Authors Note: Sorry this took so long, but I've been busy. And lazy too. Reading other people's fics is way too much fun… *realizes it's been almost two months* GOMEN GOMEN GOMEN!!!!!! I decided to downgrade the rating to PG-13 for now. I'll move it back up if I have to, but so far, it doesn't seem it. Please review, praise, questions, and constructive criticism are welcomed. Flames will be given to the ones you offend with your mean words. If you want, e-mail me at zenithfairy@yahoo.com.
If anyone has any ideas for a title, let me know. Maybe I could make a contest or something and the winner gets their title used..…
This part is from Xelloss's view. Takes place mostly before Part 1, (about a year or so maybe, leading up until a couple of days before) until the end of the flashback anyway. There will be a few flashbacks coming up. If that made any sense at all, I applaud you. Feel free to ask me if you need to.
Disclaimer: See Part 1
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Xelloss stared at the girl in his arms. She seemed so frail right then, so different from her normal self. She was sleeping uneasily. He half expected her to start crying, something she almost never did. She shifted, moving closer to him. He had arrived in her room after vanishing from the Elder's study just then. Carefully, he laid her on her bed and tucked the covers around her chin. Then he sat down in a chair and waited for her to wake up, thinking. And remembering.
*~*Flashback*~*
The Mazoku sighed. He had never been bored like this before. He paced impatiently around his room at Wolf Pack Island. Or at least what counted for his room. It was really just a place to store his things. Mazoku didn't need sleep after all, anymore than they needed food. He flopped ungracefully onto the richly anointed bed he hardly ever used, causing the purple and black comforter and sheets to wrinkle from their previously perfect state.
He sighed again. There was nothing to do. For once in his 2,000 years of existence, Zellas didn't have anything for him to do. There was no other Dark Lord eager to borrow him either. 'It's kind of strange,' he mused to himself. The Beastmaster always had an assignment for him, even if it was only to follow Lina and Gourry and whoever happened to be with them at the time. This was definitely a new thing for him. Absolutely nothing to do. And he was lost.
Then it hit him, like a ton of bricks. Literally. Zellas was doing something to her castle and a load of bricks flew through his window. They hit his head, and while taking a moment to relish in the pain, he unconsciously compared it to being whacked in the head with Mace-sama. Mace-sama, he decided, was definitely worse. However, the thought of Mace-sama turned his thoughts to the owner and wielder of the blunt object, Filia Ul Copt, ex-priestess of the Fire Dragon King. He hadn't seen her in a while. He thought for a moment and realized he hadn't seen her since the Darkstar incident. That was it! He would go see Filia! Satisfied with his decision, the Trickster Priest sat up from his bed, picked up his staff, and vanished from Wolf Pack Island.
Xelloss reappeared in a village. More specifically in front of a small shop. Luckily, no one was around to see his arrival from think air. The sign hanging outside the shop contained a simple picture, a mace and a vase. He smiled. This was going to be fun.
He opened the door, causing the small bells on top to tinkle pleasantly. The visitor winced. He decided to make himself comfortable and looked around the shop. Xelloss was examining a display of teacups when the owner of the shop descended the staircase at the back of the store.
" Hello. May I help you?" she asked, walking towards the front of the store. She looked at her "customer" and screamed.
" Yare, yare, Filia-san. So polite until you realize who it is. Is that anyway to treat customers?" the Mazoku asked, eyes closed with a smile on his face.
" WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE NAMAGOMI?!" Filia yelled, tail popping out as she reached for her mace.
" Why Fi-chan, I'm only admiring your merchandise. Besides, aren't you happy to see me?" Xelloss asked calmly, smiling and dodging the swings the irritated dragon was sending his way.
" Happy?! HAPPY?! Why would I be HAPPY to see you?! I HATE you! And who gave you permission to call me Filia-chan, let alone Fi-chan?!" the Ryuuzoku ranted.
" Filia-chan, if you don't stop yelling you'll wake the baby, and I'm sure you don't want that, ne?" He felt her anger rise and he grinned even more. Filia always made a good meal.
The Golden Dragon's face reddened. "WHY YOU…NAMAGOMI!!!!" She proceeded to try to bash the annoying monster's head in, but he dodged too quickly. True to the Mazoku's word, a cry was almost immediately heard from upstairs. The dragon's face became panicked and she dropped the mace she was trying to pound the Beastpriest with to the floor with a loud THUD. She raced up the stairs calling her adoptive son's name. " I'm coming Val-chan! Mommy's coming! Don't cry sweetie!"
As fast as the dragon raced upstairs, the monster was quicker. In a flash, he was to the astral plane and back, or rather in Valtierra's room. He looked curiously at the baby Ancient Dragon whose face was contorted in screams. Almost hesitantly, he reached down to pick up Val, who stopped crying to examine the new person. His mother, however, didn't realize this and quickly snatched the child away, causing him to cry again and leaving a shocked expression on Xelloss' face.
" There now, Val-chan. It's okay. Mommy's here," she cooed, rocking her son back and forth in her arms. The Mazoku's face began to turn slightly green at the positive emotions emanating from the Ryuuzoku. As he grimaced, she continued. " That evil Namagomi Mazoku didn't hurt you, did he?"
Absorbed in the baby, Filia did not see Xelloss' twitching face as she rambled on about the "evil monster" that had interrupted Val's sleep. ' Me?!' he thought. ' Me?! I interrupted the boy's nap?! That dragon was the one screaming!'
He was about to take her to task when he realized the baby had fallen back to asleep. Not wanting to deal with another flow of positive emotions from the older dragon, no matter how amusing the screams were, he bit back his comments.
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Gomen, gomen, gomen. This is NOT the end of part 2. I just got fed up with it and decided to post what I have. Writer's block might have something to do with this too….I hope to write more soon, and then I'll repost the chapter. So, consider this Part 2A. Again, gomen. Let me know what you think, ok??? Review…onegai???