuttered.
"What do you think of it?" Yuan asked.
"It's a marvelous blade, commander." Zelos answered with glee.
"I observed you while you were working with cruxis in the past, and noticed how you would always stare at Kratos' flamberge with great admiration. So, I thought of making you something similar. That blade is all yours."
"Sir... Thank you. (I'm gonna call it Volch.)" Zelos said holding it up with pride.
note- volcano+scorchVolch
"Would you like to give it a test run?"
"Yeah! Let's go."
-training dome-
Darkness and crystal cool air. Once inside the redhead was surrounded by dozens of elite renegades. Male and female swordsmen, spearmen, archers, magicians, axemen, gunmen, and whipmen. A smirk crept on his face as he stood his swordsman stance. Arrows were the first to reach him. Fluid like water, Zelos leaned forward and twirled, ricocheting the dead aim arrows back to the archers, along with others that approached him. Heavy inflicting axes rained above him. Elegantly sliding away from harm, the redhead slashed downward on the warriors' backs. His next targets were the magicians, who were starting to get on his nerves as he dodged their long range spells. A powerful thunder spell came crashing down on him. Instead of evading it, he absorbed it with the tip of his blade. A look of hostility could clearly be seen in the red maned man's eyes as he continued his pursuit for the mages. Swift and deadly were the only words to describe the merciless slashes. Not only did the blade slice, but the electricity it contained added mind disintegrating pain. One after another his opponents fell. Growing impatient Zelos began to rush menacing at the final renegades. His speed plus his blows produced impacts that instantly knocked the receiver unconscious once contact had been made. The hard smashing sounds gave the Chosen additional gratification. (Luckily for them I'm holding back. Their armor should secure their saftey from any fatal injuries.) Just as he was about to resheathe his blade a strong force could be perceived behind him. There in front of the exit stood a lone renegade. (Not very smart of him to face me alone. Does he not know who I am?)
"You're quite brave challenging me by yourself. Care to give me your name?"
The soldier readied his spear and stood in a fighting stance.
"Hmph. Suit yourself." Zelos mimicked, raising his Volch, "Let the best man win."
Zelos started off flustering his opponent by faking his attacks. Feinting a blow to the body followed with a heavy vertical slash to the head. Smash! The renegade stumbled to the floor trying to shake off the dizziness. Zelos leapt into the air diving down in a stabbing position. Unfortunately, he was caught off guard. The opposite end of the renegade's spear drove straight into Zelos' gut, hard. The warrior tossed Zelos harshly to the floor. Gasping for air, Zelos refused to give up after defeating so many opponents. (Who the heck is this guy? He sure ain't a newbie.) Rising to his feet and taking a deep breath, the redhead readied himself once more. This time with a more clear mind. The Chosen released a barrage of bone crushing slashes. Zelos practiced to perfect his attacks of blinding mach speed combined with earth shattering blows. His everyday training in secrecy didn't go without pay. The outcome was the ability to attack wildly in what seemed like forever. Adding more power to his slashes gave the redhead's opponent no opening anywhere. Every attack took a chunk of energy to defend against. Zelos aimed at the head slashing upward, knocking the headgear off the renegade. Blue silky hair flowed from under the helmet. The Chosen's ocean blue eyes bulged out as he realized who the challenger was.
"Commander!!!" he shouted catching Yuan before he hit the floor.
-Yuan's room-
"No major damages. He'll be alright. I can't believe you knocked out Lord Yuan, Zelos. I see why you're second-in-command." the nurse giggled.
"Are you sure he's okay?"
"He's been through worse..."
"Oh, good. Then he will be alright." Zelos eased.
"... I think." she replied before leaving.
"Not funny, Leily." he retorted.
(I'll just wait here until he wakes.) Fatigue from the voyage and battle caught up, causing the Chosen's eyelids to become heavy. Yawn after yawn the redhead slowly fell into a slumber.
an hour later
"Ahh, that was a nice nap." Yuan yawned. "Hm? Oh, that's right. I was knocked unconscious."
The leader looked at his subordinate and smirked. (You're a lot stronger than I expected. Not nearly as strong as a seraph, though.) Yuan flinched in pain as he moved. (That's what I deserve for going easy on you.) He stayed silent observing the Chosen's sleeping form. Suddenly, an inner urge broke out. The blue haired seraph hesitantly pulled the Chosen's head closer. Inch by painful inch the two drew closer and closer, until soft lips touched. A pleased moan emitted from the redhead. Yuan took that as a sign to continue as his confidence rose. Gently, he lifted Zelos' body onto the bed. Carefully, the seraph stripped his subordinate. Clothes flew across the room and neatly landed on a couch. Lips collided against each other once more. Yuan's curious tongue slithered into Zelos' mouth as he yearned for a more thorough taste. Unintentionally, the redhead wrapped his arms around his leader's neck, pulling him in closer. Yuan began to travel southward planting butterfly kisses on the chest then the abs along the way. The seraph's desired destination was still covered with a leaf green boxer, which he skillfully took off. Instantly, Zelos' member was engulfed. Now in a state of bliss, the leader of the renegades had lost all sense of reality.
(Hm, I feel warm.) The Chosen slowly fluttered his eyes open. Confused, the redhead began to frantically search the room trying to figure out where he was. (Oh, yeah. The commander's room. Damn it. I fell asle-huh?) Finally, aware of the tingling feeling down below Zelos smiled and pulled the blanket off, expecting to find his pink haired love. (I guess Presea found me. She always was good in bed-yaaaah!!!) Sky blue eyes widened at the sight of the seraph firmly between his legs.
"Commander!!!" Zelos exclaimed yanking away from the uncomfortable situation, making a pop sound as his candy forcefully exited Yuan's mouth.
The leader held in his laughter as best he could as he watched his subordinate stumble towards the couch struggling to conceal his erected lower region. Once he had his boxers and pants both on, the redhead casually walked over to the seraph as if nothing had happened.
"Sir, glad to see you are okay. Are you hurt in any way?" he asked clearing his throat.
He was hurt alright; more emotionally than physically.
"No, I'm fine." Yuan lied, "So, how did the test run go?"
"It went pretty well... that is, until I found out that I was attackng you." Zelos lowered his head.
"Ahahahaha. Don't be ridiculous. If you hadn't knocked me out I wouldn't have had the chance to be with you alone. In addition, I got a clear taste of your-"
"A-A-Ahh! Sir, y-you should rest a little more! I'll give you some privacy!" the Chosen cut in and left the room before Yuan could finish his sentence or start another.
A little ways down the hall the redhead stood shocked trying to control the emotions mingling in his unsteady head. (WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT??!!!!! There's no way in hell he could like me like that, right?... I mean he loved lady Martel... Yes, of course he did. I mean does, does! AAARRRGGGHH!!!! I'M GOING INSANE!!!) Out of sheer irritation the redhead punched himself in the face. After inhaling deeply, he calmed down to think things through in a more mature manner. (Curse my charming attitude and irresistible looks. I never thought they would backfire on me. Ugh, I shouldn't let this get to me.) He quickly came up with an excuse to leave. (Hm. I don't want Presea to get caught in the storm, but I also don't want her to get a pay reduction on the job either. I guess I could go and deliver it for her. It shouldn't be hard, not with my angelic powers. Plus, I just want to get out of here.) Inside the hangar Zelos lifted the stack of wood with ease. (Heheheh. Easier than I thought. Gasp. Aahh!!) Crash! Someone had entered the room, unexpectedly, causing the redhead to lose balance which ended up with the pile of wood toppling over him.
"Eh? Who's there?!" the renegade demanded aiming his gun at the heap.
"Brady... Good timing!"
"Zelos, what the heck are you doing?" he said digging his friend out of the mess.
"Never mind that. Listen, could you watch out for the two girls that came here with me? I'm going to deliver this firewood to Flanoir."
"All by yourself? Why not let them help you?" Brady asked.
"Damn it. Stop asking questions and just do it." Zelos said irritated at his comrade's persistence, "What's wrong with you, anyway? You sound kind of needy."
"Well, I kind of wanted to catch up on lost time since we haven't seen each other in a year or so."
"Oh... Uh, I'll make it up to you some other way, alright?"
"Fine. Here, let me help you with that." he said tying the wood together.
"Thanks, man. Later."
Outside the storm continued to roar with no sign of stopping. This didn't stop the redhead from moving on, however. Zelos flashed his wings out and flew off without a second thought.
"Here you are, ladies. Dinner is served." announced a maid.
The summoner and the axegirl stared at the food then at each other.
"Didn't Zelos say he would catch up with us during breakfast?" Sheena asked.
"Yes..." Presea nodded, "...and now it is suppertime. Um, excuse me."
"Yes? Do you need something, miss Presea?" one of the maids asked.
"Have you seen the Chosen anywhere?" Sheena butt in.
"I'm afraid not. Forgive me. Would you like me to search for him?"
"That would be most appreciated." Presea said before eating her meal.
"Presea, what are you doing? Aren't you worried about Zelos?"
"The last thing he told me was to not worry, so I won't." she stated.
"I think we should go look for him, too... Well, are you coming or not?" Sheena asked.
"Not... Trust. That is what Zelos and I share. I know that it seems suspicious that he hasn't shown up since breakfast, but I will continue to wait until he returns."
"Ergh. Fine." the summoner conceded.
Outside Zelos flew on to Flanoir paying no heed to his aching body. His fast pace caught many giant snow chunks. The slush covered all traces of him ever having red locks. After a little while the building lights of the iced city were at long last perceptible.
"Almost there." Zelos panted.
Just as he was about to pick up speed his body began to malfunction. Slowly, he descended into the white powdered ground. Once his feet touched the floor the pain that he had been oblivious to struck him all at once. The aching soon became excruciating, causing the Chosen to collapse.
"Heheh. Is this my extent?" Zelos puffed losing his conscience.
Desperate to stay alive the redhead's body released small amounts of mana to produce heat. Darkness surrounded the Chosen's sight as his conscience slipped away.
K- And that's the end of chapter 2. It involved some yaoi. To be honest I didn't really enjoy it, but that's how we role-played it, so there ya have it. Um, nothing else to say since Q's not around. Read and review if you want.