Chapter Two: Hurt Feelings and Broken Heads

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The story is kind of more serious here... -_-; Enjoy it anyways, 'kay?

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It had been almost an hour since I awoke. Zel had been trying to explain what exactly was going on to Lynn and myself.

"So. Basically what you're saying is that you're the only one from the Slayers universe still around? How did you manage that?" Lynn asked from where she sat at my desk.

"No, I'm not. I don't believe that you've been listening." Zel was beginning to get impatient.

"I think I get it." I said boldly. Lynn glared at me.

"So explain."

"Eventually, everyone dies, right? So Zel thought it would be fun to hang around long enough to see the reincarnation of everyone. So he made the Pledge of Immortality with a monster." I nodded as though the matter was simple.

"That isn't quite it..." Zel said with a sweatdrop.

"My, you're so clever Amelia-chan!" An annoying voice filled the room as Xellos appeared in the doorway. "Can you guess which monster he made the pledge with?"

"XELLOS!!!!" Lynn and I cried in horror.

"Oh, so you do recognize me then? I thought you would have forgotten everything." He laughed to himself.

"Xellos, these are Arafel and Lynn." He sighed deeply. "And they're not remembering things. They watched it on TV."

"Is that true?" Xellos asked, leaning close to Lynn and opening one eye. "Nahga-chan?"

For a long moment, she looked horrified. "LIFE IS WONDERFUL!" She blurted.

"Life is beautiful." I agreed from where I sat in bed. "And when you teleport away, you should go visit all your fangirls."

"Since they'll be so upset at us for mildly disturbing you, the only way to make it up to them is to send you to them." Lynn nodded. Xellos looked at us as though we had just lost it, and teleported away.

Lynn and I burst out laughing at being able to confuse the Trickster. Zel himself was unsure of what to do. He glanced around the room uncertainly, and his eyes came to rest on my Storage Bin—AKA—Trash Can. Suddenly, he yanked a paper out of it.

"Hey, watch it!" I cried as my garbage went flying around the room.

"Read this." He handed the paper to me. "This is almost exactly what happened."

Uncertainly, I read it. It said:

A lone figure stands on a cliff

surrounded by an empty,

moonlit darkness.

The forest below,

black, silent

offers no answers.

Decrepit and defeated,

the figure wavers in agony

while the freezing wind

from this star-lit night

burns his blackened heart.

He is riddled with guilt

and despair. Because

she died last night,

here, when she fell

from grace.

He remembers his words

from the night before

during the terrible fight.

Clutching desperately

at his head,

he falls to his knees.

His apology echoes

across the valley.

-Kurtis Hawkins

"Huh? This is just garbage from the poetry class I took." I tilted my head in confusion. "The guy gave me too many copies and he didn't want the extras back, so I threw them out."

"Which poem is it?" Lynn asked, and I passed the paper to her.

"So, you're saying that Amelia suicided because you had a fight?" Lynn asked after studying the poem for a moment.

"Not quite." Zel sighed deeply again. "She committed suicide because I refused her affections."

We sat in a dread silence for a long moment. Zel looked over to me and smiled weakly.

"The guilt was tremendous. I had to apologize." He brushed a strand of messy hair from my face. "I had to find you."

At that, I swatted his hand aside. "Ouch! You really are made out of rocks!" I shook my sore hand for a moment before glaring at Zel.

"Even if you are the coolest bishounen on the face of the earth, I can't let this pass!" I stood up on my bed. It would have been more dramatic had I not wavered back and forth for a long moment before I gained my balance. "You weren't looking for me, you were looking for her." I growled with pure jealousy in my voice, and tears beginning to stain my face.

"Arafel, I—" He stammered.

"GET OUT OF MY BEDROOM!" I cried, kicking at him, though to my fortune, my foot never came in contact with him. I lost my balance from the movement and fell over sideways, tumbling off my bed directly in to my bookshelf. The crash resounded through the house, as I burst out crying and held my bleeding head.

Lynn stood up at my mother's faint cry of "What happened down there?"

"I'll take care of Mom." She said firmly and left the room. Zel knelt down to me and began to cast a healing spell on my poor head. Once the spell was completed, he held me in his arms.

"Are you hurt anywhere else?" He asked quietly. After gathering my wits again, I pushed him away.

"It's still not me you want. It's her."

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Her... ;_; Such is the curse of being a fangirl! *sigh* Tell me what you think! {Er, no flames, please...}