Chapter 9 - What the Hell!?Confusing..
Xelloss watched the scene from up above in his little tree. Once the rather small group of mercenaries attacked, Zelgadiss drew his sword, Gourry drew his, Filia brought out her mace( while being very careful of her sleeping baby ), Lina drew out her own sword, and Aleinas unsheathed his. Jeffrisce was protecting Amelia with his staff while the princess casted spells at the men. But interestingly enough, they didn't seem to be effected very much other than be blasted backwards. They were definitely humans though....
There were two mercenaries on Gourry, two on Jeffrisce and Amelia, three on Aleinas, and one each for everyone else. And as Xelloss watched, he noticed that it was always the same man, no matter what they did not switch, they would keep fighting with the same person. Interesting...
"Who the hell are these guys!? It's like they don't get hurt at all and just keep on attacking!"
Lina seemed frustrated. Mainly because she was using her sword and a couple fire elemental spells when she had the chance, but still wasn't making much more than a scratch or two on her opponent. Xelloss pondered this. Were they really mercenaries? They seemed human: looked human, fought like a human, had an aura like a human...wait... He sniffed the air some and then frowned, eyes opening slightly. Was that a faint smell of death? Rotting? ....Zombies?? Did Grau know how to do that?
"Be careful! They've got an archer up there somewhere!"
Jeffrisce's voice, it seemed to make the others a little more aware. Amelia seemed to be trying to aim a few spells up in the treetops, but it could be seen that the archer was somehow moving quickly around the treetops unnoticed. Tricky fellow. He turned back to the fight.
Zelgadiss was holding well so far. He blocked a downwards slash then pushed back his opponent with a nice little kick, right into a tree, then went forward and aimed for the man's heart, but his attack was put off with a strong bash of the other's broadsword. And it continued.
Jeffrisce was waving his staff about, spinning it every now and then and gripping it tightly. A few times he had to tell Amelia to duck so that he could block off someone from behind them. Meanwhile, the princess helped him and sometimes the others, and also tried to keep getting at the archer with spells.
Lina was still holding up with a few nice moves with her sword and very close spells, most even right into the stomach. Surprisingly still, the man would get up and continue to attack. He could see Lina starting to tire from the effort of blocking the attacks. But then Filia and her both bumped back into each other. With a few short words, they decided to work together. Even with Filia's dragon strength and heavy mace, however, they were still having trouble. Though it was atleast the littlest bit easier to endure, it seemed.
That amazing swordsman Gourry also seemed to be tiring some though. He wasn't letting down though. With two men against one, it was hard, but he was getting through. But to think that these things could challenge even Gourry's skills, Grau surely chose well.
Aleinas wasn't so bad either. Three men all against him! No, of course, he wasn't human, but still, he acted so and also fought that way. He really couldn't understand why, though. He looked like he was tiring, and yet he wasn't. He would often look as if he were going to lose, but with the next move he was on top again. He was moving swiftly, making a few light moves here, kicking there, punching even. Then some sharp pain flashed in his head for less than a second. What was that? Was it because he saw Aleinas's particular style of fighting familiar? Wait...he had thought it familiar? Was it different from the others? Xelloss shook his head and brought up that cheery face again, but with a faint look of worry. This was strange...very strange..
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This was really starting to become annoying. Very annoying. But there was no other choice then to go along and act human-like. Even after everyone knew Aleinas wasn't human... There was still no choice, because there was him.
"Grr, why won't you just lay down and die like a good human slave does!" He bashes away an attacking sword and then shoves the attacker into a tree with his shoulder so that he could deal with the other two. He kept on fighting, at times having to fight with all three, but most of the time only with two while one is kept away with a simple kick or punch.
During this, he would try and keep track of the aura of the archer in the trees. It was when it stopped behind him that he added a little speed to push all of his attackers away. Turning to the direction of the archer. But he sensed someone behind him so he made a quick spin, slashing the head of his attacker off and then ending the spin at the point where he started it just in time to bat a wooden arrow away. But it was just that moment...
"Grraaaaagh!!"
Everyone was surprised at the sudden yell and their enemies seemed to pause in their attacks. Everyone's eyes were now on Aleinas, a headless but not bleeding man, and the sharp broadsword that was bright with a faint glow of magic that hadn't shown until now. The sword belonged to the headless man, it was definitely in his hand, yes, but it was also in Aleinas.. Until the next moment when the sword was pulled out.
Aleinas did not scream, he couldn't, there was too much pain, too much shock, too much confusion swimming around his head...too much emotion. "How...", was all he could say for the time being as he fell to his knees and bended forward with his hand over his wound, his stomach. Jeffrisce came over and shoved away the headless attacker, who was going to stab Aleinas again, and bent down next to him.
"Aleinas, Aleinas!"
There was no answer, no reaction, no reply. Only silver blood flowed out of the wound and on to the ground. 'Get a grip, you have to heal yourself, now!You're still alive, you can save yourself, stupid, you can still save yourself!'
"What's wrong? Come on, you have to heal yourself, I can't do it for you."
Amelia came over. Then everybody noticed that the men had disappeared off to somewhere. It caused confusion, but their deeply wounded companion was first. Amelia had figured it out first and knelt next to Aleinas.
"Don't worry, I'll get you healed up. Just wait a little while."
"No! Don't!"
"J-Jeffrisce-san!....Don't you care about Aleinas-san's life?"
"Yes, yes, but...you don't understand! Aleinas! Aleinas! Dammit! What kind of a spell did he put on that sword??"
"J-Jeffrisce...Jeffrisce...I can't cast it...I can't cast the spell...I can't focus, I can't focus at all, make them go away, make these damn emotions go away!"
Everybody except for Jeffrisce was shocked. That wasn't Aleinas's voice, atleast not the one they knew. That was a girl's voice!
"....Amelia...go ahead."
"H-hai!" Amelia seemed very very confused now but she concentrated and cast the spell, a white glow between her palms and the wound. In a second or two, the wound had not changed, but Aleinas had growled and yelled, then pushed Amelia away with a powerful swing of his arm. Amelia crashed into a nearby tree and hit her head, wincing greatly at the pain, but not bleeding or extremely hurt. But Zelgadiss pushed away all confusion and spoke to Aleinas angrily.
"What was that!? She was just trying to help you!"
"Shut up! You don't know what that spell does to me! Jeffrisce, what were you thi-" Silver blood was coughed out. Then Zelgadiss realized that there was a puddle of silver blood below Aleinas.
"Silver? Blood?"
"Aleinas, Aleinas, are you okay? Look, White Magic has positive energy, the spell on that sword was of negative energy, that's what's causing the havoc in your head. You're unbalanced. We need to 'flush out' that spell with positive energy, do you understand me? If we don't do this quickly then you won't be able to heal your wound and you'll die! Die!"
'Die....Death.... No...I won't give in. I won't. I will not die. Death means failure to myself. Death right now means failure in my job. And death is a weakling's way to freedom.' These were the most clear words in mind, most clear, but still surrounded by chaotic emotions, fire and tears, cruelty and fear... "Do it then...Do it...But hold me down! And do a good job of it! I can't stand White Magic. Do it quickly too! I'm not only loosing more blood, but more quickly..."
Jeffrisce smiled and nodded then started ordering the others around, Lina making an angry comment at first, but obeying. Aleinas was laid on his back, and after a bit, he could feel himself being held to the ground. Then the spell, both Amelia and Filia were working on it... 'The pain...but the joy...both...I wish I could scream.....' Then darkness...
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Aleinas woke up again when the spell was over, body so numb he felt he couldn't even breathe.
"Aleinas, hurry and heal up. You've lost much more blood then you should....probably because of the spell."
Jeffrisce's voice, it was comforting in his present state of darkness and light. All around him was dark abyss...but then again it seemed to be a bright white. It was a strange feeling, but when he opened his eyes, it was almost gone. It didn't matter.. Aleinas sat up and groaned, weakly casting the spell. It only slowed down the bleeding at first, but after awhile the wound started to close up, inside out. When it was fully closed and healed, he fell over from over-exhaustion....no, not he, she.( Yes, the reader has definitely figured this out by now, and so have the Slayers, but only by voice. ) Not they could all be sure...
The hood fell back when Aleinas fell, and without a care, h-she had pulled the mask down from her face. Now everyone could see the light, almost white, lavender skin, smooth but hard, as it was stone. But unlike Zelgadiss, she had no stones. Her hair was short, almost, but not quite reaching her chin. Straight, soft, silky, fine, any of those words could describe it. And it was silver. And then there were the ears. They were exactly like Zelgadiss's, just different color. Her eyes were closed right now, she seemed almost to be asleep...but she wasn't, just very very -very- unaware of things.
"Hey! Aleinas was a girl!"
Gourry was the one to break the awkwardness by stating a very obvious fact. He was also the one to bring Aleinas back to her senses, whether or not she was overly-exhausted. She sat up and glared at any of them that stared uncomfortably with her now viewable silver eyes. They were shaped in a way more like Xelloss's, but they were slitted in more of a dragon-like way. Right now they were bright, but cold. But if one looked deeply into them, one would see worry, and maybe even some fear. She feared something. No, feared for someone...and he was there. Right. There.
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From the moment he heard that voice, Xelloss was put in a sort of half coma-like state. He silently came down from the tree unnoticed. He did not move otherwise. Memories...memories started to flood him, his past, his emotions, his thoughts played over in his head, beginning to end. It was like he was standing here, standing in the present, but living in his past once more. He only felt like a half filled bottle, though. Then after seeing her face, a quarter more was filled. But the quarter left. The quarter empty....It seemed to be the most important. He tried to find it, he tried to search for it, but he met a wall. A wall...
He stepped forward once. Then twice. Then three times. He stopped at six steps, two feet away from her. He realized he still didn't even remember her name...until he saw her eyes. Those silver eyes. Dragon like and Mazoku like at the same time. He became deeply entranced in them. It was like he knew that the key, the key to breaking down that wall in his mind was there, right there in her eyes. And he was right, he found it, but the wall came down so suddenly, the memories hit him so quickly. And these truths, these truths squeezed themselves back into his past so roughly, he had to fall to his knees, had to keep staring at her. Then his eyes widened at the last memory with her. The last he had seen of her.
He shut his eyes and turned his head to the ground, bending over with his arms propping him up above the ground. The scene he saw perfectly, every bright color, every dark color, every blade of grass, every movement, every smell, every sense, every single little detail, it was complete...too complete...it made it so much more painful...even the blast of energy that he had seen only just before it hit its target. No, the person in front of the target.... The target was him, but it hit her... So what was this now? What happened? Is that really her? If it isn't, then who is she?? The memory struck him again. It floated about his mind, torturing him, paining him.
Xelloss cried out, the whisper of a wish that he could cry sounding in his mind. But he couldn't...he could create fake tears, but even those would be a part of him, and not real. He was a Mazoku, a being of the Astral Plane, he could not cry, not for real. But he remembered tears, real ones. A long time ago. No! No more of this! This, this couldn't be real! Again he stated his race, he told himself what he was, even what Filia always called him. Anything, anything that could break this spell. The problem, was that the spell was already broken, and this was the real thing. But it hurt his head, it was mind-splitting. It was mind-splitting since it first started, but he was in too much pain because it was such a long past, and he was too caught up in it, only now did he realize how much his mind hurt. He felt like his head was being torn apart.
"Xelloss.... Xelloss, I'm sorry. But go...go now. We can talk later....."
His headache left him all of a sudden, it left him as he took hold of himself. It left him as he opened his slitted, amethyst eyes, as he looked up at her. "Talk...? Later...?" He could sense a spark of anger within himself. But he could do nothing. "Do you know how long it's been? Do you know how long I've forgotten these memories? How long you've...you've kept me under this spell!? Why!? Why did you lock them away? Why did you lock my past away!?! How come you didn't come back to me!?!!" His hands gripped the grass between his fingers.
"A thousand years... Almost exactly... A thousand years..."
A thousand years, yes, she was right, it was a thousand years. "Right. That is an extremely long time, Sarah. An -extremely- long time. Why didn't you undo this spell? Why didn't you undo it when you first came? Why did you disguise yourself?" Then another question struck him and his anger disappeared just like that. "Why.... Why are you still alive..? ...I....I thought you were dead..no...I thought you were dying, and then forgot you before you even took that last breath...or...what I thought would have been your last breath. Now that I've remembered again, I had thought you were dead, but you're right here. Right in front of me. What happened, Sarah, what happened?"
"I...can't say yet. Please, Xelloss, let me speak to them first."
He could feel himself becoming angry once again. "No! You'll tell me now!"
"I said I can't say right now. Can't we talk later? In private?"
"Why? Why them first? Am I lower than them? Or have you forgotten about me like you made me forget?"
"Xelloss...." She looked away from him. He sensed something in her. A small hint of negative energy. But as was normal, he couldn't tell what. But if...yes, he remembered this. If there was even a hint of that, then there was something wrong...sometimes terribly wrong...he lowered his head and sat back, against a tree nearby. She sighed softly, so softly that nobody could hear, nobody would have seen it either. But somehow he could still tell, he still knew. He also knew it probably meant that she was relieved. "Thank you.." This was strange...such a strange feeling. He knew things so easily, they were so old, and so well known, while at the same time it was like he had learned several things new...
But soon...maybe...he would have time...maybe enough time...to get used to carrying this knowledge, these...senses...
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Okay!Yeah!I know!I'm not sure who reads my fanfic and how many, but I'm sure there's someone, reading this or not, that'll be like "What!?! Who the hell do you think you are pairing up my Xelloss with a made-up character??? I bet they don't even fit together!!" Well...to whoever who would like to say that or would like to criticize my work in that sense...just don't read it then. XP okay, well, I'll be working on chapter ten then! Oh, yeah, I know I should have put this up a whoooooooole lot earlier...but I'll just act like I already did. Slayers is not mine, it's copyrighted by it's rightful owners, but Xelloss is mine!No, just kidding, lol.Sarah and Jeffrisce, however, are both completely and rightfully mine. ^-^ well then, now that that's done, buh-bye~
Xelloss watched the scene from up above in his little tree. Once the rather small group of mercenaries attacked, Zelgadiss drew his sword, Gourry drew his, Filia brought out her mace( while being very careful of her sleeping baby ), Lina drew out her own sword, and Aleinas unsheathed his. Jeffrisce was protecting Amelia with his staff while the princess casted spells at the men. But interestingly enough, they didn't seem to be effected very much other than be blasted backwards. They were definitely humans though....
There were two mercenaries on Gourry, two on Jeffrisce and Amelia, three on Aleinas, and one each for everyone else. And as Xelloss watched, he noticed that it was always the same man, no matter what they did not switch, they would keep fighting with the same person. Interesting...
"Who the hell are these guys!? It's like they don't get hurt at all and just keep on attacking!"
Lina seemed frustrated. Mainly because she was using her sword and a couple fire elemental spells when she had the chance, but still wasn't making much more than a scratch or two on her opponent. Xelloss pondered this. Were they really mercenaries? They seemed human: looked human, fought like a human, had an aura like a human...wait... He sniffed the air some and then frowned, eyes opening slightly. Was that a faint smell of death? Rotting? ....Zombies?? Did Grau know how to do that?
"Be careful! They've got an archer up there somewhere!"
Jeffrisce's voice, it seemed to make the others a little more aware. Amelia seemed to be trying to aim a few spells up in the treetops, but it could be seen that the archer was somehow moving quickly around the treetops unnoticed. Tricky fellow. He turned back to the fight.
Zelgadiss was holding well so far. He blocked a downwards slash then pushed back his opponent with a nice little kick, right into a tree, then went forward and aimed for the man's heart, but his attack was put off with a strong bash of the other's broadsword. And it continued.
Jeffrisce was waving his staff about, spinning it every now and then and gripping it tightly. A few times he had to tell Amelia to duck so that he could block off someone from behind them. Meanwhile, the princess helped him and sometimes the others, and also tried to keep getting at the archer with spells.
Lina was still holding up with a few nice moves with her sword and very close spells, most even right into the stomach. Surprisingly still, the man would get up and continue to attack. He could see Lina starting to tire from the effort of blocking the attacks. But then Filia and her both bumped back into each other. With a few short words, they decided to work together. Even with Filia's dragon strength and heavy mace, however, they were still having trouble. Though it was atleast the littlest bit easier to endure, it seemed.
That amazing swordsman Gourry also seemed to be tiring some though. He wasn't letting down though. With two men against one, it was hard, but he was getting through. But to think that these things could challenge even Gourry's skills, Grau surely chose well.
Aleinas wasn't so bad either. Three men all against him! No, of course, he wasn't human, but still, he acted so and also fought that way. He really couldn't understand why, though. He looked like he was tiring, and yet he wasn't. He would often look as if he were going to lose, but with the next move he was on top again. He was moving swiftly, making a few light moves here, kicking there, punching even. Then some sharp pain flashed in his head for less than a second. What was that? Was it because he saw Aleinas's particular style of fighting familiar? Wait...he had thought it familiar? Was it different from the others? Xelloss shook his head and brought up that cheery face again, but with a faint look of worry. This was strange...very strange..
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This was really starting to become annoying. Very annoying. But there was no other choice then to go along and act human-like. Even after everyone knew Aleinas wasn't human... There was still no choice, because there was him.
"Grr, why won't you just lay down and die like a good human slave does!" He bashes away an attacking sword and then shoves the attacker into a tree with his shoulder so that he could deal with the other two. He kept on fighting, at times having to fight with all three, but most of the time only with two while one is kept away with a simple kick or punch.
During this, he would try and keep track of the aura of the archer in the trees. It was when it stopped behind him that he added a little speed to push all of his attackers away. Turning to the direction of the archer. But he sensed someone behind him so he made a quick spin, slashing the head of his attacker off and then ending the spin at the point where he started it just in time to bat a wooden arrow away. But it was just that moment...
"Grraaaaagh!!"
Everyone was surprised at the sudden yell and their enemies seemed to pause in their attacks. Everyone's eyes were now on Aleinas, a headless but not bleeding man, and the sharp broadsword that was bright with a faint glow of magic that hadn't shown until now. The sword belonged to the headless man, it was definitely in his hand, yes, but it was also in Aleinas.. Until the next moment when the sword was pulled out.
Aleinas did not scream, he couldn't, there was too much pain, too much shock, too much confusion swimming around his head...too much emotion. "How...", was all he could say for the time being as he fell to his knees and bended forward with his hand over his wound, his stomach. Jeffrisce came over and shoved away the headless attacker, who was going to stab Aleinas again, and bent down next to him.
"Aleinas, Aleinas!"
There was no answer, no reaction, no reply. Only silver blood flowed out of the wound and on to the ground. 'Get a grip, you have to heal yourself, now!You're still alive, you can save yourself, stupid, you can still save yourself!'
"What's wrong? Come on, you have to heal yourself, I can't do it for you."
Amelia came over. Then everybody noticed that the men had disappeared off to somewhere. It caused confusion, but their deeply wounded companion was first. Amelia had figured it out first and knelt next to Aleinas.
"Don't worry, I'll get you healed up. Just wait a little while."
"No! Don't!"
"J-Jeffrisce-san!....Don't you care about Aleinas-san's life?"
"Yes, yes, but...you don't understand! Aleinas! Aleinas! Dammit! What kind of a spell did he put on that sword??"
"J-Jeffrisce...Jeffrisce...I can't cast it...I can't cast the spell...I can't focus, I can't focus at all, make them go away, make these damn emotions go away!"
Everybody except for Jeffrisce was shocked. That wasn't Aleinas's voice, atleast not the one they knew. That was a girl's voice!
"....Amelia...go ahead."
"H-hai!" Amelia seemed very very confused now but she concentrated and cast the spell, a white glow between her palms and the wound. In a second or two, the wound had not changed, but Aleinas had growled and yelled, then pushed Amelia away with a powerful swing of his arm. Amelia crashed into a nearby tree and hit her head, wincing greatly at the pain, but not bleeding or extremely hurt. But Zelgadiss pushed away all confusion and spoke to Aleinas angrily.
"What was that!? She was just trying to help you!"
"Shut up! You don't know what that spell does to me! Jeffrisce, what were you thi-" Silver blood was coughed out. Then Zelgadiss realized that there was a puddle of silver blood below Aleinas.
"Silver? Blood?"
"Aleinas, Aleinas, are you okay? Look, White Magic has positive energy, the spell on that sword was of negative energy, that's what's causing the havoc in your head. You're unbalanced. We need to 'flush out' that spell with positive energy, do you understand me? If we don't do this quickly then you won't be able to heal your wound and you'll die! Die!"
'Die....Death.... No...I won't give in. I won't. I will not die. Death means failure to myself. Death right now means failure in my job. And death is a weakling's way to freedom.' These were the most clear words in mind, most clear, but still surrounded by chaotic emotions, fire and tears, cruelty and fear... "Do it then...Do it...But hold me down! And do a good job of it! I can't stand White Magic. Do it quickly too! I'm not only loosing more blood, but more quickly..."
Jeffrisce smiled and nodded then started ordering the others around, Lina making an angry comment at first, but obeying. Aleinas was laid on his back, and after a bit, he could feel himself being held to the ground. Then the spell, both Amelia and Filia were working on it... 'The pain...but the joy...both...I wish I could scream.....' Then darkness...
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Aleinas woke up again when the spell was over, body so numb he felt he couldn't even breathe.
"Aleinas, hurry and heal up. You've lost much more blood then you should....probably because of the spell."
Jeffrisce's voice, it was comforting in his present state of darkness and light. All around him was dark abyss...but then again it seemed to be a bright white. It was a strange feeling, but when he opened his eyes, it was almost gone. It didn't matter.. Aleinas sat up and groaned, weakly casting the spell. It only slowed down the bleeding at first, but after awhile the wound started to close up, inside out. When it was fully closed and healed, he fell over from over-exhaustion....no, not he, she.( Yes, the reader has definitely figured this out by now, and so have the Slayers, but only by voice. ) Not they could all be sure...
The hood fell back when Aleinas fell, and without a care, h-she had pulled the mask down from her face. Now everyone could see the light, almost white, lavender skin, smooth but hard, as it was stone. But unlike Zelgadiss, she had no stones. Her hair was short, almost, but not quite reaching her chin. Straight, soft, silky, fine, any of those words could describe it. And it was silver. And then there were the ears. They were exactly like Zelgadiss's, just different color. Her eyes were closed right now, she seemed almost to be asleep...but she wasn't, just very very -very- unaware of things.
"Hey! Aleinas was a girl!"
Gourry was the one to break the awkwardness by stating a very obvious fact. He was also the one to bring Aleinas back to her senses, whether or not she was overly-exhausted. She sat up and glared at any of them that stared uncomfortably with her now viewable silver eyes. They were shaped in a way more like Xelloss's, but they were slitted in more of a dragon-like way. Right now they were bright, but cold. But if one looked deeply into them, one would see worry, and maybe even some fear. She feared something. No, feared for someone...and he was there. Right. There.
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From the moment he heard that voice, Xelloss was put in a sort of half coma-like state. He silently came down from the tree unnoticed. He did not move otherwise. Memories...memories started to flood him, his past, his emotions, his thoughts played over in his head, beginning to end. It was like he was standing here, standing in the present, but living in his past once more. He only felt like a half filled bottle, though. Then after seeing her face, a quarter more was filled. But the quarter left. The quarter empty....It seemed to be the most important. He tried to find it, he tried to search for it, but he met a wall. A wall...
He stepped forward once. Then twice. Then three times. He stopped at six steps, two feet away from her. He realized he still didn't even remember her name...until he saw her eyes. Those silver eyes. Dragon like and Mazoku like at the same time. He became deeply entranced in them. It was like he knew that the key, the key to breaking down that wall in his mind was there, right there in her eyes. And he was right, he found it, but the wall came down so suddenly, the memories hit him so quickly. And these truths, these truths squeezed themselves back into his past so roughly, he had to fall to his knees, had to keep staring at her. Then his eyes widened at the last memory with her. The last he had seen of her.
He shut his eyes and turned his head to the ground, bending over with his arms propping him up above the ground. The scene he saw perfectly, every bright color, every dark color, every blade of grass, every movement, every smell, every sense, every single little detail, it was complete...too complete...it made it so much more painful...even the blast of energy that he had seen only just before it hit its target. No, the person in front of the target.... The target was him, but it hit her... So what was this now? What happened? Is that really her? If it isn't, then who is she?? The memory struck him again. It floated about his mind, torturing him, paining him.
Xelloss cried out, the whisper of a wish that he could cry sounding in his mind. But he couldn't...he could create fake tears, but even those would be a part of him, and not real. He was a Mazoku, a being of the Astral Plane, he could not cry, not for real. But he remembered tears, real ones. A long time ago. No! No more of this! This, this couldn't be real! Again he stated his race, he told himself what he was, even what Filia always called him. Anything, anything that could break this spell. The problem, was that the spell was already broken, and this was the real thing. But it hurt his head, it was mind-splitting. It was mind-splitting since it first started, but he was in too much pain because it was such a long past, and he was too caught up in it, only now did he realize how much his mind hurt. He felt like his head was being torn apart.
"Xelloss.... Xelloss, I'm sorry. But go...go now. We can talk later....."
His headache left him all of a sudden, it left him as he took hold of himself. It left him as he opened his slitted, amethyst eyes, as he looked up at her. "Talk...? Later...?" He could sense a spark of anger within himself. But he could do nothing. "Do you know how long it's been? Do you know how long I've forgotten these memories? How long you've...you've kept me under this spell!? Why!? Why did you lock them away? Why did you lock my past away!?! How come you didn't come back to me!?!!" His hands gripped the grass between his fingers.
"A thousand years... Almost exactly... A thousand years..."
A thousand years, yes, she was right, it was a thousand years. "Right. That is an extremely long time, Sarah. An -extremely- long time. Why didn't you undo this spell? Why didn't you undo it when you first came? Why did you disguise yourself?" Then another question struck him and his anger disappeared just like that. "Why.... Why are you still alive..? ...I....I thought you were dead..no...I thought you were dying, and then forgot you before you even took that last breath...or...what I thought would have been your last breath. Now that I've remembered again, I had thought you were dead, but you're right here. Right in front of me. What happened, Sarah, what happened?"
"I...can't say yet. Please, Xelloss, let me speak to them first."
He could feel himself becoming angry once again. "No! You'll tell me now!"
"I said I can't say right now. Can't we talk later? In private?"
"Why? Why them first? Am I lower than them? Or have you forgotten about me like you made me forget?"
"Xelloss...." She looked away from him. He sensed something in her. A small hint of negative energy. But as was normal, he couldn't tell what. But if...yes, he remembered this. If there was even a hint of that, then there was something wrong...sometimes terribly wrong...he lowered his head and sat back, against a tree nearby. She sighed softly, so softly that nobody could hear, nobody would have seen it either. But somehow he could still tell, he still knew. He also knew it probably meant that she was relieved. "Thank you.." This was strange...such a strange feeling. He knew things so easily, they were so old, and so well known, while at the same time it was like he had learned several things new...
But soon...maybe...he would have time...maybe enough time...to get used to carrying this knowledge, these...senses...
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Okay!Yeah!I know!I'm not sure who reads my fanfic and how many, but I'm sure there's someone, reading this or not, that'll be like "What!?! Who the hell do you think you are pairing up my Xelloss with a made-up character??? I bet they don't even fit together!!" Well...to whoever who would like to say that or would like to criticize my work in that sense...just don't read it then. XP okay, well, I'll be working on chapter ten then! Oh, yeah, I know I should have put this up a whoooooooole lot earlier...but I'll just act like I already did. Slayers is not mine, it's copyrighted by it's rightful owners, but Xelloss is mine!No, just kidding, lol.Sarah and Jeffrisce, however, are both completely and rightfully mine. ^-^ well then, now that that's done, buh-bye~
