He had heard it all...
The gentle moans, the demon whispering sweet nothings in willing ears. It hurt him, more than any wound any one of the dark lords could afflict upon his aching heart. He rest in bed, tendrils of the golden hair caressing his cheeks and hands, the sun shining brilliantly down upon him. A tear glittered at teh corner of his eye, landing with a soft plip on the blue material of the pillow.
Perhaps the swordsman should share what he thought about Lina. Tell her everything he had felt before. Yet, something inside of him ached, and would not allow him to tell her. Was he disgusted with her? Was it not meant to be? He always believed if love was true, the words would come naturally, and yet it hurt so much to even think of telling the sorceress.
Was he afraid of the rejection? Would she leave him on the premis that he was a pedophilic creep?
He turned on his side, and huffed, gazing up at the wooden roof of the inn, wiping the tears away with the backs of his hand. Big boys didn't cry over little things, he thought to himself. He couldn't let himself be affected by such trivial, rudementary issues. Afterall, if he dwelt on it, he would only become more depressed, and lose grip of what was going on around him.
Of course, he wasn't sure of what was going on half of the time, anyway.
That led the swordsman to ponder another thing...
Was he too dumb for the sorceress? Did she need someone cunning and intellectual like Xelloss or Zelgadis? She seemed to gaze on the chimera with a longing, Gourry thought. But, she had never looked like that at Xelloss. She always seemed to exhibit hate towards the mazoku... ... ...so why would Lina do that?
His thoughts wandered. He remembered when Xelloss came out of the ruins, Lina was unconcious in his arms. Had he cast a spell on her to make her want him more than anyone else? Had he threatened her? His blood boiled at the thoughts. The swordsman shot out of bed, his eyes drifting to the sword propped against the wall, the little jewels in the handle refracting rays of the morning sun. He had to find out what happened to her... ... ...what really happened in those ruins? He slipped out of the bed, seeming to slip into his clothing quickly with inhuman grace that seemed hardly becoming of the swordsman. He grabbed his sword, and stormed out the door as he fingered the hilt of the sword, unsheathing an inch of it.
~*~*~*~*~
Everyone sat calmly at the breakfast table. As calm as they could be anyway. Zelgadis nursed a cup of coffee, Lina downed pancakes, Amelia downed a glass of water, and a rat scurried by Amelias foot. Lina snapped her gaze towards Gourry, a look of suspicion painting her features.
"Morning, sunshine! Took you a while to get out of bed,"she mumbled. "And you are not even leaping at the towering plate of food on the table. What's wrong with you?" she raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms, a peice of bacon hanging limply from the corner of her mouth.
"Where is Xelloss? I need to talk to him," Gourry said, trying to sound as normal and chipper as he usually was, yet even he could hear the anger riddling his own voice.
"Mr.Xelloss left early this morning, Mr.Gourry. But knowing him, I'm sure he'll be back, eventually," Amelia choked out between mouthfuls of scrambled eggs.
"Probably when he needs something form one of us," Zelgadis sighed, sipping his coffee, placing a small spoonful of sugar in, mixing it with his free hand.
"Oh...I'll wait then," Gourry said, discretly resheathing the partially unsheathed sword. He walked slowly towards a plate a food he assumed was his. He sat slowly. All eyes were on him. They could tell something was wrong. Gourry managed a quick smile, and a small giggle before shoveling food into his mouth.
They kept their eyes upon him longer.
"Now it is very rude to stare, Ladies and Gentleman," a high pitched voice cackled behind Gourry. "You shouldn't treat Gourry as an exhibit at the zoo, but his intellegence is only that of an animal after all," Gourry felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise. His sword seemed to call to him, longing to taste the blood of mazoku.
Gourry examing Lina a moment, watching her blush brightly at the mazoku. Her eyes wandered nervously over his features, but shot down to her plate of food, acting as if she didn't care. Gourry felt his heart throb with anger.
"Xellos, Just the man I needed to talk to," Gourry smiled and he slowly rose fom his chair, turning to face the mazoku. Zelgadis stood, watching Gourry's every move. Lina nodded in approval.
"I need to talk with you," Gourry said, his voice nearing an anger filled growl. "Perhaps we should take a walk,"
Xelloss smiled, as if her knew what the swordsman wished to speak to him about.
"Of course, Mr. Gourry. Perhaps a walk around the courtyards of this inn? They are wonderfuly beautiful," he smiled.
Gourry bowed to the mazoku, gesturing to the door.
"After you," he sneered.
Xelloss smiled happily as he pranced across the floor of the inn, glancing towards the chimera, his eyes a lit with warning. Don't follow. Xelloss told Zelagdis mentally. This involves matters between Gourry, myself, and...well perhaps you'll find out the other later, but for now, please stay out of it, and act like oyu made that decision on your own. Xelloss smirked as he slipped thoruh the door. The chimera blinked once...blinked twice...and sat confused, his eyes wandering to his coffee.
"So," He said. "How about those ruins about a mile from here! Sure are spectacular!" he said, nodding in approval, watching Lina and Amelia stare with confusion at the chimera.
~*~*~*~*~
Xelloss turned to face Gourry, and stopped him by pressing his hand against Gourry's chest. He smiled knowingly, canting his head to the side.
"I know very well what you wish to talk to me about," Xelloss' grin widened. "And I was aware of you hearing us last night. The pain I felt from you only heightened my pleasure," He laughed. Within seconds, he was pressed against the wall of the inn, a blazing sword pressed firmly to his neck.
"Don't piss me off, Xelloss. I don't care how hard my misery made you. I want to know what you did to Lina in those ruins, and I want to know, NOW!" he pressed the sword harder against Xelloss' throat. Xelloss opened his eyes, and stared a moment at Gourry, his features flickering with surprise.
"I did nothing to he-!"
The sword drew a line of crimson across Xelloss' neck, making him gasp and wriggle in surprise. He knew he could cast a spell to even kill the swordsman in a matter of seconds, but it would only make the situation inexplicably bad, with both Lina, and his superiors. He decided against the idea.
"The temple," Xelloss began to explain slowly and calmly "was a place of study in the red arts. Lina opened a bottle of a potent passion elixir. The result was her needing me more than anyone else, and I felt the same way for her. Now that the elixir was cured with the neccesary ritual, I no longer have any feelings for the sorceress," he smiled at Gourry. Gourry stared at him, still angry, but confusion crept into his mind. He drew the sword away from his neck scratching his head in confusion.
"However," Xelloss continued "The girl is human, and after such acts of passion, she may still have feelings for me,"
Gourry snapped his head up, growling at the demon.
"Well fix it!" he snapped.
"I can't Gourry. Red magic is beyond my feilds of expertise. She'll have to get over it herself, although, I will be trying to help her inthe process," he smiled.
"How?" Gourry asked, slowly sheathing his sword, but kept his grip upon the hilt.
"I'll make her hate me," Xelloss smiled, his eyes glittering with mischeif.
(Okay guys...expect more soon. I just need to get to bed. Oyasumi Nasai!)
The gentle moans, the demon whispering sweet nothings in willing ears. It hurt him, more than any wound any one of the dark lords could afflict upon his aching heart. He rest in bed, tendrils of the golden hair caressing his cheeks and hands, the sun shining brilliantly down upon him. A tear glittered at teh corner of his eye, landing with a soft plip on the blue material of the pillow.
Perhaps the swordsman should share what he thought about Lina. Tell her everything he had felt before. Yet, something inside of him ached, and would not allow him to tell her. Was he disgusted with her? Was it not meant to be? He always believed if love was true, the words would come naturally, and yet it hurt so much to even think of telling the sorceress.
Was he afraid of the rejection? Would she leave him on the premis that he was a pedophilic creep?
He turned on his side, and huffed, gazing up at the wooden roof of the inn, wiping the tears away with the backs of his hand. Big boys didn't cry over little things, he thought to himself. He couldn't let himself be affected by such trivial, rudementary issues. Afterall, if he dwelt on it, he would only become more depressed, and lose grip of what was going on around him.
Of course, he wasn't sure of what was going on half of the time, anyway.
That led the swordsman to ponder another thing...
Was he too dumb for the sorceress? Did she need someone cunning and intellectual like Xelloss or Zelgadis? She seemed to gaze on the chimera with a longing, Gourry thought. But, she had never looked like that at Xelloss. She always seemed to exhibit hate towards the mazoku... ... ...so why would Lina do that?
His thoughts wandered. He remembered when Xelloss came out of the ruins, Lina was unconcious in his arms. Had he cast a spell on her to make her want him more than anyone else? Had he threatened her? His blood boiled at the thoughts. The swordsman shot out of bed, his eyes drifting to the sword propped against the wall, the little jewels in the handle refracting rays of the morning sun. He had to find out what happened to her... ... ...what really happened in those ruins? He slipped out of the bed, seeming to slip into his clothing quickly with inhuman grace that seemed hardly becoming of the swordsman. He grabbed his sword, and stormed out the door as he fingered the hilt of the sword, unsheathing an inch of it.
~*~*~*~*~
Everyone sat calmly at the breakfast table. As calm as they could be anyway. Zelgadis nursed a cup of coffee, Lina downed pancakes, Amelia downed a glass of water, and a rat scurried by Amelias foot. Lina snapped her gaze towards Gourry, a look of suspicion painting her features.
"Morning, sunshine! Took you a while to get out of bed,"she mumbled. "And you are not even leaping at the towering plate of food on the table. What's wrong with you?" she raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms, a peice of bacon hanging limply from the corner of her mouth.
"Where is Xelloss? I need to talk to him," Gourry said, trying to sound as normal and chipper as he usually was, yet even he could hear the anger riddling his own voice.
"Mr.Xelloss left early this morning, Mr.Gourry. But knowing him, I'm sure he'll be back, eventually," Amelia choked out between mouthfuls of scrambled eggs.
"Probably when he needs something form one of us," Zelgadis sighed, sipping his coffee, placing a small spoonful of sugar in, mixing it with his free hand.
"Oh...I'll wait then," Gourry said, discretly resheathing the partially unsheathed sword. He walked slowly towards a plate a food he assumed was his. He sat slowly. All eyes were on him. They could tell something was wrong. Gourry managed a quick smile, and a small giggle before shoveling food into his mouth.
They kept their eyes upon him longer.
"Now it is very rude to stare, Ladies and Gentleman," a high pitched voice cackled behind Gourry. "You shouldn't treat Gourry as an exhibit at the zoo, but his intellegence is only that of an animal after all," Gourry felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise. His sword seemed to call to him, longing to taste the blood of mazoku.
Gourry examing Lina a moment, watching her blush brightly at the mazoku. Her eyes wandered nervously over his features, but shot down to her plate of food, acting as if she didn't care. Gourry felt his heart throb with anger.
"Xellos, Just the man I needed to talk to," Gourry smiled and he slowly rose fom his chair, turning to face the mazoku. Zelgadis stood, watching Gourry's every move. Lina nodded in approval.
"I need to talk with you," Gourry said, his voice nearing an anger filled growl. "Perhaps we should take a walk,"
Xelloss smiled, as if her knew what the swordsman wished to speak to him about.
"Of course, Mr. Gourry. Perhaps a walk around the courtyards of this inn? They are wonderfuly beautiful," he smiled.
Gourry bowed to the mazoku, gesturing to the door.
"After you," he sneered.
Xelloss smiled happily as he pranced across the floor of the inn, glancing towards the chimera, his eyes a lit with warning. Don't follow. Xelloss told Zelagdis mentally. This involves matters between Gourry, myself, and...well perhaps you'll find out the other later, but for now, please stay out of it, and act like oyu made that decision on your own. Xelloss smirked as he slipped thoruh the door. The chimera blinked once...blinked twice...and sat confused, his eyes wandering to his coffee.
"So," He said. "How about those ruins about a mile from here! Sure are spectacular!" he said, nodding in approval, watching Lina and Amelia stare with confusion at the chimera.
~*~*~*~*~
Xelloss turned to face Gourry, and stopped him by pressing his hand against Gourry's chest. He smiled knowingly, canting his head to the side.
"I know very well what you wish to talk to me about," Xelloss' grin widened. "And I was aware of you hearing us last night. The pain I felt from you only heightened my pleasure," He laughed. Within seconds, he was pressed against the wall of the inn, a blazing sword pressed firmly to his neck.
"Don't piss me off, Xelloss. I don't care how hard my misery made you. I want to know what you did to Lina in those ruins, and I want to know, NOW!" he pressed the sword harder against Xelloss' throat. Xelloss opened his eyes, and stared a moment at Gourry, his features flickering with surprise.
"I did nothing to he-!"
The sword drew a line of crimson across Xelloss' neck, making him gasp and wriggle in surprise. He knew he could cast a spell to even kill the swordsman in a matter of seconds, but it would only make the situation inexplicably bad, with both Lina, and his superiors. He decided against the idea.
"The temple," Xelloss began to explain slowly and calmly "was a place of study in the red arts. Lina opened a bottle of a potent passion elixir. The result was her needing me more than anyone else, and I felt the same way for her. Now that the elixir was cured with the neccesary ritual, I no longer have any feelings for the sorceress," he smiled at Gourry. Gourry stared at him, still angry, but confusion crept into his mind. He drew the sword away from his neck scratching his head in confusion.
"However," Xelloss continued "The girl is human, and after such acts of passion, she may still have feelings for me,"
Gourry snapped his head up, growling at the demon.
"Well fix it!" he snapped.
"I can't Gourry. Red magic is beyond my feilds of expertise. She'll have to get over it herself, although, I will be trying to help her inthe process," he smiled.
"How?" Gourry asked, slowly sheathing his sword, but kept his grip upon the hilt.
"I'll make her hate me," Xelloss smiled, his eyes glittering with mischeif.
(Okay guys...expect more soon. I just need to get to bed. Oyasumi Nasai!)