Without the Mask

by Silvanus16

Lord Ryuuzaki has planned a grand masquerade for one purpose... but someone else has other plans for Umi. COMPLETE?

10. Devastation in Paradise

Yay!! Finally she updated!!!! Sorry for the delay. I thought I put somewhere that I'd be gone for two weeks. No? Oh well. Now you know part of why I took so long. The other half are household chores and summer projects, whichI should have under control by now. Keep your fingers crossed for me.

I also just got Rayearth Season I on DVD so I've uh... been kinda busy watchin' that. Good thing too cause my power went out after that and I was reduced to the primitive Handwritten Method. That bit big ones.

Disclaimer: I don't own MKR

Chapter 5: Devastation in Paradise

"What's that?" The voice came in a whisper.

"I don't give a shit! I just want to know where that thing got to."

"The ligran you mean?"

"Hey! Don't sass me."

"He can't help it if you make it that easy for him."

"You stay out of this."

Is someone there...?

"Let him hunt his cat. I need a hand over here."

Days? Has it been days since I could feel anything? But instead of a purr, the unconscious lump on the riverbank moaned in pain as a hand touched it.

"Watch it kid! That thing could be alive."

"Shut up Yarko!"

The deep, thundering voice that was all the survivor knew as Yarko boomed, "Listen Wakeed! So long as you're with me you're under my supervision! You look where I tell you. You speak when I tell you. You sleep when I tell you. You breathe when I say you can! Got it?"

"Leave him alone," the third voice said. "Gimme a hand with her."

"Her?!" Yarko exclaimed.

Pressure forced her shoulder to roll and turn her on her back. She moaned inaudibly as she was drug away from the cool wetness that still held her by her knees.

"Good God!!" Yarko cried. "What happened to her leg??"

"I said shut up and gimme a hand!"

"Hang on a sec," Wakeed said. "You're the only one here who knows how to tie a tourniquet... so you better do it." Wakeed's voice dulled down to a whisper. "I don't know what that creature was... but Yarko's wrong, that wasn't a ligran."

"Yeah, I know, ligrans don't have yellow eyes."

"You saw it's eyes?" There was a stagnant silence. "Oh yeah... right I forgot about that." He chuckled.

"Come on you knuckleheads!" Yarko hissed. "That cat'll wash the powder out of its eyes then come lookin' to settle the score."

"Feh," Wakeed said lowly so Yarko wouldn't hear. "Ol' fool never knows what he's
talking about."

"Specially since I didn't use powder..."

"You didn't?"

Her eyelids flinched as the tourniquet zipped down tight, squeezing the area just below her groin.

"No. When it tried to take my arm off I dumped the powder in its mouth then, as you saw, held its muzzle shut so it had to swallow it."

"Then what happened to its eye?"

He replied sadly, "It smacked itself on a tree branch; probably poked its eye out."

Her arm was heavy and ached from the merciless battering the current had bestowed. A man's slender arms pushed under her knees and back then held her securely against his chest. She sighed and curled into his chest as much as her languished flesh would let her turn. All she could turn was her head, but that was enough... It was just enough to hear that sweet rhythm again. It felt like it had been days but... it felt so real...



The fountain's held their breath so as not to disturb their hearts, newly joined. Umi sat content on his lap, no longer cold with his surcoat and arms wrapped around her, his heartbeat softly whispering to her ear. She swore she could have purred like a kitten as his lips pressed against the top of her head...



Her mouth twitched, trying to smile.



"I can't tell you..." his voice faded as she cupped his face in her hands.

"Then don't." She brushed her lips over his. "Just kiss me."

He had to say what was stuck in his throat, but she wasn't making it any easier. 'Maybe I'll tell her later... I just want to....' His hand slid lower on her back but stopped when he could feel the curve of her hip. 'Not so fast... otherwise you're no better than those other bastards.' Her lips pressed harder; demanding a strengthening response. 'I can't... hold on... any longer.'

He grabbed her face and kissed her savagely. Her body responded as she straddled his lap and leaned forward to feel her chest crushed against his. He wavered, trying to catch his balance but ended up falling back until he reached up and caught the lip of the fountain. Water ran down his arm and chest, soaking the fabric through and sending a chill tremor through the rest of him. His other hand sliding down to caress the small of her back then traveled lower. The combination of her moan and her hand also sliding seductively lower made him wrap his arm around her and grind their hips together. She shivered with excitement.



"Huh?"

The man looked down at the shivering woman in his arms. Her mouth twitched then parted as she panted. Good thing they were home. At least now he had an excuse to open a few windows in the attic. Unfortunately, she'd be sweating for the rest of the day since his room in the attic was one: all they could spare; and two: it was always bloody hot during the daytime.

He laid her down on a straw mattress then went down the wooden ladder to retrieve their pitiful excuse for a healing box.



What did it feel like to be laid down by your lover?

Umi had heard that first times generally weren't great, but that wasn't going to stop her. She just wished his bed didn't feel so coarse. It felt like flimsy sticks were poking her back then finally gave way under their combined weight.

Why couldn't she feel his skin next to hers?

She shifted desperately to feel something besides his lips and hands. He was on top of her, why couldn't she feel his skin? His heartbeat? Why couldn't she hear him sigh? Was she not doing something right?

She tilted her head back as his lips moved down her throat. She gasped for breath.

Is this supposed to be like running a marathon? Why was she suddenly so out of breath?

She relaxed as she felt something sweep down her thigh. "Ouch!" she cried. "What did you-?" She peered around his shoulder to get a glimpse. Something stuck out of her thigh; thin, smooth, and cold. Then it was gone and the pain flared.

She was glistening. Sweat? Could less than a minute rise one's temperature so? And why was it so cold?

She gasped to hold back a scream as he pushed away and held himself above her. His face was blank and rippling like water; steadily growing darker. "What? Who are you?!"

He didn't answer, the rippling effect in his face spreading down his arms along with a blue coloration. Her eyes widened as it lost its humanoid form and fell on her in a dome; rushing into her open mouth and flooding her lungs. She felt a cannonball bash against her knee as she spun out of control; jerked this way and that as a roar thundered in her ears.



When he returned Umi was moaning and turning restlessly. Not thinking anything of it, he sat down by her injured leg then pulled out a ratty pull string bag from a small box and dumped some of its contents into a crushing bowl. With a fine powder in the bowl and a cup of water to mix, the salve was ready. He'd finally gotten used at how thick to make it. A little goes a long way so go easy. He reminded himself. Gotta make this last as long as possible.

He used the majority of the bluish black goo to fill in the laceration in her thigh then moved onto the smaller cuts. Where did you come from? He shuddered as he remembered how he found her. She was soaking wet, unconscious, battered and bleeding. The blood had obviously attracted that creature... whatever it was. He'd worry about that later.

He had to figure out a way to wake her up without sending her into shock. "Great..."

He stared at her face for the longest time, trying to keep his heart from sinking as he watched her writhe in pain. That look never suited anyone, even that creature... although that at the time it seemed almost comical. He hated to see anyone in pain. He hated to feel like he failed.

For the time, all he could think of was holding her hand.



Something exploded above her head. Rough extensions snagged her wrist then jerked her up like a fish on a line. She felt the wind on her skin and erupted in a cough. She fell hard on stones as whatever it was that held her let go.

A childish hand tipped with claws stroked her back. "Pretty lady... me find. Just like I said I would." The voice panted like an excited puppy, "Me tell him! Me tell! Now!"

Sucking in air laboriously, her arms gave out and she fell flat on her stomach; happy just to feel the wind brush over her back to cool the warmth of the sun.

Her moment of peace was shattered as a beast growled above her as if to claim her as its prey. Three voices cried out in the battle but the beast won that competition. It thrashed over her head and cried in pain. The voices cheered as the beast crashed into the river and was carried off down stream.

They spoke over her... then quieted as...

Her mouth twitched as she tried to smile, 'I knew you'd find me...'



She looked so cold.

He blushed a little at the action, afraid she'd wake up and see him doing it, but he took his shirt off anyway and pulled her up to rest her back against his chest. Her dress was soaked through and stuck to her skin. His face went scarlet and he closed his eyes when her head fell back as he pushed the top of her dress down to her waist. Working quickly, he found her wrists and worked them through the sleeves of his shirt then pulled it up to her shoulders. He sighed but the redness wouldn't leave his cheeks. Leaning her head forward he pushed it through the shirt then his eyes fell on the smooth skin of her back. He froze and his ears turned red. I should be having someone else do this... I shouldn't even be touching her. He pulled the tail of the shirt down to cover her back. Just make it quick so you can get it over with. He laid her back down on the mattress then froze. Now what am I supposed to do? Her water sodden dress was still wrapped around her legs. "Uh..." he said softly. Wait a second, I got it!

Pulling a blanket from a nearby chest, he draped it over her then tugged the wet fabric around her ankles until he had the entire parcel. Umi groaned and turned restlessly. Her fingers curled around the edge of the blanket and pulled it up to her chin as she pulled her knees up to her chest.

She's still shivering. He draped another blanket over her. That should be more than enough. I just have to remember there won't be a quick fix. He turned toward the hatch in the wooden floor. I'll just leave her alone for a while, then check back in an hour or so.

She moaned as she turned back onto her back. "Clef..." she whispered.

"Huh?"

"Where are you...?"



Hands trembled as they attempted to retrieve water from the river. Throat burned as lesions bubbled up inside from the powder.

Elfang sniffed and cried as quietly as possible to keep his throat from tightening. He clawed at the ground to keep from screaming. Mean nasty men! Wha'd I do to them?! I found pretty... beautiful woman then- I couldn't carry her like this! I wasn't going to steal her... she's not their's anyway!!! He pawed at his chest to find the pendent but only found a piece of the leather string. "Heh!!" He erupted into a vicious coughing fit as he spun in circles to find where the pendent fell. He dropped on his hands and knees and searched every blade of grass. No... no! No! No!! NO!!! Where is it?!! Tears swelled in his eyes then streamed down his cheeks. "No! Don't leave me here alone! Clef!!"

He flopped down on the ground and buried his face in his hands. His tears seeped into the ground with the rain that fell from overhead.



He turned his eyes toward the window as the first drops of rain tapped against the glass. Sighing, he pinched the bridge of his nose then stood. He leaned on the window frame on his elbow and leaned his head on his arm.

"Why is it that the rain always seems to bring out the despair in a person's heart?" he said softly to the rain roaring outside his window. He clenched his jaw to suppress a yawn. I can't fall asleep... have to- stay awake. Still, his eyelids began to grow heavy until a tiny cry sounded nearby. "Hm?" he asked, automatically turning toward the door. "Enter if you wish," he called. No one answered or opened the door. "Heh, sleep deprivation must be getting to me finally."

"Clef..."

"Is someone in here?" he called, hand curling around the hilt of his sword. He closed his eyes and let out a long breath after the silence persevered. "Easy Clef... don't get yourself wound up over nothing."

"Clef."

Where is it coming from?

"Clef!"

"Elfang?"

"Clef! Answer me, please!"

"Oh shit!" He fumbled with the fasten at the base of his collar then pulled out the pendent. "Elfang! Can you hear me?"

"Clef? Where are you?"

Clef mentally hit himself in the forehead, Don't tell me he lost it. He sighed, "Follow my voice and calm down. You'll find it."

"There you are!" He coughed and hacked then whimpered.

"Are you alright?"

"... heh... heh!... no..." he whimpered. "Mean men shove burning dust down Elfang's throat. Me no breathe."

"Stay calm Elfang. Stay by the river, go as far toward the city as you can. I'll find you."

Without another word he turned swiftly out into the corridor and walked briskly toward the stable. Lantis called to him. He replied: "My eye on the inside has something in it. I have to clear it." Lantis, of course, didn't know what he meant.

Nightshade whinnied and tossed his head when Clef pushed the doors open with a loud clap of thunder at his back.

"Easy friend," Clef said soothingly as he grabbed hold of Nightshade's reigns then stroked his neck. "The lightning holds no quarrel with us... though the wolves might seek to snatch a bite of your ankles my friend. I understand if you don't wish to go. I wouldn't want to either if I was in your position," he said with a hopeless smile. "Very well then, stay here and stay warm." Grabbing a blanket from the shelf, rolling it up then tying it under his cloak, he turned and took a few steps before Nightshade pawed at the ground in protest. "Are you sure about this?" Nightshade whinnied and craned his neck around the door until he could bite at the deadbolt. "Alright then... thank you."



Elfang crawled along the riverbank, blinking to clear his blurry vision. Tears still cascaded down his face. The raw lesions from the powder had moved down to his lungs and intestines. He clawed at the grass to pull his way further down the bank; pendent clutched to his chest.

His ear twitched. Something was calling from up ahead.

He raised his head, clinging to a ragged thread of hope. Clef...?

"Elfang?!" the voice called, still faint.

He held the pendent close to his mouth. "I'm here..."

A gray figure dismounted from his horse and rushed to Elfang's side. Scooping him up in his arms, Clef motioned for Nightshade to follow up the slope to the forest.



"Another dreary night," Eagle muttered to himself. A sharp jolt up his arm made him wince and cradle the slung arm. "And, just as I suspected, no sign of the councilman."

"What did you say?" Ryuuzaki asked. "Have you received word from the councilman? And what of your search in the Natal region?"

"Forgive me milord, but no. I have received no word from the councilman. And we found no trace of milady Ryuuzaki in the Natal region. Every household was checked, every landlord questioned... still nothing. Forgive me."

He waved his hand, "It's not your fault Chancellor. You are doing all that you can."

"Unlike Clef..."

"What do you mean by that?"

Eagle paled slightly. "I merely mean that I have not seen his name in any roster for a search party either here or in the forests."

"He was not here to sign his name on one that night. You know that Chancellor."

"I know what he did to the only suspect we attained."

"The one who attacked you?"

"Doubtful but possible. I am not an expert on such matters as potions, spells, and their effects." Ryuuzaki didn't comment. "But the councilman is..."

"Yes, of this I'm aware."

"Doesn't it seem odd to you that our only skillful magician, if you will, was nowhere to be found? And then he comes in the next afternoon then busies himself with reports all day."

"You're speaking out of a personal grudge. Perhaps had you asked me if you could court my daughter I might have consented. As it stands you did not."

"Though I would have."

"One moment too long is too late Chancellor."

"Perhaps... for the sake of my affection. Though, back to the task at hand, I still believe it was all too convenient for the councilman to be missing. The effects of the drug wore off almost immediately after they caught her. And he says he doesn't remember what the symptoms were, all because he was acting on emotion. How many times can we afford such incidences as these? How many times can Umi afford it? I've seen his light late at night from the streets. He hasn't slept in five days! His judgement can't be what it normally would be. All his high ranking officers have been deployed and come back empty-handed. Do you know why? It's because all the areas he's looking in have already been hit. The only thing he's doing for you is draining the strength of those who are needed to protect Cephiro's people!"

"And when was the last riot Chancellor?" Ryuuzaki asked, trying to keep his voice from bordering surliness. "Tell me, when was the last assassination attempt before five days ago? He has kept the people safe since he was appointed by the Guru."

"So you're saying his loyalties to the Guru are enough to force false faith in him? And where is this Guru anyway? Obviously not here!"

"T'were it not for the Guru, Cephiro would have crumbled long ago before thought of reformations could begin. You would still be in Autozam doing what you were stationed within that system. And yes, despite his fleeting interactions I do trust the Guru and his appointed councilman!"

Eagle straightened, ready to reopen the argument but Ryuuzaki's wintry stare made him bite his tongue. Finally he bowed, "T'was merely a fools hypothesis milord. I meant no harm by it. Nor did I wish to endanger our trust."

"You have not endangered it," Ryuuzaki said tersely. But I would advise that you leave.

Almost as if sensing Ryuuzaki's mental message, although it was plainly written in his eyes, Eagle bowed and said graciously, "I pray you will forgive a fool for stating his opinion on such a tender matter."

Ryuuzaki didn't reply or breathe a word as he watched Eagle retreat from the room like a dog with his tail between his legs. He could sense that Eagle knew he had made a mistake that might have cost him his governmental position in society forever.

But once outside the manner and a safe distance away from Ryuuzaki's window, Eagle swerved his horse and faced the estate. "You trust to easily old man. Feh! Placing your hope in phantoms... not wise milord. Not wise at all."

Ryuuzaki growled in disgust then turned to his window. "Young men," he hissed lowly. "Always so high strung."

And how dare he insult the Guru???

"Feh," he muttered then turned to the cabinet. He needed a drink. Something strong to
chill the fiery rage boiling in his blood. A breath hissed through his teeth. And I have an high tolerance for most everything! He stared at his shot glass, full to the brim, suspiciously. He shook his head. "No..." he said to himself. "Clef wouldn't do that. There's no motive. No doubt they would have engaged, then done so in wedlock, and lived as any other couple would." He shot his eyes at the window. Eagle's a damned fool! He fitted the glass to his lips and threw his head back, then slapped the glass back on the table. He doesn't know what he's talking about. He's been this way since Zen....

The very thought of that man sobered Ryuuzaki then almost made him grim. He sat down in his chair and stared out into space. Just don't think about it. Eagle's a damned fool.

But his voice didn't even sound convincing as those words ran through his head. "Clef wouldn't do that. He's not power hungry... he's not like that."

He rose from his chair and poured himself another shot. Draining the glass in one gulp he raised the bottle to help himself to a third. Then a wall of fuzz came over his eyes. "Huh?" He started to waver on his feet. Slowly placing the bottle down, he braced himself against the table. "Maybe I'm not as tolerant as I thought," he breathed.

Love...?

"Lilia..."

What's wrong?

He turned to the oil family portrait on the far wall, hidden in shadow due to the dim light. Lilia's eyes seemed to glow on the canvas as they did in life. "You're..."

What's wrong love?

He blinked to make sure he was seeing things clearly. Lilia's face was... moving? She was speaking! He rubbed his eyes.

She stepped down out of the painting; pale, transparent, and gray. You look so stressed. Have you eaten anything? He didn't answer and her eyes grew sorrowful. Answer me please. I can't heal it if I don't know what's wrong.

"How can you be here?"

She smiled and brushed her ghostly fingers through his hair; no sensation made his scalp tingle. Because you need me.

Tears brimmed his eyes and he fell to his knees. She descended with him, as if in slow motion and underwater. "Lilia..."

Umi's missing isn't she?

"How did you-"

She placed a wispy finger over his lips. I see much more now on this side of the stage. She smiled softly and kissed his brow. She's gone.

"No," he said as he shook his head. "Clef'll find her. I have faith in him."

Clef... Disappointment darkened her eyes. Now it makes sense. He was in charge of her protection wasn't he? It makes perfect sense now.

"You can't be saying Eagle's right!"

He is right love. Clef? I never trusted that man, she said as she shook her head. Zen... aye, he was bitter and cold and distant, but he was devoted to protecting those he knew in this foreign world.

Ryuuzaki opened his mouth to speak but Lilia cut him off. I know of your faith in Clef, and in his master. And there is no doubt in my heart that the Guru is an angel from God above; his very own right hand. But with his left hand he ushers in the very demons that threaten to tear this nation apart! Eagle has seen it happen before to other nations. Takeovers from within, he's seen them all! He's your greatest asset wether you want to admit it or not. She kissed his lips. Please... put aside your pride... our daughter's life is at stake!

He blinked and she was nowhere to be found. He looked up at the portrait. "Don't leave me..." he whispered.

I'm always here, her voice whispered faintly from the wall. Please my love, heed my warning. The councilman is hollow within. On the outside he may seem as though he cares deeply... that he would throw his life away if it kept Umi safe... but he lies. He lies! You can't depend on faith. Not faith in the councilman. Your spirits can't feed on that to stay alive.

Ryuuzaki gasped as his eyes bolted wide open. He eased his hands, realizing he was gripping the arms of his chair. Did I fall asleep? Lilia...? Lilia!! He spun in his chair and faced the portrait. Nothing stirred on the canvas. "Trust Eagle... No," he shook his head, "this time you're wrong my love. You imply that Clef is a demon ushered in by God's left hand. And yet the Guru is an angel? You never got the chance to speak with Clef. That man can't lie!"

Lilia's sad voice echoed through the walls. Not until now... that's why you have such faith in him.

Ryuuzaki shook his head and clamped his hands over his ears. "I'm telling you you're wrong about him!" With the next breath of her voice, Ryuuzaki bolted up from his chair, snatched the liquor bottle, and shattered it against the wall. "ENOUGH!!!" he screamed.

Eagle gasped then put the silver orb back in his cloak, away from the rain. He smirked, "Seems there is a more rash side to you after all." His smirk remained engraved as he turned his horse and flicked the reigns. But once off the estate, doubt and disgust jousted for dominance on his face. He turned to gaze at the mansion far off in the distance. "What kind of monster is a man who plagues a grief stricken soul with images of his deceased wife? Once named, I am that monster." He withdrew the orb then set his sights on a nearby tree. His horse snorted and started as the metal shattered against the tree trunk. "No more," Eagle said decidedly then flicked the reigns.



"How long?"

"She's been sleeping for days now."

"How many?"

"Four by my count... I'm getting worried. Maybe that beast did something to her before we got to her."

"Doubtful. Those things don't waste time when they go in for the kill. You didn't notice any bruising did you?"

"I didn't really... look..."

"I would have."

SMACK!!!

"Wha'd you do that for?!"

"Asshole! Good thing I didn't let you take her home."

"You sayin' I can't take care of a woman?!"

"Not like that shithead!"

"Hey..."

"You wanna step-"

"Hey!"

"Huh?"

"Could you guys keep it down? I'm trying to get some sleep here. Thank you."

"Uh... you've already been asleep for four days. Just thought you might like to know."

"What?!" she bolted up, fully awake and grabbed the shirt collar of a green haired boy. His lavender eyes widened until there was a clear ring around them.

"She lives!" he laughed, getting over his initial shock.

"You mean I've been asleep for four days?!"

A brown haired boy replied, "Ever since we found you by the river."

She pulled her head back sharply and blinked wildly. "River? Wait..." looking around the darkening attic, "where am I?"

"You're on the outskirts," the green haired boy said.

"Of where?" her blinking slowing slightly.

"Of Cephiro," the brown haired boy replied.

Tears began to swell in her eyes, How'd I get all the way out here? She began to shiver. I don't know anyone out here. My father has no influence over these people and it would have to be a two day journey if Clef came for me. She began to pant nervously.

"You okay?" the brown haired boy asked, reaching out to place a hand on her shoulder.

She smiled shakily and brushed his hand away before it made contact. "Fine."

"You sure?"

She could only nod.

"Here," he said softly as he held out a bowl of water. "At least try to eat something after this."

"I'm not hungry," her lips muttered over the bowl.

"It's been four days; you should eat something."

"I said I'm not hungry!" she snapped.

"Okay..." cowering slightly. "Come on Wakeed. Let's let her be."

"Whatever you say," Wakeed said with a shrug as he followed his friend down the hatch.

But the hatch didn't close. The brown haired boy came back up with a glowing lantern and a small box. "Sorry to bug you," he said, "I need to check your wound before I let you alone for the night."

"What wound?"

"Looks like somebody stabbed you," he replied as he pushed the blanket back, ignoring her gasp. He gently held her hands away as she tried to cover her exposed thigh.

"Stabbed me? I don't know who would..."

"Can't help you there. They were weak though. I can tell you that much." Looking up at her face as his hands worked to remove the bandage, "Where do you come from? What part of Cephiro?"

"I uh..."

"You don't have to say anything if you don't want to."

She held her peace and her breath as his hands lifted her thigh to pull the old bandage off then encircle a new one. His fingertips continued to brush around a small spot; tender to touch. She clenched her teeth then screwed her face; what emotion she didn't know: confusion/ pain/ disgust? "What are you doing?"

"The first day you were here, I put a thick paste in the wound here to eat the dead flesh and pull the new tissue together. It's worked pretty well so far. This also lets me know how deep the dagger went."

"How do you figure that?"

"Well, the paste thickens a little more in the flesh then is pushed out as the wound heals." He placed a gap between his index finger and thumb that was about two inches wide. "That's about how much has come out already."

"Is that good?"

"Very. Considering what's being pushed out is already tapering to a point, I'd say you'll be as good as new in another three days or so. Heh! Normally it would take weeks for someone to heal from this." He tied off the bandage, after trimming the air hardened substance that was growing out of her leg, and pulled the blanket back down. "There. That should do it."

"Thank you."

"No problem." He picked up the lantern and stuffed the box with what he had taken out. "Goodnight."

"Wait!" she called as his head disappeared beneath the hole.

He popped his head back up. "What?"

"Sorry for snapping at you earlier."

He smiled, "You didn't snap... not really. But it's okay."

"And... I didn't catch your name."

His smile broadened, "It's Ascot. And yours?"

"Umi, your friend was Wakeed right?"

"Right."

"Tell him I'm sorry too, please."

Ascot shrugged, "He probably doesn't even remember that you snapped at him by now."

"Really?" she said with a chuckle, mostly relieved.

"He didn't seem too upset about it. So don't worry or lose any sleep over it. Well... I'm not gonna bug you anymore tonight. So try to get some sleep and I'll check back with you in the morning."

"Okay. Goodnight Ascot."

"Goodnight Umi."

With the hatch closed, the only light to be seen was the pale starlight slicing through the thatch roof above her head. She laid back down on the mattress, for the first time realizing how uncomfortable it was and how hot the blanket was. Sitting up, she cast the blanket at her feet then wiggled her way out of the loose shirt that threatened to swallow her whole. This she sat next to her incase someone came to check on her; at least she could cover up.

Lying back, feeling the straw poke her bare skin, she groaned and turned; favoring her right thigh at the expense of true comfort. How am I going to get out of here? How did I get here in the first place? The river? Did it carry me this far? To the freakin' outskirts?! And which way? North? South? East? West? Where am I???

Throwing herself on her side, she winced as the force woke a fire in her wound. "Damn
thing," she sniffed. "What'd I do to deserve this?"

Rolling on her back: It'll be okay. Someone's looking for me. It's been four days though. They should have searched the outskirts already. Maybe tomorrow they'll be here. Then I'll be on my way home. But... Clef... why haven't you come for me yet? Fire burned in her eyes. Eagle's delaying you isn't he? He wants to be the first one to find me. Yeah, like that'll make him look any better in father's eyes. It doesn't matter even if he does surpass Clef in father's favor. I'm in love with Clef... in love? The fire dispersed as love made her eyes glisten. "I love him." Come for me soon my love. Otherwise I fear I shall go insane.



He looked out at the river. The rain had stopped long ago and the clouds finally let the stars take their shift.

A chill gust made him pull his water sodden cloak tighter around his shoulders. He turned his gaze back to the wheezing Elfang; asleep but obviously in pain. I just hope that potion takes effect before his airway closes completely. And why didn't I bring anything with me?! Now I can't leave to get the proper supplies. He sighed, I shouldn't have brought him into this. It might have been better if I had ditched him shortly after we met.

He shifted anxiously, I should be looking for Umi while I'm out here! He looked back at Elfang. But I can't leave him like this. He may have found something, besides.

The wind seemed to gain a humid edge as it licked at his face. He loosened his grip on his cloak then cast it aside altogether. Now what?

Then he knew.

The air about him began to swelter and grow stagnant.

What is this? Feels like... just before I cast a spell. Is my magic surging? What the hell is happening to me?!

Events came out of order this time, but the pain in the center of his chest hit right on cue.
He groaned and clutched at his heart.

Elfang's ear twitched and he cracked an eye open in Clef's direction. "Heh?"

He slammed his eyes shut and clenched his jaw until his teeth ached from the pressure. Light again, behind my eyes. A bright white orb with a gray center; empty and hollow. Is this supposed to represent something? Why do I always see it right before- He fell on his side, away from Elfang, and pulled his knees into his chest. I have to stop it... otherwise Elfang... he'll-

Elfang's eyes widened and brightened in fear as he watched Clef's body begin to glow a fiery orange. "No Clef!" he cried as he jumped to his feet, forgetting his own pains. "No let fireman come back! Smoulder him!"

"I... can't!..."

Elfang spat in disgust. "Clef stronger than fireman. Me seen it! Fireman just want to burn! Clef want to fight, Clef needs fight! Fight for perdy lady! Fight for her!!"

"Umi..."

"She be near. Me know! Me seen her near river! Dat when mean men use fire dust. Send me back to biting four-fangs. She near! She close by!"

"You sure?" His voice began to clear; the pain subsiding.

"I'm sure," he said as he laid a hand on Clef's shoulder.

The glow faded and Clef's skin went from a brilliant orange to a dull flesh tone. He panted and slowly unwound his body and released the death grip he had over his heart. But instead of feeling normal as he had after the last attack, he was washed out and exhausted. The only thought on his mind was sleep. Then Elfang crashed down beside him, panting like a dog trying to clear his lungs. "Elfang..." Clef said groggily. He put his hand out in front of him, just above Elfang's head. "Can you reach my hand?"

Elfang's labored breathing quieted as it shallowed. He wagged his head. "Bye Clef..."

Fire flashed in Clef's eyes as he sat up abruptly. Grabbing Elfang's shoulders he growled, "Don't you give up on me!"

Elfang cracked an eye open and whispered, "Me just tired. Me rest now..."

"Not yet!" He rolled Elfang on his back and held his hands over his face and chest. "Shilo na tolga!"

Ribbons of light streamed from Clef's fingertips and seeped into Elfang's chest and eyes.
Elfang drew a deep breath and smiled slightly as the air filled his lungs. Then his eyes bolted wide and he scrambled to his hands and knees. He coughed, gagged, and spat. Clef put his hands on Elfang's back; still aglow, and worked his way closer to Elfang's throat. Elfang coughed in panic as white things coated with blood erupted from his mouth. "It's okay Elfang," Clef said soothingly. "This is normal. It's okay. Let it come and it'll be over before you know it."

Elfang gave one last wrenching hurl and a sickening spray of blood, vomit, and white lesions hit the grass below him. His arms gave out.

Clef caught him and pulled him up in his lap then rubbed his back. "It's over now. You did good. You did good."

"I thought I was dying."

"No... I know what you mean, but no."

"You've felt like you were dying? When?"

"Every time I nearly burn my soul to ashes."

Elfang cringed but sleep soon took him and the man in whose arms he snored.

Clef could feel the weight pushing his eyelids, sleep beckoning to him. He turned his head and yawned then blinking to clear the water in his eyes. I shouldn't be sleeping, not when I'm so close... What am I thinking? Elfang probably made that up so I would suppress it. She's not here.

Guru... you gave me surpassing orders to find Umi. What made you think that I could ever be your eyes, ears, or hands? Your eyes have drunk the words of spells that can call upon the dead to do your bidding. Though your eyes are more so known for finding the weaknesses in society and making them into strengths. Your ears hear the cries of those who are lost, wounded, and tormented and they set your feet to follow their sorrowful voices. You have heard secrets that would make the Devil himself cringe. But your hands? How am I supposed to mimic the miracles? You rose this nation up from the brink of destruction. You built the structures. You tamed the complaints of the people. You appointed those who would maintain order. Everything was perfect... but you made one mistake: you appointed me as the head of it all in your absence. Is there something in me you see that I am oblivious to? Haven't you seen the destruction that threatens to tear me apart?! You must have known before now that this would happen... so why me? Why me....

Before his mind could wonder further, he let sleep swallow him in blissful forgetfulness.



Two more days had passed since she woke and she was no closer to home than she had been then. Sorrow consumed her heart as she sat in the attic, waiting in the shadows. Why hasn't he come yet?

There came a knock from under the floor. Ascot lifted the hatch and poked his smiling face up. "You ever consider coming outside?" he asked.

"No," she said crossly. "Leave me alone."

He hopped up and sat on the rim of the hatch, "What's wrong with you? Ever since yesterday it's like you got a stick up your butt. You're leg is healed pretty much. So what's wrong?"

"I shouldn't even be here!" she cried. "I was thrown in the river by an assassin after sharing a few hours with-" She clamped her hands over her mouth. I can't believe I almost let that slip!

"Who was trying to kill you?"

"I don't know!"

"Okay okay," he said defensively. "Jeez! I was just coming up to see if you wanted your breakfast outside for a change. The sun would do you some good you know."

"I doubt it." It's already cooked your brain you idiot!

"Aw come on! Tell ya what, you come out for breakfast and if you don't like it then you can stay up here as long as you want and I'll only come up to throw food at ya when you're hungry."

"Throw food at me?" she hissed. Who does this guy think he is?

"Just a joke, Wakeed got me started saying it." He stood up, walked toward her despite her scowl, and dropped an airy summer dress in her lap. "A friend of mine made it for you when I told her that all you were wearing was my old shirts."

Umi held it up. It's too big. But the thought of someone she didn't know going out of their way to make something for her softened her disposition. "Deal. Just let me change."

"Alright, just throw somethin' against the wall and I'll let you out."

"Huh?"

"Well..." he put his hand behind his head as a goofy expression came over his face.

She inwardly smiled. He looks kinda cute like that. Carefree and innocent... almost childlike. She almost gasped when he opened his eyes. I've never seen eyes so green before.

His smile faded and his laughter died as a crimson hue crept over his cheeks. "Uh... I guess I'll wait for you. Holla when you're ready to come down. And don't be surprised if you're a little weak. You haven't walked in a while."

"Six days now right?"

"Be my guess."

He left but his words ran through her mind as she tried to stand. He wasn't kidding! But am I supposed to be this shaky? Pulling her weight up with her arms, she looked down to inspect herself. Not bad... it's not an evening gown, but from looking at his clothes, it's an expensive investment. And these people don't even know me... I almost wish whoever did this for me hadn't gone through all the trouble.

"Hey Ascot!" she called. No reply and the hatch didn't open. She stomped on the floor and called again. "Ascot!"

Snickers came up through the floorboards.

"You think we should let her out?"

"Nah! Let her sweat for a little bit."

"What's going on?"

"Ascot!" Umi called. "Tell these kids to let me out!"

"Wakeed!" Ascot shouted. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Aww come on bud," Wakeed said laughingly. "We were gonna let her out honest."

The latch clicked and Ascot pushed the hatch open. "I shoulda known you'd try some shit like this Wakeed. But you Pika?"

"It was just harmless fun," a mischievous voice said.

Umi's eyes turned cold. "Fun is it? You try to keep from getting dehydrated up there!"

"Heh," the mischievous voice said. "Been there, done that."

Umi took Ascot's hand as she held up the hem of the navy dress while trying to maneuver her unruly feet. She was just thankful that the fabric hung as though it were heavy and didn't get tangled around her knees and ankles. Although, the dress did have one flaw, at least it did in current company. She could feel the fabric sweep out in an oval to expose her collarbones and the beginning curve of her shoulders. The rest of the dress was straight and long; long, flared sleeves and a hem that almost swept the floor at her feet.

She shot her eyes at a boy with dark oceanic eyes and hair to match when he whistled. His eyes trailed her up and down. He reached over and wrapped his fingers around her delicate arm. "Kinda skinny aincha?" She scowled which made him grin broader. "Cute in a way. What do you think Wakeed?"

"Not bad," Wakeed said, his eyes never leaving hers. "Caldina did good on her dress."

"Caldina of Chizeta?" Umi inquired.

A dumbfounded look fell over their faces. "I guess..." Pika said as he scratched his head.

"She just showed up one day to tell you the truth," Wakeed added. Regaining his smirk: "Ascot took to her like a fish in the sea."

Ascot blushed at the thought, furious with himself for letting his cheeks redden around the guys. And in front of Umi.

"Of course!" Umi said before anyone could notice Ascot's flaming shade. But what she said didn't make matters any better. "He's a nice guy and makes most anyone feel welcome. The two of you could take a lesson from him."

They broke out laughing.

Umi rolled her eyes then looked at Ascot. "Don't mind them. They laugh to keep from scowling with jealousy."

"I doubt it," Ascot said quietly as he lead her out the door into the light.

"Trust me," she said with a wink. "I've seen it many times before."

"You have?"

"Yep."

"Where?"

She opened her mouth to speak then knocked her teeth together to keep her tongue from wagging out any secrets. Clever... very clever kid. She smiled then waved her finger at him. "I'm not ready for that yet."

He snapped his fingers, "Thought I had ya there."

"You'll have to try something more devious than that to get me to say anything."

"I uh... I know it's not really any of my business, but why are you so reluctant to talk about your home? Are you trying to hide from someone?"

"No."

"Then-"

"I just don't want to talk about it."

"Okay..."

Wakeed clapped his hands on their shoulders; making them yelp and jump. Ascot punched him while Umi went on automatic; putting her hand over her heart and giggling. Then she brushed the joke off entirely, causing Pika to raise an eyebrow. So we have a princess in our midst eh? He smirked, That's gonna have to change. He elbowed Wakeed and held him back so Ascot could take Umi on ahead. "Quite the little royalty isn't she?"

Wakeed's head shot back, surprised by the seriousness underlining Pika's tone. Folding his arms and pinching his chin as he watched Umi walk away: "She does seem kinda proper." His eyebrows furrowed in disbelief as she suddenly stopped and swept her hair up and stuck it in a bun. "Way too formal."

"How much you wanna bet she's been programmed that way since birth?"

"I ain't bettin' nothin'! 'Cause I know you're right."

"So..." They started walking after them through the waking streets. "What are we gonna do to help her unwind?"

Wakeed let a breath flap his lips, "Damned if I know. Hey! Wait a minute. You're the acting type, try to warm up to her."

Pika raised an eyebrow in uncertainty, "I don't know what kind of formal she's used to. Even then it's a load of B.S. that she'd see right through. A mirror can't bluff the real thing."

"Yeah, maybe, but she seems like she's got a whole other side to herself. Did you catch the look in her eye when she heard Caldina made that dress for her? She may not be a simple chick at heart, but part of it probably doesn't take much to impress. Just the thought will hold value to her I bet."

"Maybe... but I uh.... sorta... got a girl now. So I can't get close to that girl."

"What?? No way! Ai's got a thing for you too?"

Pika nodded sheepishly, "Yeah, I popped the question on her last night."

"Popped the question?"

Pika looked up then frowned at Wakeed's smirk. "Not that question jackass!" he said as he punched Wakeed in the gut.

Wakeed merely flexed his abdomen and deflected the blow then wrapped his arm around Pika's neck. Those who passed by laughed and shook their heads at the usual spectacle. As always the handsome, well toned, and tanned green haired boy, who every red blooded teenage girl swooned in front of, held the blue haired boy, who looked to be no older than thirteen when in reality he was older than Wakeed, in a headlock as they went down the street.

"Wakeed!" Pika yelled as he tried to yank his head out. "Let go before your pit juice slicks back my hair!"

Wakeed laughed, "It'd take a lot more than I've got to control that mess."

"Let go!" He stomped on Wakeed's foot with his heel.

"Ouch!" Wakeed cried, still laughing. "Well if you're so worried, have a bath."

Pika shouted: "You ass!" then splashed down in a nearby horse trough. A blonde haired girl laughed as she shielded her face from the spray. She covered her mouth to suppress a giggle as Pika slowly rose his head out of the water then shook it like a dog. "Pika!" she squealed.

"Huh?" he said as he tilted his head then tried to knock the water out of his ear. He stuck his pinkie in his other ear and twisted it to break the water barrier. "Who said my name?"

"I did," she said softly as she placed her hands on his shoulders; her voice was sweet velvet. Pika smiled to himself, closed his eyes, and let her hands massage his shoulders.

"Thanks Ai," Wakeed called as he came to retrieve his soaked friend. "Now I'll never get him out of there."

"Yeah you will," Ai said. She dropped her hands and Pika groaned in protest. "All I have to do is walk away," she whispered to Wakeed as she walked around him. As if on cue, Pika jumped out of the trough, scooped Ai up in his arms, and spun in a one-eighty. She laughed and held her arms around his neck as he put her back down. "You gonna be fireside tonight?" she whispered as she leaned down and pressed her forehead against his.

"Wouldn't miss it," he said huskily.

"I'll see you tonight then," she said then pecked him on the lips.

"Yo lover boy!" Wakeed called even though they were within speaking distance. "Ascot's waitin' for us ya know."

"Alright," Pika said to Ai then kissed her on the lips. "See ya tonight."

She only smiled as he walked away; pulling his shirt off then ringing it to get the water out. And showing off for Ai wasn't completely out of his mind either.

"I don't see why you're bitchin' like that," Pika said as he twisted his shirt again.

"Like what?" Wakeed asked innocently.

"Like what," Pika chortled. "You could have any girl you wanted in the entire... nation probably and you remind me that we have to be somewhere when I'm with my girl?"

"You make it sound like I've never fooled around with a woman before."

"Peh! Don't give me that. I heard you and -who was that- Dinka!- that's right- moaning while the hay rustled in the loft."

"Dinka?"

"What?! You mean you've already been around the bush so many times you don't remember the 'sexy minx' who always ground our faces in the dirt?"

"Oh!" He laughed, "You mean her!"

Pika's jaw dropped. Are you really that dense? Damn... I guess so. But shit! You forgot about Dinka?! "Yeah I mean her."

"Ah, she wasn't that great."

Pika couldn't take this anymore. The woman he had wet dreams about for years before he met Ai wasn't even on the radar with his best friend. Not that great?! He was moaning louder than she was! "You gotta be shittin' me!"

"I ain't shittin' ya pal. I swear, all you had to do was touch her and she'd have an orgasm... man that was weird. Try gettin' worked up with that going on... while you're trying to-"

"Yo! Okay! Okay! I get the picture! ... shit man, I still want to be able to look at my breakfast without getting sick."

Wakeed got that sly look in his eye but he waited until Pika threw his shirt on so he wouldn't see it. You want a picture? I'll give ya a picture alright.

But Wakeed never got the chance. Just when he opened his mouth to say something about
one of his wilder experiences, Ascot came and laughed at Pika. "What happened to you?" Ascot laughed.

"That ass pushed me in the horse's hole," Pika replied as he threw his head at Wakeed.

"We've been waiting for you guys," Ascot said.

"We?" Wakeed asked. "Oh yeah... Umi. I forgot about her."

Ascot's eyes darkened, "Don't try any shit with her you got it?"

Both Wakeed and Pika's eyes widened at the tone in Ascot's voice, then nodded.

Umi was inside the giant tent a few yards away, sitting somberly and staring at her food. Nothing looks even remotely appetizing. But she wasn't hungry for food anyway. She never saw the food that was in her bowl. The hunger in her was much higher than her stomach. She placed a hand on her heart then pushed the bowl away and rested her head on her folded arms. She closed her eyes as she buried her face in the crook of her elbow. Think back Umi... remember exactly what he looked like. Blue eyes- sexy, mysterious, pleading, loving, happy and... tormented? He looked so... so... I don't know! I just don't know! And lavender hair- almost the shade of lilacs. No, wait, darker. No, lighter. Yes. No. Yes! No! I don't know! She buried her tears in the fabric of her sleeve. I just don't know... where are you? It's been nearly six days now. Eagle can't hold you back that long... or are you even looking for me?

Her head shot up as she gasped, He never said he actually loved me. Did he? No. No he didn't! That bastard! He played me! He's just the same as the others. Use me to get in close to my father... he'll win then. My father will turn his power over to him... it doesn't matter to me. If I'm there then that responsibility will be turned over to me. And I don't want it! Let him have it!

All through her thoughts she never noticed Ascot, Wakeed, and Pika had taken a seat
around her. They all sat silently, not sure of what to make of her expression when she brought her face out of her arms. Ascot felt he should have put his arm around her to comfort her. He didn't know why; she just looked like she was about to cry. Then her expression changed and he could sense Pika and Wakeed tensing up; almost afraid, himself too. He hadn't seen anyone look so cold before.

At last she let out a long sigh, sat up, and pulled her bowl close and took a spoonful. I guess I'm really better off here after all. Heh, it's like you always said: "Everything happens for a reason Umi, remember that."

Zen... what ever happened to you?

"Huh?" she asked as she turned to Pika. "Did you say something?"

"No," Pika said quickly.

She shrugged, "Must be hearing things. Okay," pushing her bowl back then pointing to Ascot. "I know your name." Pointing to Pika: "You I'm not so sure about."

"Oh, my name's Pika," he said with a smile. Maybe she's not crazy after all. That's a relief.

"And I'm Wakeed," Wakeed said lowly.

She raised an eyebrow. "You trying to seduce me or something?"

"Huh?"

"That's better."

"What?"

"I didn't like your tone, that's all."

"What tone?"

"That low one you're using."

"Again what tone?"

She smiled secretly then leaned over the table and pulled Wakeed's hand toward her. Her voice went from velvet to silk. "I know what you would say."

"Which would be?" He smiled wickedly. This won't be too difficult. I'll have her in no time. Hah! Like Ascot could stop me. He didn't notice Ascot glaring at him.

She picked his hand up in both of hers then brushed her thumbs over his knuckles. "And I know what you would do."

Ascot began to stand up to break them apart when Pika coughed and shook his head. He mouthed the words: "She knows what she's doing."

"I wouldn't be so sure," Wakeed said. "I might surprise you."

"I doubt it," she said with a smirk. "At least... you couldn't top the men who have tried to court me in the past."

"Really?"

"For example," she began as she stroked the back of his hand; centering around his index and middle fingers. "One man even came so bold as to... well, never mind. This isn't the greatest place." Wakeed was about to make his move when she started again. "Although... one of the greatest, and nearly successful, was a little line a songbird breathed in my ear.

" 'You can tell a lot about a woman by the shape and curves of her fingers. For example, the index and middle fingers," she brushed two fingers down those she indicated. "Can demonstrate what it's like to caress a woman's calves," she said as she brushed the second segment of his fingers. "Then brush over the kneecap," as she ran her thumbs over his knuckle. "To the softest point," caressing the segment closest to his hand. She paused to make sure she could hear his breathing. I've got you right where I want you. She looked up at him with a wicked smile on her face. "Then finally...' " She pressed her lips to the soft skin between his fingers, making sure he could feel the tip of her tongue slide down the crevice then up again.

He suddenly bowed his head and yanked his hand away. "If you'll excuse me," he said tersely then leapt from the table and walked briskly out the door.

"Well done!" an elderly gentleman said as he rose from his seat and started clapping. "Well done!" Everyone else laughed at him. "What? Isn't it about time someone got him on a tether?"

Almost in the blink of an eye, Umi went from the bold seductress to the shy maiden. "Forgive me, I didn't mean to chase him out honestly. I just didn't want him talking like that to me."

"Well I don't know if that'll do the trick," Pika said with a laughing smile on his face; in utter disbelief. "But he'll be on his toes more for a good long time."

"Damn," Umi muttered. Her cheeks turned red, "Sorry, I shouldn't have said that."

Pika laughed, "Well shit, damn, fuck, and all that crap! Lady, we don't care here. You can say whatever you damn well please!"

"You won't make us blush with whatever swearing you say," Ascot added.

Umi smiled then clutched her stomach to keep it quiet. Without another word she picked up her bowl and spoon then ate greedily. "Not bad really."

"What'd you expect?" Pika asked.

She shrugged.

"So what do you think about this place so far?" Ascot asked.

Again she shrugged. They waited until she was done then she put her bowl and spoon down to lick her fingers. "So? What do you guys do for fun around here?"

Pika and Ascot smiled then nodded to each other.

She sighed, I probably shouldn't have asked.

Pika leaned toward her as if what he was about to say was a confidential secret. "You'll know in a few days."

She leaned in too. "How many?"

He glanced at Ascot who held up two fingers. "Two," he said. "On the third moon we'll show you what we do for fun."

"I look forward to it."

Ascot looked down at his hands, then glanced at Umi; an odd expression on his face. Pika had never seen it before on him. Neither had he seen a glistening in Ascot's emerald eyes before. Pika just knew that was how he always looked at Ai.

Third Moon

Umi laughed as she stumbled through the darkness. "Guys, is the blindfold really necessary?"

"You'll see."

"Wakeed? What are you doing here?" She thought Ascot had hold of her arm and was leading her.

"Comin' to meet my woman."

"So who's the unlucky lady?"

"That would be you. Since you were the one who turned me down."

"Wait a second, I think the blindfold's catching all my tears."

Pika laughed somewhere off to her left. "She's a regular spitfire when she wants isn't she?"

A girl answered; also to her left: "Yeah, and you said she made Wakeed leave because he was... uh... well, you know."

"How you make me sometimes?"

"Pika!!"

"Well..." Umi couldn't hear anything else coming from her left after that.

Ascot sighed to her immediate right. "Can we go any slower people?"

"Hey!" Wakeed said. "This is her first time. We have to do this right."

"We'll miss it."

"We won't miss it."

"This comes only twice a year you know."

"Shaddup! I know that."

"What comes only twice a year?" Umi asked.

"You'll see," Wakeed said before Ascot could answer. She heard the twigs snap under her feet then suddenly felt the softness of grass beneath her soles. "Well," releasing her arm to let his hands busy themselves behind her head. "Here we are."

Umi blinked as the blindfold was removed. With all the hype from Ascot she had expected something more than a simple glen with a dormant bonfire in the center. Still, there seemed to be a whispering promise of enchantment in the night.

Ascot set to work lighting the fire. Wakeed just laughed, "I don't get you Ascot. Lookin' at you... I don't know. Someone might think it was your first time."

Ascot ignored him then sprinted off into the woods.

"Where's he going?" Umi asked.

Pika squatted down beside the site. "I get it," he said. He pointed at the logs. "I'd forgotten it'd rained a few days ago. In the shade these wouldn't have had any time to dry."

"Huh!" Wakeed said as he scratched his head. He looked around the glen, searching the trees.

"Looking for someone?" Umi asked.

"His woman," Pika stated. "Hey, is this that mystery woman you were telling me about?"

Wakeed sighed, not hearing Pika's question. "I guess she's not coming."

"I wouldn't say that," Ai said with a smile as she looked behind her.

Umi turned to see a feminine figure, clad in light gray, step out of the brush. Slender fingers flipped the hood back to reveal a fire headed woman, maybe a little older than Pika. She looked uncertain if she was in the right place until she saw Wakeed. Then her lips turned up in an affectionate smile as her green eyes lit up.

Pika almost dropped his jaw when he saw Wakeed lock his hands behind his back as he stood perfectly still. He must be serious about this one.

"Glad you could make it Zepher," Wakeed said, no low tone implied. "Come on over and have a seat."

Pika had to cast his eyes to the ground to keep from staring. Her?! He's sick or something. He has to be!

Zepher sat next to Wakeed then leaned against his arm. He made no move to pull her in close or even steal his arm around her shoulders. Umi was almost in utter denial. This doesn't seem like him at all. She sat down on a nearby log and waited for Ascot to get back.

Ai peered over Pika's head and smiled, "Hi Zepher. How are you?"

Zepher smiled back and nodded.

"That's good," Ai said.

Zepher pointed to Pika then lifted her hands and went into a series of gestures.

Ai nodded, "Yeah, it was four days ago." She tightened her arms around Pika's shoulders, "That was when he asked me but..." She nuzzled his neck with her cheek. "I don't know. I forget exactly how long ago it was that I realized I loved him."

Pika's eyes widened, then he smiled and leaned back into Ai. Resting a hand on her forearm he said softly, "I remember exactly how long ago it was when I realized: two years, seven months, twenty three days... it was about midnight when I woke up from that dream."

Zepher snapped her fingers to get Pika's attention.

He nodded, "Yeah, ever since then I kept having dreams about her." He pulled Ai's hand from his shoulder and kissed it then held it close to his heart.

Zepher didn't use her hands again for a while. She knew, as did everyone else, that Pika and Ai had slipped into their own world.

Umi couldn't help but feel jealous. She was so close to being there herself with... She scowled. If I so much as see his face or his name in my mind... She shook her head. Forget it! He's not coming for you. He doesn't love you...



"Don't lie to me," Clef warned as he stumbled from tree trunk to tree trunk.

"Me no lie!" Elfang protested. "Me said me see perdy lady... so me seen her! Clef have truth in me." He stopped walking on all fours and remained crouched down low; sniffing the leaves. "But dis be fast if gray horse no run off home!"

"I didn't expect that beast to come at us either," Clef said. He paused and leaned against the base of a thick oak. "Nightshade did what I thought he would do from the start. He was never bred for battle."

"Heh! Elfang no care! Scardy threw Clef from back! Den you no get up. Me taught you were dead!"

"No, not dead, just disoriented."

"We... stop? Rest now?"

"No... no, keep going."

Elfang nodded, "Me help?"

"I thought you were already."

He shook his head, "No, me carry you."

He sighed, "I'm fine. I just need to walk it off."

"Kay... but if more dizzy, let Elfang know."

He smiled, "Deal."

Elfang hopped up and bounced around Clef, "Okkie day! Follow me!" He bounded off then skidded to a stop and glanced sheepishly over his shoulder. He gave a shaky grin as if to say: "Oops, me sorry."

Clef only smiled and shook his head. "Go on, I'll catch up."

Elfang nodded but didn't go any faster. Instead, he slowly dropped his speed until he was walking beside Clef, occasionally raising up on his two legs to catch him if he stumbled. "We rest now?"

"No! Keep going!"

Elfang's eyes shimmered in sadness. Poor Clef... me tink he might... No! He stronger dan dat! But, he needs lady... me see it in eyes. Poor Clef... poor master...



Ascot came back empty-handed. "Oh well," he said with a shrug as he sat beside Umi. "We'd only end up putting it out soon anyway."

"I never saw why you bothered with a fire anyway," Wakeed said. He tried not to notice how close Zepher had scooted to him. Damn, she probably came her just thinking she'd get a roll in the hay. I don't have sex with anyone! Otherwise I'd be bound to practically half the village. And... for once... I don't want this to be like that. Then he heard her yawn and lay her head on his shoulder. He sighed inwardly in relief. Maybe there's still hope that I haven't screwed everything up with everyone.

Umi leaned over toward Ascot and whispered, "So what are we waiting for?"

He looked at her and smiled then put a finger to his lips.

She furrowed her eyebrows. Shrugging her shoulders, I don't get it. Looking up at the sky, At least I haven't missed anything yet.

Pika looked over at Wakeed who was watching Zepher's content smile. "Psst!"

Wakeed shot his eyes at Pika and put a finger to his lips. Idiot! You're gonna wake her up!

"Sorry," Pika mouthed the word. "Do you think..." He hit himself in the forehead lightly when a confused expression fell over Wakeed's face. He doesn't know what I'm talking about.

Then it suddenly dawned on Wakeed. Reaching down, and trying to keep Zepher steady on his shoulder, he picked up a twig and threw it at Pika's foot. When Pika looked at Wakeed, Wakeed gave him the thumb's up. Pika smiled and leaned back in Ai's arms.

Zepher suddenly sat upright, eyes to the sky.

Ascot looked up too. "Here they come."

"Here what comes?" Umi asked. He didn't answer. She pinched his chin and turned his face. "Here what comes?"

He smiled then turned her face toward the sky.

Umi gasped at the sight.

Elfang was on the verge of tears. "Please Clef!" he begged as he caught Clef for the umteenth time in the last few steps. "Rest!"

"No!" Clef said. Even though his feet couldn't hold him for two seconds his voice was still as strong as it had ever been. "I told you. I will not... I refuse to rest until we've found her and Umi is safe in her father's home! Now keep going!"

Elfang bit his lip to keep it from quivering. "No," he growled then pulled his arms out from under Clef's chest. Clef fell and cursed. "Me no care!!" Elfang shouted. "Me care 'bout nice master and perdy lady, yes, but me no care! We travel no more night!"

"Fine..."

Elfang's eyes widened.

He pushed himself up again. "We won't go any further... I'll go alone! You stay here and rest."

Elfang fell back on his haunches; eyes wide and mouth agape as he stared at Clef. His head slowly shook from side to side while his arms trembled. He clenched his fists then erupted in a series of guttural sounds, hissing spits, and cracking growls as he spun in circles while he jumped up and down; pounding the ground with his feet and fists. He stopped suddenly and looked up at Clef, eyes burning in fury. He slunk forward toward Clef's ankles like a feline about to strike. "Fine... but we go together! You no go on feets." His clawed hand felt the smooth shaft of a thick tree branch. His fingers curled around it while his eyes measured the length of Clef's surcoat. Dat long 'nough me tinks.

Clef spun around and instinctively struck the attacking figure. Elfang crashed to the ground, a long, wide strip of Clef's surcoat in his teeth. "What are you doing?"

Elfang ignored him as he shook his head to shake off the blow. His fingers worked clumsily to tie the two ends together. Laying the loop out in front of him he frowned when the stick was too big. He pitched it aside then stalked out into the darkness, mumbling to himself: "Need smaller stick."

Clef studied Elfang's layout. "I told you this as well," he called. "I'll make it on my own. I don't need you to carry me."

His skin jumped when he felt a blast of hot air on the back of his neck. He stood still, not knowing if Elfang had changed or if this was indeed something to worry about. A gentle nudge was enough to know it was Elfang.

Turning around, bracing himself on the tree next to him, he said sarcastically, "So what have you changed into... this.... time."

He stared in utter disbelief into a pair of slanted eyes; black pupils surrounded in a shroud of fire. I didn't think this beast was alive in Cephiro anymore. His eyes followed the beast's massive shoulder as it passed by him at eye level. How could Elfang know of its existence?

It leaned down over the loop on the ground and dropped the stick it had in its mouth onto the fabric. Then it bit the whole bundle, working it with its tongue so the fabric faced the throat. Clef jumped, pressing his back to the tree, as a long whip like tail passed in front of him and wound around the dangling end hanging from the beast's mouth. It threw the loop over its head then turned to Clef, who seemed skeptical about the whole thing. It bowed its head then grunted as it laid down on its belly, flicking its tail patiently.

Clef shook his head. "I don't think so." He turned to keep walking.

The beast snorted.

"I said no."

Then as if to say, "Oh I beg to differ," it wrapped its tail around his waist and gingerly picked him up. Clef feet couldn't touch the ground once seated on its back. Clef growled in protest but had no choice but to hang on as Elfang picked himself up and started walking. He soon smoothed out his steps as he picked up the pace.

I have to admit, Clef thought to himself. Changelings are odd and astounding creatures.

Elfang lead him to a nearby pool. Lowering his head, he tried to keep Clef level so he wouldn't fall off. But that couldn't be helped. Clef was too weak to keep his balance but he managed to keep hold of the "reigns." He tumbled over Elfang's thick neck and splashed down into the water. Elfang just kept drinking.

"Dammit Elfang!"

Elfang dipped his tail in the water then flicked it at Clef.

"Yeah yeah I know! 'Cool off!'" He smirked as Elfang closed his eyes. "You should too."

But Elfang was too quick. His tufted ear twitched at the sound of Clef's arms rising up from the water. He sprang away to avoid the spray.

Clef shook his head, "Shoulda known you'd hear that. With you taking on that form and all." Then it dawned on him that he had never actually seen what Elfang was, he had only read about them.

Elfang was in no way what Clef had in his mind. His massive size Clef had expected, but the coloration was completely off. Clef had always pictured this feline species to be a dark color or simply a coal black. But Elfang was shades of light, electric blue.

Clef shook his head. Least now I know.

He reached down to get a drink when a silver light lit up the sky above him, drowning out the stars completely. Clef couldn't believe his eyes.

Umi's jaw dropped as she watched the spectacle above her. All the stars had been drowning in a celestial glow then came back and shown with their former glory. Something felt different. The stars were... moving? Yes, they were swirling out of alignment; spiraling around each other in a whirlpool. They sparkled and twinkled then slowly lost their white light.

Despite their distance, both Umi and Clef were showered with tiny, glinting orbs of light: reds, blues, purples, greens, pinks, oranges, and any other either of them could think of.

Children's giggles filled the air.

One voice rose above the others: "Hehehe! You can't catch me!"

All eyes watched a pink orb, larger than the others, come zipping down through the trees followed by a small blue one. The blue one stopped and cried, "There's big folk here!"

"Quiet!" the pink one hissed. "I know these big people. They won't hurt us and they won't try to catch us!"

"They won't?"

"No silly!"

"Oh..." It flashed, "Hiya!"

The pink one floated around Ascot. "Back again huh?"

Ascot nodded.

It floated around Umi next. "I don't think I've seen you before."

"I'm-"

Both the orbs shrieked and flew back. "Not so loud!"

"Sorry," Umi whispered in a breath.

"Whoa! But, it's okay. I'm used to it by now. So! What's your name?"

"Umi," Umi replied, making sure to whisper.

"Hiya! I'm Primera and this is my little friend Dogo. He's a little shy so don't expect him to talk much."

Umi squinted her eyes. There's a girl in there...

"I can't stay long," Primera said. "But-" She flew back over to Umi. "Umi? You said your name was Umi?"

"Yes."

"Umi Ryuuzaki?!"

"Yes..."

"By sister moon! Are you alright? I saw what happened. Why aren't you trying to go home?"

"I don't know where I am."

"Oh? That's no excuse! Your father's worried about you. It's like... he won't stop drinking he's so worried about you. Everyone's been told you were stabbed then thrown in the river." Primera circled around Umi. "You look alright though."

Ascot looked at Umi, "I helped take care of her wounds."

Primera laughed. "Even if you hadn't found her she'd be fine by now."

"What do you mean?" Ascot asked.

"What do I mean? You don't know do you?"

Ascot shook his head and Umi turned her eyes toward the ground.

"This girl was saved by the Guru himself! He gave her a gift that she would always be a fast healer."

"The Guru?" Pika gasped. "You mean you know the Guru? Umi?"

Primera giggled, "Well! I gotta go or the others'll leave without me! But since you came..." Three ribbons of white light spun out of Primera and wrapped themselves into separate orbs. "I give you these: Tears of Heaven from the angels in love." To Pika and Ai: "I'm sure you'll use them wisely. Buh bye now!"

The lights flew back into the stars, but no one was watching them anymore or even noticed the crystal vials on the ground, all eyes were on Umi.

"You know the Guru?" Wakeed asked.

Umi grabbed Ascot's arm and pulled him into the forest. "I need to talk to you," she said.

A vial glowed then floated after them.

"How do you know the Guru?" Ascot asked as he ran with her.

"I don't okay!" she snapped.

He grabbed her arm and spun her around. He squeezed her shoulders. "Then what did Primera mean?"

Umi sighed, "Well I suppose it was going to come out sooner or later.

"The night I was born my father was running one last errand for my mother. Chance landed a stranger under his carriage. To amend for the incident, my father brought the stranger into his home, kept him warm, and offered his hospitality for as long as the man wished to accept it."

"Your father had the Guru in his house?!"

"I'm not finished yet. My father's told me this many times. They were in the kitchen, talking and concluding the formal introductions, although the stranger never gave his name. Then father ran to be with mother... only..." She took a deep breath, "Only to find the delivery was over and done with. My mother lie dead and I was in the midwife's arms."

"But Primera said the Guru saved you."

"I was stillborn Ascot!"

Ascot cocked his head. "I don't..."

"I was born dead."

His eyes widened.

"The stranger came into the room and asked my father a question: "Is there still nothing you would ask for?" He took me in his arms... and gave me life. Not only that, but my mother woke, as if from a dream, in father's arms.

"That night, when the stranger left the room, father followed him." She looked Ascot dead in the eye. "He disappeared as he was walking down the stairs."

Clef...

"Hm?"

Wake up!

His eyes bolted wide and he sat up. "I fell asleep?"

Aye, you did.

"Guru? Is that you?"

Again, aye.

His hand flew to his mouth to stifle a yawn. "What are you doing here? And just where are you?"

Find the mirror.

Clef sat on his hands and knees then crawled to the water's edge. "Wha?! What's this?"

An image you need to see.

"Umi... who's she with?"

The one who saved her life.

Clef watched Umi's face in the water as she spoke, no pleaded, with the brown haired boy. He could almost read her lips. " 'He's... not... coming... Help me... forget?' Umi why? I'm here. I'm here!"

Call to her, if you wish to have a chance.

Clef raised his head to call out her name. But when he opened his mouth, a wave of nausea ripped through him. He gasped and clamped his hand over his mouth. Panic ran its course when the air sweltered as he watched the brown haired boy withdraw a small vial and offer it to Umi. He seemed hesitant but the look in his eyes betrayed his true intentions.

"Umi..." Clef whispered, reaching out. "Don't..." Just let me catch my breath. Why is this happening to me now? Now! Of all times! "Umi please... wait for me."

He recognized the vial and its contents, though mythical both were in text. A gift from the Children of the Stars, it had similar effects to a regular love potion, but its consequences for improper or inopportune use were immeasurable. If she took it then kissed that boy... Clef would have to make himself disappear. He would have to make her dead to the rest of the world, to her father. Cephiro may be a world of will, but the will of mortals can never subdue the will of the Gods.

His eyes widened as she fitted the vial to her lips. Umi no!

Umi and the boy drew closer, his hands cupping her face, their lips but inches apart.

Clef got his second wind, though he didn't know why he lost his first one to begin with, threw his head back and screamed her name.

Umi turned her head slightly. She heard me! A look of hope came over his face when he read her lips saying his name. "Yes," he panted. "I'm here."

The boy turned her head back.

"Don't you touch her!"

Too late. Their lips met, the deal was sealed.

She closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Clef couldn't breathe. "Oh Umi..." Why didn't it work? She heard me! I saw her turn her head. She heard me! She heard me!

Elfang padded up from behind. "Clef?" he asked, trying to talk around the coney in his mouth. He spat and dropped it. "What's wrong?" He placed a hand on Clef's back. "You kay?"

Clef tore at his hair then pounded the ground with his fists. "Dammit! Not again, it always has to end like this! Why? Somebody tell me why!" He gritted his teeth. "Every fucking time! Wha'd I do? Did I piss somebody off in the past? Tell me what!"

Elfang stroked Clef's back, trying to calm him down.

Clef gasped, then whispered in a low, croaking voice. "Go... your pact with me is over."

Elfang shook his head, "Me no leave nice master."

"Elfang-" His voice was urgent and frightened. "Go!"

His eyes widened and he stumbled back. "Wait... please wait! Me get Umi! Me get Umi!" He took off in no particular direction, calling Umi's name. "Umi! Clef need help! Clef need help! UMI!"

Umi broke away from Ascot and let out a contented sigh. "Thank you Ascot, I know it was selfish-"

He kissed her lips again. "No, no more selfish than my wish."

"...umi..."

"Hm? Did you hear that?"

He buried his face in her neck. "No."

"Umi!"

"Okay," pulling out of Ascot's arms. "Now I'm sure I heard something."

"UMI! Where are you?! UMI!"

"Here!" she called back. Her heart leapt in her throat. Finally! He made it! "I'm over here!"

Her voice reached his ear as a whisper. Nevertheless, Clef rolled on his back, eyes open and lips parted. I don't care anymore... Umi's alright. She'll be happy with that boy... and at least this way, I can disappear.

He panted as the fire rose up in him, making his skin glow then burn as it seeped through his skin. He wheezed as his stomach coiled and his muscles cramped. Don't fight it... just let it come. Take me home.

Umi almost laughed at the squabbling creature huffing and puffing for breath. "Calm down," she said. "Now, slow down and tell me. Who needs help?"

Elfang took a deep breath then let it out in a whoosh. But he started again, frantically, "He's-"

Umi screamed and fell back into Ascot as the forest but a few feet away burst into flame. Elfang gave a honking cry then darted this way and that, trying to find a way through the wall. Lightning snapped at him every time he got remotely close.

"What's going on?" Ai cried. "Umi! Ascot! Where are you?!"

"Ascot!" Wakeed shouted. "Get outta there!"

The fire began to bend, slowly leaning and rotating in a giant funnel. The top bulged and grew toward the sky. The fire folded in on itself in the center of the dome to keep from bursting.

Take me home...

Umi's hand shot to her brow. What was that? Who's voice was that? Zen... No, you're already-

I don't care anymore... let me go.

"I know that voice."

Elfang suddenly wailed as he was thrown back by a bolt of lightning. His back popped as he crashed through the tree trunk then he could swear he heard his neck snap. But he still managed to lift his head and scream, "Clef! Don't leave! CLEEEEEEF!"

"Clef's in there?!" Umi gasped. "How far?"

Elfang coughed then passed out.

"Umi!" Ascot yelled. "Get away from there!"

"It's okay," she said calmly as she stood in the sweltering winds, slowly stretching her hand out toward the wall. "If Clef's really in there... he'll let me get to him."

Lightning snapped around her but to Ascot's horror and amazement, it was as if a barrier was around her. Every time a bolt shot toward her, it hit something in a blue ripple. She was staring it down as if it was some kind of fire beast. It resisted her when she tried to step through the initial wall. She leaned into the friction. "Let me in," she growled. She stumbled through.

Ascot stared after her, trying to hold on against the growing winds as they squeezed the dome, pushing it toward the sky.

His hand flew to his brow. Did I just-?

Umi... why? You chose him... let me go. It won't last long. Already the pain is numb... just let me go.

Ascot crumbled to his knees, clutching his stomach. So he's Clef... I shoulda known he'd show up... and right after she bound herself to me. He tore mercilessly at his hair. Now there's no way to reverse it! Dammit, what have I done?!

"Clef!" she called. "Where are you?"

Everything was quiet, silent as the grave, despite the fury of the fire swirling around her, licking at her flesh but not burning. She quickened into a jog, then a brisk run, finally to a all out sprint. How big is this thing?! If I had magic... if I knew that one spell father used... but what was it called? I could wash this thing away. She stopped. That's it!

Raising her hand to the stars she called out a phrase in a bizarre language. Hideous hissing ensued. She clamped her hands over her ears and trudged forward. Looking up, she gasped. There he was, an embodiment of white light in humanoid form, slowly dissolving high above her head. She shook her head, "Don't go." Tears brimmed her eyes. She cried: "Clef don't go! Nothing's changed. You hear me?! Nothing's changed!"

Nothing's the same...

"Dammit don't you leave me!"

You...? Why do you want me to live? Why do you care? I don't.

"Shut up! If you're gonna say anything then say it yourself! Don't sound so much like Zenosis! You're not like that."

Then how am I? What am I?

"You're the most gracious man who's ever lived. You deserve more than you receive-"

Then do I deserve a promise...?

"And much more... if you just wait, just a little longer, it'll come. Everything you've ever dreamed of, everything you've ever wished for will come to you. I promise."

The white form began to descend and lose its brilliance. The waving strands of his hair became clear.

Then why is it so hard to acquire one thing? Please answer me that if you can.

"You make it harder than it seems."

Clef groaned as his feet touched the ground. She raced toward him and wrapped her arms around him before he fell.

"What is it you wish for?"

Just once... to hear a promise of undying... only for...

"What?"

Undying...

"Love..." Clef whispered. "I love you Umi. Forgive me for not telling you earlier." His eyelids fluttered. "I'll say it again... when I wake up." His head rolled, his ear against her chest so he could listen to her heart subconsciously.

"I love..." She gasped for breath. "I love-" She coughed. Why can't I say it?! She threw her head back and cried, "Why can't I say it?!" She nuzzled her cheek against his only to pull back as a burning sensation spread through her, spiking wherever her body touched his. She held him tighter, as if that would suppress it, then glared at the glowing orbs on the other end of the fire still swirling around them. "Little pixies," she growled. "Is that your gift? I'm sure it's all great fun for you! Watching those tormented by your elixir gaze up at you in your games and yearn to be able to play in the stars. Damn you..."

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Man! That was long... Phew! Writer's Block sucks I'm here to tell you what.

There's some strange stuff going on with Clef ain't there? Wonder what I'll call what's happening to him. Sorry, no Zen's Entry like I normally do. It's too early in the morning and I need some sleep. And when I say 'early' I mean precisely 1:18 in the morning! Yeah, I'm devoted that's for sure.

Oh yeah! I need 5 reviews before the next chapter. That shouldn't be too hard.