AU: Hey guys. Been a while no? On the other hand, I have pretty awesome news: it seems I am not a total failure as an author. I have new reviewers! So, heres a big thank you to:
Mule Chan

Chelty-chan

YeahWhatever12

vexenreplica331

whitescorpion326

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Syque Greywolf
and Zedept000. Those are all reviewers (this far). Syque though, is my publisher. If you review this chap, I will give a public thank you to you in chapter 5. Not much incentive I know, but hey, at least you know you're being recognized. Also, if you guys like Xaren, then go to whitescorpion's profile. In his fic, Xaren makes a small guest appearance. Moreover, its a legitimate fic. Good writing too, but I figured it could help him start off faster if I alert you all that his fic and mine are interconnected. Just sayin. Also, I turn 15 on February 12, so I'm setting aside other stuff for this fic as celebration. Now you all owe me (reviews) MUWAHAHAHAHAHA! So. here ya go!

Darkness. Light. Darkness. Light. As Quirin and Xaren fell, this was the pattern around them, either suffocating darkness or blinding light. Xaren was deeply confused, and he wanted nothing more than to be back home with his friends, but the young hunter knew whining would do no good, so he kept his silence and tried to make his situation seem better.
For one thing, a rather attractive female was latched on to his arm.
Oh yes, but remember, this same woman tried to kill you, remember? said the ever pessimistic part of his brain. Xaren couldnt argue with that, but he had a suspicion it wasnt THIS girl's choice. That Queen seemed a more likely suspect, but now was not the time for such thoughts. They seemed to be slowing.

Qurin tugged on her partner's arm, righting him so that they would land softly on their feet. She cast a quick glance at the sword Xaren held in his right hand. It emminated power, and in Xaren's hand, it looked like it was meant for no one else. Qurin had no doubt in her mind that this blade was his "key", the shape taken by the part of his mind that lead to Xaren's very being. Quirin was glad that the Queen hadn't gotten a hold of it, otherwise Xaren would be nothing more than a tool for the Queen.
Quirin shuddered slightly, almost unnoticably so, at the thought of facing Satan with that news. She wondered briefly who would kill her first, the very enraged felyne, or the Queen-possessed Xaren. She had a sinking suspicion that Satan would get to her first, and, if he was half as protective as she thought, he would take on the Queen. Quirin for one would put money on Satan winning.
"You cold or something?" asked Xaren.
Quirin stared at him incredulously. "Excuse me?"
Xaren blushed slightly. "I, um, I saw you shiver. I figured you were cold."
"Oh, no, I was just..." Quirin started, but she trailed off when meeting Xaren's intense gaze. "Know what? Never mind. Let's just get out of here."
Xaren nodded. "Yeah. Quick question, how do we do that, and where the hell are we?"
"Where we are is the easier question, sp I'll start with that. We are in your mindscape. Basically, your last refuge, and the place where one would need to go to gain control over the body."
"So the Queen is here to beat me and take ober my body, like what she did to you." said Xaren thoughtfully.
"Yeah, basically, and in order to do that, she needs the sword, which is your key," confirmed Quirin.
"Key?" echoed Xaren.
Quirin nodded. "Who ever possesses your key controls your body."
"Grear," mumbled Xaren. "So why am I not back in the real world? And if we make it, whats to stop her from taking my key when im not here to defend it?"
"The Queen can only get your key when you're knocked into unconsciousness by unnatural means that are malignant, then and only then can she keep you in a coma until she wins."
"Ok, but now we're back to my original question, how do we get out?" asked Xaren, clearly frustrated.

"Well, thats where it gets tricky," said Quirin, fidgeting. "I can leave at any given moment, or if the Queen leaves, I have to leave. You on the other hand have to produce whats called a Shard. Once this shard is created, stick the key in, and the Queen and I are kicked out, and you wake up."
"You already know what my next question is," huffed Xaren, an eyebrow raised and his arms crossed.
"Yeah," sighed Quirin. "A shard is a strong emotion incarnate. When you summoned that whirlwind of elements around you right before I stepped in, you nearly created a shard. Had you been able to harness it properly, I doubt even the Queen would have been able to keep invading your mind. However, by the looks of it you would have just been firing away at the Queen clumsily, and you would've lost."
"I got it, I got it. I'm outmatched, yadaya, now shut up so I can concentrate," said Xaren, putting his hands up placatingly.
Quirin rolled her eyes. "Yeah, whatever." At least he was straight forward, still, some manners would be nice.
She looked over at Xaren. He was staring at the ground, and his jaw was clenched.
He really is quite- no. Quirin scolded herself. Not gonna happen, so stop daydreaming.

Xaren remembered the Queen, he remembered the emotions. He closed his eyes. Anger. That was it. Xaren had been furious. Enraged that this Queen seemed to think she was so high and mighty, she just gave off that aura that seemed to belittle him. Xaren had been angry that he was alone, and that his sword was broken, and some part of him seemed to KNOW that the Queen wanted to slowly torture and kill each and every one of Xaren's friends. It was that final feeling that sparked it. A burst of brightly burning red fire sprang up in front of Xaren, swirling, intense, and angry. Xaren smirked.
"Got it."

Satan watched anxiously. Quirin stood over Xaren, her palm on his head and her eyes closed serenely. A couple of times either Xaren of Quirin twitched, but for an hour they had been still.
Suddenly, Quirin's eyes burst open and she lurched back, and Xaren awoke. He lurched up and down, growling, his eyes flickering blue, then red, then their normal green and back again. Finally, Xaren stopped moving, his chest rising and falling slightly.
"His eyes!" gasped out a panting Quirin. "Check his eyes!"
Satan nodded, and gripping his scythe, the Felyne approached. Xaren turned his head towards Satan.
"Hey," said Xaren hoarsely. His eyes were their natural green. Satan smiled, then whacked him upside the head with his scythe.
"What the hell?!" yelled Xaren.
"Next time, I'm coming with!" retorted Satan.
The comrade and hunter began to argue, much swearing from both parties, and Vince rolled his eyes. "It's Xaren alright."
Quirin glanced at the grizzled hunter curiously. "How can you tell, his eyes?"
Vince shook his head. "Because only Xaren can swear that much in one breath, include that many nouns, and have it all rhyme."

AU: Okay guys, thats all, see you in chapter 5 okay?