"That. Was. Amazing."

Syndra simply smiled at the compliment, shyly hiding herself away from Zed's view. He looked at her with warmth in his eyes, and a smile on his face. He felt his whole body warm up, it felt like butterflies were going berzerk in his stomach, and he almost wanted to hug Syndra as a thank you. All of these things from this feeling.. This feeling of..

Syndra giggled, holding a cup of tea in her hand. "It was the least I could offer you after what I did. MY apologies, and you're very welcome, err.." the cheer in the atmosphere dropped.

"What?" Zed questioned.

"I.. I don't know your name.."

Zed's face went blank, the smile was lost, and the warmth escaped his body. He was looking Syndra straight in the eye.

"Oh.."

"So.. What is your name?"

"You don't, er- Hehe." Zed rubbed the back of his neck and giggled nervously, removing his eyes from Syndra's. "You don't need to know."

"Yes I do." Syndra edged closer to Zed, leaning over the small coffee table that sat between them, she had a hint of almost desperation in her voice. She slowly began to climb onto the table, lifting one leg up.

"Hey, Syndra, what are you do-" she jumped on top of Zed. Pinning his arms above him down to the floor, and straddling him at his waist. She was so close to his face, they were practically kissing.

"I need to know your name! PLEASE! Tell m-" She stopped. Staring Zed dead in the eyes, with only an inch between their faces. Their breathing was light, and brushed softly against each other's skin. Syndra's hair slowly fell across Zed's face, and her purple eyes grew in brightness as the few seconds passed, breathing steadily into each other, and holding their poses. Syndra felt Zed's hand slip on the floor, and in fear of kissing him -which she actually wouldn't mind - she jerked upwards. Letting go of Zed's hand, and climbing off of him.

"I'm- I'm sorry. I'll be back in a while, I-I just need to.. Clear my head. Please, excuse me." It would be much faster if she used her legs to run, so she did. She ran out of the room. Darting down the corridor, and outside as fast as she could. She summoned multiple orbs to take her off of her floating island, and down to ground level. She looked up, back to home, and carried on walking, knowing full well, that Zed would still be to weak to get down himself. If he could even get down.

He lay on the floor, still paralysed from Syndra's close touch. Eventually, he leant up on his elbows, slowly looking around the room, before standing up, and winced in pain from his bandaged torso.

"So, how are we feeling today?" The voice was familiar to Zed. And it comforted him. It was his shadow, calling from the corner of the room that wasn't in bright light.

"Heh, I was beginning to get worried, actually. And I feel.. Fine. Just fine." The nervousness struck Zed towards the end of his say in the conversation.

"I saw everything, Zed."

The room filled with silence, and Zed became increasingly nervous.

"I.. SHE JUMPED ON ME!" Zed pointed to the table that Syndra had climbed over to get on top of him, giving his shadow an innocent facial expression. The shadow proceeded to lower his head, and hold it in his hand, in pure disappointment.

"Zed, you are the Mas-"

"SHE DID IT, NOT ME." His voice was almost joking. Almost.

Syndra had walked for only a few minutes, when already she wanted to go back, to see Zed.

"What is this.. Feeling?" She was questioning herself.

She turned around, and vaguely say her island in all it's glory during the mid-day sun. This made her happy. What made her even happier was the fact that she had a very attractive man on that island. She backed up to a nearby rock, and sat down, still looking at the floating masterpiece. Even though she was calm, the mere thought of Zed made her heart race.

"Despite the large scar on his face.. He is.. Attractive."

She stopped for a moment. Admiring the serenity around her. It only lasted for a few seconds, as Syndra brough her knees to her chest and put her hands on her head.

"What have I got myself into? I don't.. Involved myself with others.. He needs to leave. But.."

She didn't want to think about it anymore. She jumped off of the rock, and headed straight back to the island.

"Zed, please, compose yourself. What is the issue?"

"It's no issue.. I just.."

"Just what?"

Zed paced around the room, holding his arms behind his back, and keeping his head down. His shadow on the other hand stood in the same corner that it appeared in.

After a few seconds it spoke in an extremely flat tone.

"Zed."

He stopped pacing, knowing that the shadow was being serious now.

"What is the issue?"

"Syndra."

The shadow lifted it's head, staring softly at Zed, while Zed was looking back at him, smiling with delight in his eyes.

"No Zed." The shadow moved closer. "You can't. Men like you aren't supposed to feel emotion."

The last line hit Zed hard. Reminding him of who he really was, and what he really did.

"You kill people. You know the shadow technique. You are not a lover, so please, do not fall into the feeling. What is wrong with you?"

"It's this place.. It's granted me peace and time to think. Something I would not get back at the order. I know nothing about where we are, or far away we are from the Order, and I think it's that that's giving me this.. Peace. The more I toy with the idea of.. Being, in love, the more I think.. It would be..Necessary."

Syndra was walking her way up the corridor, and was about to open the door, when she heard Zed talking to someone.

Zed turned away from the shadow, admiring the large painting on the wall opposite the door. "It's not just this place however.. It's her.. Syndra."

Her eyes lit up at the mere sound of her name. The shadow moved over to the door, placing a hand on the handle.

"She.." He sighed heavily. "She's like a breath of fresh air in my life. I've never had any women in my life, she makes me feel so.. Young."

Syndra bursted through the door, and landed heavily on her face.

Zed turned around sharply, only to grow nauseous at the sight of Syndra. The shadow winked at Zed, and disappeared into the dark hallway. He ran over to Syndra and helped her stand up, of course, she accepted it, dusting herself off, until eventually, their eyes met.

They stood there for a while, admiring each others company, until Syndra broke the silence with the inevitable question.

"Who were you talking to?"

"My shadow."

A/N: This chapter feels rushed to me, yet I spent a good hour and a half on it :( Let me know what you all think! Reviews are always helpful, and I would like you all to enjoy reading this story, so if any improvements or additions are needed here, let me know!

LEMONY FLUFF INCOMING NEXT CHAPTER. ;D