Chapter 1:
Fiery red eyes opened slowly, gazing serenely at the hazy vision before them. Hmm…it felt warm and cozy…and that guy with his face nuzzled against my shoulder looked strangely…familiar…
The eyes snapped open. Bed sheets, bed…guy?!
Lina Inverse, the bandit killer, the most powerful and beautiful sorceress in the world threw off the covers and leapt off the bed, screeching louder than a banshee. The man under the covered stirred, pushing himself to a sitting position. Dazed sapphire eyes stared at Lina. "Where…what's going on? Lina?"
The fiery-haired girl bulged her eyes at the man. "You-you-you-"
Blinking, the sleepy man turned to face a mirror.
"I'm human again! Lina, I'm cured! I'm-" A boot bounced off his head. "Ow!"
A furiously blushing Lina stood before him, brandishing the other boot. "What did you think you were doing?! And…and…aren't you dead?!"
"No…I was brought back to life."
"Brought back to life?" Red eyes narrowed. "By who? And why?"
"Xelloss, because…" Zelgadiss paused, running a hand through his tousled black hair. "…just…because." The girl before him gave him a questioning look. Ignoring it, the ex-chimera looked around him. "Where are we?"
Throwing the boot down, Lina sat down beside the now dark-haired Zelgadiss. "Beats me. What I want to know is how we ended up in the same bed."
Zelgadiss turned several shades of red upon hearing that.
* * *
Several streets away, a house rocked about dangerously as screams echoed within it.
"Gourry sama! How could you! Taking advantage of me like that!"
"Wait, Syl-ow! I really don't know how I-ow! Ended-ow! Sylphiel!"
"I thought you were a reliable man! I thought you were!"
"Ow! I didn't do anything! Ow! I just woke up too!"
* * *
The Supreme King found himself in a well-furnished office, donning a smart suit. He stared at the door for a few seconds, collecting his wits about him, before he glanced over at the intercom on his neat desk, which was buzzing irritatingly. Pressing the button, the handsome silver-haired man leaned forward.
"Yes?"
"Some men wish to see you, Dynast sama. Shall I deal with them in the usual manner?"
Gripping the arms of his chair, the ex-Mazoku Lord stared incredulously at the intercom, his tenor voice lowering to a soft whisper.
"Sherra?"
"Yes, Dynast sama?"
Regaining his composure, Dynast leaned back against his chair.
"Proceed."
* * *
The Knight of Ceipheed shot up from the bed, ready for fight. She found herself staring at the purple-haired Trickster Priest, who was in a defensive stance at the other side of the bed. Both glanced at the rumpled bed sheets.
"L-sama!"
From above came the sound of a triumphant, maniacal laughter.