CHAPTER FIVE: These things that we feel

View point Lina

I remember.

There are feelings. There is reluctance; in this world there is no room for pause, this person should know as well as I do. I hate unwillingness, all things must be faced head on; those who falter are the first to die. I will leave this one, I will forgive him by morning but I must leave him now.

There is a change. The unwilling one breaks, I can feel it. Like lightening there is a shift in his persona and I feel it as though it was my own. Now I am the one taken along for the ride.

He moves quickly, I cannot keep up. This is more than what it would seem to be, to those using their eyes. This is a battle of wills, a balance of losing everything and pulling apart the one in your arms. He is winning. He whispers in my ears and makes me fool enough to want to believe the words he says. I can sense he is a fool as well, though only as that is how he feels he must be. He can metamorphose into something other than this whenever he so wishes. He just needs a catalyst.

The rest is blurred, I no longer want to remember, I wish to sleep.

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I wake up in the middle of the night feeling happy but a bit sore; even though I can't quite remember why. I curl further into my warm blankets and experience the sweetest contentment. I feel an arm snake around me and pull me close. The happiness dissipates, I feel myself wake up. What the hell? Why is there someone else in my bed?

I turn over and look into a pair of smiling blue eyes, framed by a crop of messy blond hair. The man grins and falls back to sleep. My mind blurs for a moment and the world comes painfully into focus. What have I been doing? Now would be a good time to make an assumption but I don't need to. I remember what happened now.

Oh Crap…

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A hand is shaking me by the shoulder.

I don't want to be shaken by the shoulder.

I curl defensively into a ball and start to chant a flare arrow. The person stops shaking me and I tell him to rack off or I'll burn him into barbeque. 'Sorry Lina, I just wanted to tell you I was leaving…' My senses pop wide open as I hear this, 'WHAT!?!' I jump up and grab the hapless shaker by the neck and glare down at him with fangs bared (quite a feet considering he's around two feet taller than I am).

Gourry blinks up at me with wide eyes, an expression I usually find disarming. Not today. 'What do you mean, leaving?' Gourry straightens up and looks down on me, 'OH! So you'll take advantage of me and then leave me, will you? COWARD!' Gourry smiles and lets loose a small laugh. 'You're funny Lina,' I have a feeling I'm over-reacting again and he's taking advantage of it, 'I promised Amelia I'd help her with some nobles in the training yards.' Well, I do recall something mentioned along those lines last night… 'I thought it would be unfair if I cancelled just because of… you know…' Not something you forget, jellyfish… 'And I wasn't sure you'd want people to know just yet,' no, not really, 'so I thought I'd go out and help her anyway.'

I suppose this is fair enough, in retrospect.

Gourry rats around and finds some spare clothes (I keep all our stuff in my pockets, subspace is a wonderful thing). He smiles at me and gently kisses me on the top of the head, 'See you later Lina,' some part of me is saying it doesn't want him to go just yet. He puts his hand on the doorknob, 'Maybe you'd like to come and bash some nobles too, a bit later.' I would but I don't think I should hang off him too much; I need to think. The little clingy part of me, at the back of my head, is yelling, 'You don't want him to go! Make him stay, make him stay! HE'S CUTE DAMMNIT!' I ignore it.

'Bye Lina, love you.'

Gourry closes the door and I realise what he's just said. My heart starts to scream blue murder and dance like a Britney Halbred wannabe. I sit down on my bed and hug myself, 'What a relief,' he's never said it in words before, 'Now I just have to say it too.'

I will.

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I run my brush through my hair for what must be the millionth time and smile like an imbecile. I don't think I've ever felt this happy, I'm not regretting anything. I wonder if I were more maidenly or whatever if I would be in some remorseful funk. Nah, screw that. I don't really think there's any point. I suppose it's about time I did something like this.

I haven't actually had boyfriend before.

I pause and think about this. This really is a big step, from nothing to everything in about an hour. I wonder if Gourry IS my boyfriend… We haven't actually talked about this. What if I was some one-night stand? The sensible part of me thinks I'm being a dick-head but… 'Love you,' yes, he did say that. I suppose I'm not then. That is good.

I don't want it to be just a one-off. I like Gourry. He may not be the smartest guy in the world but he isn't totally stupid, he balance's so many of my faults. He's cool when I'm angry, he's calm and collected, he's…

Oh yeah, I have fallen bad for this one.

There's a change in the atmosphere, Someone has just entered the palace grounds, I can sense them with my magic, it's someone strange. It feels like Gourry but… not. Has to be mazoku, the aura is twisted and malevolent, incredibly strong, yet not reserved and hidden as Xellos… Where is he? He's moving too fast yet… He's certainly not hiding himself… There, he's in the training yards…

Oh my God.

I can feel him attack, I can just sense the black power burning, he's fighting Gourry; Gourry would be the only one fool enough to take a mazoku on. The combat has ceased, what's happening? The magic is gone for a moment and… He can't, he wouldn't… 'GOURRY!!!' I'm too late. I can feel at the back of my mind the sound of sword on flesh, the idiot let his guard down but which one has been hit? Which one? I just hope… Gourry, Gourry you fool what have you done? What have you done?

These things we feel…

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Ummm… hope you liked it, I think the ending was a bit bad so tell me how I can make it better! Reviews would be much appreciated! (oh yeah, and think of what a halberd is like… Britney….) Oh well… Chiao!

(speaking of: I definitely do not own slayers, don't sue me because I'm young with scarcely a penny to my name)