Zane glanced back at Cole, not sure how to react. He was expecting him to dance with her. There was no mistaking the love he felt for her, but he wasn't too sure how to go about doing this. Cole told him to follow his lead, but, he wasn't sure if he trusted Cole. He had seen Cole flirt, and although he was good, those other girls weren't Pixal.
Those other girls didn't have eyes like Pixal's; eyes that glowed amidst all the darkness in their world. The Overlord had returned, bringing with him darkness and fear. Pixal was like a small candle flickering weakly in the dark; her light almost consumed by the shadow the Overlord cast. Yet she managed to smile, even if it was painted on and fake. Pixal made him feel alive; made his core pulse emotions he didn't believe in until now pulsed through his chest. So this is what Jay felt for Nya. Whatever it was, it made him feel complete.
"C'mon you two," Cole encouraged, "Zane, put your hand on her waist." Was Cole all right? Did he honestly expect him to put his hands on her waist and do all those things Zane had seen him do to other girls? Zane chanced a quick glance at Pixal, but she looked just as confused as he did. Hesitantly, he took her hands in his; electricity filling his veins as he did. It was quick, nothing he hadn't felt before. But this was different. It held so much more power and emotion. Sure, when he looked at Nya the electricity came, but only when she was extremely near him and he could feel her breath on his neck.
Zane and Pixal stood about two feet apart with their hands barely entwined. Cole sighed heavily, forcing a cheerful smile. "C'mon Zane, you can get closer than that," he informed, his voice more forced than usual. Why on earth did Nya appoint him matchmaker? Rolling his eyes, he moved from his comfortable position against the wall towards the pair as they shuffled a couple inches closer. Pushing the two close enough that their chests brushed, Cole positioned their hands. "There, now stay like that, please," he whined, stepping back slightly. He smiled and pressed play on the CD player he had brought into the room. 'It's all up to you Zane, make me proud!' Cole thought, smiling.
Zane knew the song. "Cantarella," he murmured softly, stepping backwards, "of course." Taking a deep breath, he began to go through the dance, singing the words so softly he was almost sure she couldn't hear. The light that filled her emerald eyes, however, made him think that maybe she did hear him. Back, forward, spin, he had memorized the movements. Because once upon a time, he danced this with Cole, back when his father died. It had made him feel less alone. He spun her again, pulling her against his chest. "I was so alone," he whispered, "so lost. Then I met you. Promise me you won't leave; I can't take that kind of pain again." Her eyes widened; a spark ignited a fire inside them.
Pixal was simple, really. She wanted what she could not have. She wanted to live on, because Zane too wanted what he could not have. She could not promise something like that. "Tonight," she whispered, "I can only promise you tonight." She hated her voice, so monotone. She wished she could fill it with the love Zane could, or the fiery temper Kai possessed, or even the laughter Jay and Nya shared. It filled her with longing. That was all she could do now. Long to be free; long for them not to turn out the lights. Dreams became her only escape, not that she could escape into anything sweet. All her dreams were bitter and they were all about him. She didn't mind that part, but he was crying. She hated seeing him cry, especially since those tears were for her.
The song ended abruptly with Pixal drawn close to his chest. Tears filled her hollow eyes, so often void of emotion. He tilted her chin up, studying her with that calculating look. "One night, then. I will give you what you want, whatever it is, for tonight. And if you can come back, then I'll give you everything."
He was so foolish, giving everything to her so willingly. She could still betray them, of her own free will. She couldn't though, because the pained look he'd give her would crack her into a million pieces. She leaned into his chest, feeling cold steel. Something else was there, though. A warmth she couldn't begin to comprehend greeted her; welcoming her to everything that was Zane. Their eyes locked; emerald and ice blue clashing yet going along perfectly. Two people who shouldn't have been compatible.
Their lips met in a quick, inexperienced kiss. She couldn't live without him; her body ached with need for him. She completed him. She noticed that the other boy had left a long time ago, which was fine. "Zane, may I ask you something?" she whispered once they had pulled apart. He nodded, arms settling comfortably around her waist. "When you do turn out the lights, promise me you won't cry…we are compatible, right?"
"Of course," Zane whispered, "if it worries you, I won't turn out the lights."
"Yes, please don't turn them out."
Okay, so here is the Zixal fic. Jay x Nya will be next, then on to Glaciershipping! I'm so sorry for not updating…Please forgive me!