Slayers Resurrection
Okay, jelly-spleens . . . Disclaimer: I don't own Slayers. . . . and that's okay because I don't want it anyways!! STINKY Slayers! *sticks nose in the air* Okay . . I do want it . . *breaks down sobbing*
What's a jelly spleen anyways?
Chapter Six
Gabriel Michael Riev III
"Gaby?" Gabriel Riev III looked up to see his girlfriend of two years approaching him, a smile on her face. He grinned. He had missed Fiona. "Gaby! It's so nice to see you" she said, coming over to him and kissing him lightly on the cheek. "Going to win the game for us today?"
"Sure" he said, trying to remember which game was it anyway?
"I'm going to be cheerleading."
"OH!" The soccer match against East Side! The match he waited for all year!
She pushed him lightly on the arm, smiling. He wondered why she was in such a good mood. "I cheerlead every time, silly!"
"What?"
"What?" She looked confused, and blinked up at him. He frowned down at her.
"Why did you call me that?"
"Call you what?"
Gab paused. Something wasn't right. What was it?? What was going on?? "A jellyfish" he said slowly, trying to remember what exactly had been said. For some reason, he was coming up with 'Hey, Jellyfish'. But no, that wasn't right. . .
"I didn't call you that."
He blinked, but the memory was gone. "Fiona?"
"Yes?" She said, snuggling up with a pillow on the other side of the couch. Funny, Gab thought, she usually snuggles with me.
"What were we talking about?" he looked up at the ceiling, his eyebrows drawn together in concentration. "I can remember Jellyfishes, was it the biology test?" He was interrupted by a loud, resounding thump. "What was that? Fiona?"
She had fallen off the couch in distress.
Gordon Ken
Gordon Ken's eyes darted from side to side, seeing the dilapidated wallpaper crumbling off the walls of his living room. His feet were heavy from a tiring day of baking, and his heart was heavy from what he was about to do.
"Lina?" He called; half hoping that she wouldn't answer. If she didn't, he'd never have to tell her. "Lina?"
"Yea, Gordon?" He felt the knowing sensation in his stomach deepen.
"Where are you?"
"In the kitchen. I'm trying out your pie recipe." He grinned despite himself. In the two weeks she'd been living with him, though he hadn't found out much about her, one thing Lina had managed to make clear was her total inability when it came to preparing food, and her complete willingness to devour it. And she'd eaten a lot of it.
His smile broadened. He'd loved having her here. It was good for him, he thought, good for him to cook for someone he knew, instead of the random people that came in and out of his bakery. It made his cooking seem . . .righter somehow; baking for someone he was connected with. And he was connected with Lina.
He got up and crossed his living room, leaned against the doorframe so that he could watch the redhead scowl down at the pie dough that just wasn't flattening itself for her properly. His cat, Ginger, was staring, fascinated as the girl handled the rolling pin very sloppily indeed. Curious, the feline placed one paw on the edge of the dough.
"Ginger, what are you doing? I'm trying to make this, you dumb cat!" Lina's hands, covered as they were with flour and dough contacted rudely with the cats side, pushing Ginger to the ground. "Don't you know curiosity killed that cat! Geeze."
Looking up, she saw Gordon, and she grinned. He grinned back, though his heart wasn't in it. "Hey, Jellyfish."
"Jellyfish?" he said, his voice rich with amusement, as he walked over to her and ruffled her hair. "Where did that come from?"
She smiled happily, and started babbling about what had happened in the shop that day. "The woman who comes, with the boy, I think his name is Tim, and I have no idea what her name is, anyway, he said he really liked your chocolate chip cookies. So I gave him a little piece of those fabulous all chocolate ones you made yesterday and he liked them so much, and so did his mom, that they bought all of the three dozen you made!!! Isn't that great?? Now we won't have to put them up for half price. And the paw print sugar cookies Ginger made sold like lightning! It was amazing. Oh, don't think you got away with selling those peanut butter cookies at half price! I heard you and just barely managed to make up for it!!! I keep telling you, Gordon, you Jellyfish, that you can't do that!! You are so in the whole!! I'm working to pull you out and you won't help anything by keeping selling those things so cheap!! We also have another birthday cake to make. And since the holidays are coming up, I thought we'd make some pies, because they'd sell better. What do you think?" She looked up at him, all smiles, all happiness. Gordon felt his heart tear in two.
"When's Christmas?" he asked, managing to get the words out from a tight throat.
Lina was blinked. She blinked again, and again. "Tomorrow, Jellyfish." She said, her eyes starting to crinkle with mirth. Then, in a single silvery sound, she laughed. It hurt him more than she could know to hear that sound. Startled at his own feelings, at his own pain, he backed away. He hadn't realized what this girl had come to mean to him in these two weeks. He hadn't realized it would hurt him so to turn her away.
Eric Zelgadis Grey
The slight form of the doctor seemed to tower over him as he sat in the old, stuffy chairs that lined the examination room in her office. Zel was strongly reminded of when he was a little child, and Rezo would take him to the doctor's office for routine check ups, and the form of the doctor seemed to fill the entire room. Of course then, he had been a lot smaller, and she had seemed a lot bigger, he was now completely taller than her, but she still commanded a presence that engulfed him when he was forced to look up at her.
"You say you first found these, uhm, pimples when?" Dr. Eris politely raised an eyebrow to accentuate her question, not that she needed it. When she spoke, her annunciation was always completely clear and crisp, like the newscasters on CNN.
"Yesterday." Zel pushed himself farther down into the chair. No matter how kindly she looked at him, Dr. Eris always gave the impression that he was in trouble.
"And you didn't make an appointment with me till today because?"
"Um . . the woman said you were packed."
"My Receptionist" she said, her voice leaning slightly on the word, as if she wanted to make sure he noticed she didn't call her 'woman', "told you we were packed? Did you explain your condition to her?"
He nodded.
"And she still wouldn't let you in? Hmmm. I'll have to talk to Hillary about this" she gently tapped her pencil on her clipboard, in, Zel assumed, annoyance. "Okay. Let me check you up."
Half a busy hour full of having bright eyes shoved in his face, x-rays, tests, questions, tests and more tests, Zel found himself in the waiting room again, only this time he was listening as Dr. Eris talking in a 'private' conference with his guardian.
"I don't understand" he heard Rezo's deep baritone lightly dance over the words, his normally moving voice confused.
"Neither do I." The doctor's voice wasn't confused, just concerned. Zel felt a soft pang of fear ripple through his body. What did she have to be concerned about? "His blood pressure has droped significantly, he is far below normal, for any age, let alone his. His skin seems to be going through a transformation, I think that the acne is a product of it, it's getting more oily, thicker, almost, almost rubbery. All his bodily functions are slowing down. If I didn't know better-you'd think me crazy-"
"I you didn't know better what?" his uncle asked, and Zel leaned closer to the door, the magazine he was pretending to read blurring before his eyes.
"Don't laugh," Zel smiled at that, Eris sounded like a school girl with her crush, "but, if I hadn't gone through years of medical schools, if I didn't know it was completely impossible, I'd say he was turning to-to stone."
Melina Callie River/Lina Inverse
Lina couldn't believe it. She gaped up at Gordon in astonishment, felt her mouth hanging open, but made no effort to close it. Pure, unreasonable, shock filled her body, she felt like she was at the ocean, being tossed by the waves of emotion. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps, which she tried to stifle. Gasping was a weakness. She couldn't show weakness to this man.
Funny that, the cynical part of her mind thought, five minutes ago I would have trusted him with anything. Well, almost anything.
The rest of her mind was too caught up in feelings of rage, betrayal, and despair to think.
Dizzy, feeling ill, she stumbled toward the door. Never could she remember feeling like this . . not even close . . she fell into the wall . .
Not even magic will save me now . . the thought reverberated in her head, bouncing off the walls of her mind . . it hurt .. . she clutched her head . . so that the pain would stop . . only my head doesn't hurt . . the hurt is somewhere in my chest . . and it hurts so much I feel like I'm dying . . .is this death . . is this the end of my life?
Somehow, she got to the door. He didn't even follow her. Her hand trembled, like an aspen leaf . . in a wind . . there had been trees . . once . . long ago. . there had been trees . . and she had smiled . . and she had laughed and there had been a man . . She covered her eyes, she couldn't see his face, it kept fading into darkness, a shard of a memory of another life . . .
She shook violently, but the knob turned. The door was open . . it hurt to look out there and realize she'd never come back. It hurt her somewhere within herself . . she almost screamed from the pain . . pain . .pain . . . .
Melina Rivers, broken and beaten fell across the threshold of the Ken house.
And behind her, Gordon's heart broke in two.
Xelloss
It had started to rain. The soft droplets thudded lightly against his skin, like little pin pricks. Xellos frowned. He had never understood why human's found rain so compelling. It was wet, sticky, and made movements slow and heavy. As he had no real physical form, he could just tune it out, basically turn it off. But, as today, when he chose to feel these things, it just confused him. And he did it as a way to better understand. Funny.
He glanced down at the ocean rippling below him. Waves lapped the shore, their crash a distant murmur carried on the wind. Sea gulls soared around him, cawing noisily.
Gulls. Now there was something he could understand. No rubbish about being a good person, nothing about correcting your flaws with gulls. No, with them, it was all survival. Selfish, greedy, lustful, all human's primary traits, yet in the human's they suppressed them, and in the gulls they relished in them. He could easily see why humans hated them. It was hard to see the best things about yourself expressed in other people.
Looking down again, he saw a very small child walking along the seashore. A sadistic smile flashed briefly on his face as he appeared suddenly beside her.
"Oh, hello, where did you come from?" the soft annunciation in her voice was perfect in its childlike simplicity. He managed to contain his glee at the idea of the voice screaming in pain.
"From the lands of the monsters."
"Oh." She digested this information visibly, her angelic features screwed up in concentration. "Does that mean you're a monster?"
Xellos frowned. There was nothing of the normal tinge of fear in the air. Something was not right about this child. She blinked up at him, her red eyes flashing beneath milky white eyelashes.
Red . . how strange . . . . . "Anyways, I'm Alia. What's your name?"
"Xellos", he said, feeling his habitual smile pull at the corners of his mouth. "Alia. That's a pretty name. Where'd you get it?"
"My mother got it. From a book." He mouthed a silent 'oh.' She continued talking. "She said it fit me."
"Really?" she nodded, her violently red curls bouncing around her head. "How odd. What are you doing away from her? On the beach. In the rain." The oddness of the situation was beginning to dawn on him. All thoughts of scaring the child had left his mind. He was engrossed in her story, in what her answer would be.
It never came. Instead, there was a soft thump and a flurry of wetted sand, and Lina Inverse appeared, her now-short hair plastered to her face, her clothes, an oversized tee shirt and rolled up jeans, stuck to her softly, billowing behind her in the slight wind, a look of sublime rage on her face.
A.N. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! SHORT CHAPTER!!!!!!!!!! LONG ABSENCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! New characters!! Authors hell all over again. Sorry it took me so long to post, I just had MAJOR writers block. And I had gotten Rurorni Kenshin. And I had found the perfect place to find fluffy fanfic. (Sailor Moon, I know that's kinda immature, but it's so much fun . . fluff fluff fluff . . I love fluff.) Oooooo .. fun stuff happened in this chapter. Mel got unhappy again. And now she's pissed. YAY!!!
OK, um . . some stuff you should know. This is the second to last chapter in 'Part One.' When 'Part One' is complete, I will start 'Part Two.' And so on. I know, that was a Stupid thing to say, but I'm giving you some information. Stupid, useless info it may be, but I don't CARE!!!!!!!!
YA. I have nothing else to say. I hoped you liked the chapter. PLEASE READ AND REVIEW. Thanks so much to those who have reviewed already, especially I like Angst and Illione. Super Special thanks and tanks to Robin for editing my work!!!
Toodles 4 everyone:
DF
Okay, jelly-spleens . . . Disclaimer: I don't own Slayers. . . . and that's okay because I don't want it anyways!! STINKY Slayers! *sticks nose in the air* Okay . . I do want it . . *breaks down sobbing*
What's a jelly spleen anyways?
Chapter Six
Gabriel Michael Riev III
"Gaby?" Gabriel Riev III looked up to see his girlfriend of two years approaching him, a smile on her face. He grinned. He had missed Fiona. "Gaby! It's so nice to see you" she said, coming over to him and kissing him lightly on the cheek. "Going to win the game for us today?"
"Sure" he said, trying to remember which game was it anyway?
"I'm going to be cheerleading."
"OH!" The soccer match against East Side! The match he waited for all year!
She pushed him lightly on the arm, smiling. He wondered why she was in such a good mood. "I cheerlead every time, silly!"
"What?"
"What?" She looked confused, and blinked up at him. He frowned down at her.
"Why did you call me that?"
"Call you what?"
Gab paused. Something wasn't right. What was it?? What was going on?? "A jellyfish" he said slowly, trying to remember what exactly had been said. For some reason, he was coming up with 'Hey, Jellyfish'. But no, that wasn't right. . .
"I didn't call you that."
He blinked, but the memory was gone. "Fiona?"
"Yes?" She said, snuggling up with a pillow on the other side of the couch. Funny, Gab thought, she usually snuggles with me.
"What were we talking about?" he looked up at the ceiling, his eyebrows drawn together in concentration. "I can remember Jellyfishes, was it the biology test?" He was interrupted by a loud, resounding thump. "What was that? Fiona?"
She had fallen off the couch in distress.
Gordon Ken
Gordon Ken's eyes darted from side to side, seeing the dilapidated wallpaper crumbling off the walls of his living room. His feet were heavy from a tiring day of baking, and his heart was heavy from what he was about to do.
"Lina?" He called; half hoping that she wouldn't answer. If she didn't, he'd never have to tell her. "Lina?"
"Yea, Gordon?" He felt the knowing sensation in his stomach deepen.
"Where are you?"
"In the kitchen. I'm trying out your pie recipe." He grinned despite himself. In the two weeks she'd been living with him, though he hadn't found out much about her, one thing Lina had managed to make clear was her total inability when it came to preparing food, and her complete willingness to devour it. And she'd eaten a lot of it.
His smile broadened. He'd loved having her here. It was good for him, he thought, good for him to cook for someone he knew, instead of the random people that came in and out of his bakery. It made his cooking seem . . .righter somehow; baking for someone he was connected with. And he was connected with Lina.
He got up and crossed his living room, leaned against the doorframe so that he could watch the redhead scowl down at the pie dough that just wasn't flattening itself for her properly. His cat, Ginger, was staring, fascinated as the girl handled the rolling pin very sloppily indeed. Curious, the feline placed one paw on the edge of the dough.
"Ginger, what are you doing? I'm trying to make this, you dumb cat!" Lina's hands, covered as they were with flour and dough contacted rudely with the cats side, pushing Ginger to the ground. "Don't you know curiosity killed that cat! Geeze."
Looking up, she saw Gordon, and she grinned. He grinned back, though his heart wasn't in it. "Hey, Jellyfish."
"Jellyfish?" he said, his voice rich with amusement, as he walked over to her and ruffled her hair. "Where did that come from?"
She smiled happily, and started babbling about what had happened in the shop that day. "The woman who comes, with the boy, I think his name is Tim, and I have no idea what her name is, anyway, he said he really liked your chocolate chip cookies. So I gave him a little piece of those fabulous all chocolate ones you made yesterday and he liked them so much, and so did his mom, that they bought all of the three dozen you made!!! Isn't that great?? Now we won't have to put them up for half price. And the paw print sugar cookies Ginger made sold like lightning! It was amazing. Oh, don't think you got away with selling those peanut butter cookies at half price! I heard you and just barely managed to make up for it!!! I keep telling you, Gordon, you Jellyfish, that you can't do that!! You are so in the whole!! I'm working to pull you out and you won't help anything by keeping selling those things so cheap!! We also have another birthday cake to make. And since the holidays are coming up, I thought we'd make some pies, because they'd sell better. What do you think?" She looked up at him, all smiles, all happiness. Gordon felt his heart tear in two.
"When's Christmas?" he asked, managing to get the words out from a tight throat.
Lina was blinked. She blinked again, and again. "Tomorrow, Jellyfish." She said, her eyes starting to crinkle with mirth. Then, in a single silvery sound, she laughed. It hurt him more than she could know to hear that sound. Startled at his own feelings, at his own pain, he backed away. He hadn't realized what this girl had come to mean to him in these two weeks. He hadn't realized it would hurt him so to turn her away.
Eric Zelgadis Grey
The slight form of the doctor seemed to tower over him as he sat in the old, stuffy chairs that lined the examination room in her office. Zel was strongly reminded of when he was a little child, and Rezo would take him to the doctor's office for routine check ups, and the form of the doctor seemed to fill the entire room. Of course then, he had been a lot smaller, and she had seemed a lot bigger, he was now completely taller than her, but she still commanded a presence that engulfed him when he was forced to look up at her.
"You say you first found these, uhm, pimples when?" Dr. Eris politely raised an eyebrow to accentuate her question, not that she needed it. When she spoke, her annunciation was always completely clear and crisp, like the newscasters on CNN.
"Yesterday." Zel pushed himself farther down into the chair. No matter how kindly she looked at him, Dr. Eris always gave the impression that he was in trouble.
"And you didn't make an appointment with me till today because?"
"Um . . the woman said you were packed."
"My Receptionist" she said, her voice leaning slightly on the word, as if she wanted to make sure he noticed she didn't call her 'woman', "told you we were packed? Did you explain your condition to her?"
He nodded.
"And she still wouldn't let you in? Hmmm. I'll have to talk to Hillary about this" she gently tapped her pencil on her clipboard, in, Zel assumed, annoyance. "Okay. Let me check you up."
Half a busy hour full of having bright eyes shoved in his face, x-rays, tests, questions, tests and more tests, Zel found himself in the waiting room again, only this time he was listening as Dr. Eris talking in a 'private' conference with his guardian.
"I don't understand" he heard Rezo's deep baritone lightly dance over the words, his normally moving voice confused.
"Neither do I." The doctor's voice wasn't confused, just concerned. Zel felt a soft pang of fear ripple through his body. What did she have to be concerned about? "His blood pressure has droped significantly, he is far below normal, for any age, let alone his. His skin seems to be going through a transformation, I think that the acne is a product of it, it's getting more oily, thicker, almost, almost rubbery. All his bodily functions are slowing down. If I didn't know better-you'd think me crazy-"
"I you didn't know better what?" his uncle asked, and Zel leaned closer to the door, the magazine he was pretending to read blurring before his eyes.
"Don't laugh," Zel smiled at that, Eris sounded like a school girl with her crush, "but, if I hadn't gone through years of medical schools, if I didn't know it was completely impossible, I'd say he was turning to-to stone."
Melina Callie River/Lina Inverse
Lina couldn't believe it. She gaped up at Gordon in astonishment, felt her mouth hanging open, but made no effort to close it. Pure, unreasonable, shock filled her body, she felt like she was at the ocean, being tossed by the waves of emotion. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps, which she tried to stifle. Gasping was a weakness. She couldn't show weakness to this man.
Funny that, the cynical part of her mind thought, five minutes ago I would have trusted him with anything. Well, almost anything.
The rest of her mind was too caught up in feelings of rage, betrayal, and despair to think.
Dizzy, feeling ill, she stumbled toward the door. Never could she remember feeling like this . . not even close . . she fell into the wall . .
Not even magic will save me now . . the thought reverberated in her head, bouncing off the walls of her mind . . it hurt .. . she clutched her head . . so that the pain would stop . . only my head doesn't hurt . . the hurt is somewhere in my chest . . and it hurts so much I feel like I'm dying . . .is this death . . is this the end of my life?
Somehow, she got to the door. He didn't even follow her. Her hand trembled, like an aspen leaf . . in a wind . . there had been trees . . once . . long ago. . there had been trees . . and she had smiled . . and she had laughed and there had been a man . . She covered her eyes, she couldn't see his face, it kept fading into darkness, a shard of a memory of another life . . .
She shook violently, but the knob turned. The door was open . . it hurt to look out there and realize she'd never come back. It hurt her somewhere within herself . . she almost screamed from the pain . . pain . .pain . . . .
Melina Rivers, broken and beaten fell across the threshold of the Ken house.
And behind her, Gordon's heart broke in two.
Xelloss
It had started to rain. The soft droplets thudded lightly against his skin, like little pin pricks. Xellos frowned. He had never understood why human's found rain so compelling. It was wet, sticky, and made movements slow and heavy. As he had no real physical form, he could just tune it out, basically turn it off. But, as today, when he chose to feel these things, it just confused him. And he did it as a way to better understand. Funny.
He glanced down at the ocean rippling below him. Waves lapped the shore, their crash a distant murmur carried on the wind. Sea gulls soared around him, cawing noisily.
Gulls. Now there was something he could understand. No rubbish about being a good person, nothing about correcting your flaws with gulls. No, with them, it was all survival. Selfish, greedy, lustful, all human's primary traits, yet in the human's they suppressed them, and in the gulls they relished in them. He could easily see why humans hated them. It was hard to see the best things about yourself expressed in other people.
Looking down again, he saw a very small child walking along the seashore. A sadistic smile flashed briefly on his face as he appeared suddenly beside her.
"Oh, hello, where did you come from?" the soft annunciation in her voice was perfect in its childlike simplicity. He managed to contain his glee at the idea of the voice screaming in pain.
"From the lands of the monsters."
"Oh." She digested this information visibly, her angelic features screwed up in concentration. "Does that mean you're a monster?"
Xellos frowned. There was nothing of the normal tinge of fear in the air. Something was not right about this child. She blinked up at him, her red eyes flashing beneath milky white eyelashes.
Red . . how strange . . . . . "Anyways, I'm Alia. What's your name?"
"Xellos", he said, feeling his habitual smile pull at the corners of his mouth. "Alia. That's a pretty name. Where'd you get it?"
"My mother got it. From a book." He mouthed a silent 'oh.' She continued talking. "She said it fit me."
"Really?" she nodded, her violently red curls bouncing around her head. "How odd. What are you doing away from her? On the beach. In the rain." The oddness of the situation was beginning to dawn on him. All thoughts of scaring the child had left his mind. He was engrossed in her story, in what her answer would be.
It never came. Instead, there was a soft thump and a flurry of wetted sand, and Lina Inverse appeared, her now-short hair plastered to her face, her clothes, an oversized tee shirt and rolled up jeans, stuck to her softly, billowing behind her in the slight wind, a look of sublime rage on her face.
A.N. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! SHORT CHAPTER!!!!!!!!!! LONG ABSENCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! New characters!! Authors hell all over again. Sorry it took me so long to post, I just had MAJOR writers block. And I had gotten Rurorni Kenshin. And I had found the perfect place to find fluffy fanfic. (Sailor Moon, I know that's kinda immature, but it's so much fun . . fluff fluff fluff . . I love fluff.) Oooooo .. fun stuff happened in this chapter. Mel got unhappy again. And now she's pissed. YAY!!!
OK, um . . some stuff you should know. This is the second to last chapter in 'Part One.' When 'Part One' is complete, I will start 'Part Two.' And so on. I know, that was a Stupid thing to say, but I'm giving you some information. Stupid, useless info it may be, but I don't CARE!!!!!!!!
YA. I have nothing else to say. I hoped you liked the chapter. PLEASE READ AND REVIEW. Thanks so much to those who have reviewed already, especially I like Angst and Illione. Super Special thanks and tanks to Robin for editing my work!!!
Toodles 4 everyone:
DF