Chapter XXXX: Friend or Foe?

Tyloric had gone back to sleep. He was so tired for some reason, most likely because he had such a hard time restraining Flame. Yuffie insisted he eat something first, he had been asleep for nearly 2 weeks, but just so tired, he didn't even have the energy to eat.

So, he just lay there, silently waiting for the void of sleep to take him... He waited patiently, it seemed like he had been lying there for hours. He was so tired, but then why wouldn't he fall asleep? Oh well, Tyloric finally thought as he gave up trying to sleep and opened his eyes.

He saw the sky... a pitch-black sky... Must be nighttime... he thought. Then it hit him, Sky? Inside? As he thought, a sharp pain jabbed into his spine.

"Err!" he grunted as his body jolted up unconsciously at the sudden pain. He looked at what had stabbed him in the back to see it was a giant rock with a sharp peak. A rock? He thought.

He looked around. He was in some sort of wasteland, an endless wasteland of shattered ground and rock. A strange blood red fog blurred his vision. Where am I? He pondered as he stood to his feet and continued to survey his surroundings.

He started to walk, slowly and cautiously through this unknown terrain he found himself trapped in. Something caught his eye, someone was resting on a nearby stone. He started to slowly run, almost at the pace of jogging but a little faster, but jolted himself to a stop when he started to recognize the being... Flame.

But how could that be? How is he... when did he? It didn't add up.

".....Flame?" He just blurted out without even thinking.

The supposed 'Flame' jumped, startled and totally taken off guard, twisted around. "WHAT? WHO A-" he started to ask in his normal low crackly tone before noticing Tyloric. "HOW DID YOU?" he started before getting cut off by Tyloric "How do I know? I just woke up here!" he yelled, suddenly feeling light headed and fell to the ground, unable to catch himself due to lack of strength. He landed with a loud crash.

Flame unknowingly scampered over to the fallen Tyloric, lifting his hosts head in his broad arm. He immediately realized what he was doing, caring for another.

"WHATS WRONG?" Flame demanded, ignoring the sick feeling in his stomach for showing concern.

Tyloric wanted to respond, but couldn't find the strength to. "DAMNIT YOU BASTARD! WHATS WRONG?!" His rage quickly built up.

Tyloric took the deepest breath he could manage before whispering "Can't... breath..." Of course! Why didn't he realize it earlier? There is not much oxygen in this realm. Flame survived in it because his body breath in carbon dioxide and breath out oxygen.

Tyloric couldn't handle it anymore and blacked out. Crap! What was he going to do? Then he thought of something, he could- not! Not on his life! He would not put his mouth on another males! But if he didn't, Tyloric would- but how could he? What was he  going to- DAMNIT! He mentally exclaimed  in frustration. If Tyloric died, he would to, because with out a host... SHIT! He was being forced to swallow his pride.

Without thinking he pressed his mouth against Tyloric's and exhaled, quickly jolting back in disgust. It felt like his mouth had been set on fire and it made him sick to think about what he had just done. But he already knew one breath wouldn't be enough...

Just as he was about to do it again, Tyloric simply vanished. Gone. Disappeared.

"WHERE DID HE GO?"

AN: Ok, I know where yaw think this is going, but your wrong. This isn't a Yaoi! You'll figure it all out in the next Chapter :P