Disclaimer: W.I.T.C.H is property of Disney. Crimson Sheyd appears c/o Rokuryu Studios.

Author's Notes: Filler here. I'm trying to come up with a better flow for this because, as I said, I totally forgot how this tale goes. Had to read volumes 2-12 just for inspiration. I'd be real grateful if someone would email me and get me up to speed about the recent plotline, after the Narcissa thing.

A Series of Misunderstandings
Chapter Six
Cedric: Heaven and Hell

Stunned.

There is no better word for it.

The heat upon my cheeks was too much. My heart beat just a measure faster than usual. My prince, his kiss was nothing short of unexpected. It seemed like… like heaven and hell all at once. Torture and pleasure. Punishment and reward. An arm slipped around my waist, drawing me closer as he deepened the kiss I forced myself to surrender to.

How... how could this be?

My eyes, closed in submission from the kiss, returned to the ground as we parted. I could feel my heart beating heavily against my chest, my lungs demanding for air and allowing me to breathe in short spasms. It was indeed too much. I couldn't bear to raise my face lest he see the taint of his kiss upon me.

The heat…

The want…

It felt... almost perfect.

I stood there in stunned silence, tongue darting out to lick at my own lips, tasting the last lingering moments of that kiss upon them. This was no mere delusion.

Even in this, had I failed my prince?

It certainly seemed that way.

"You may go." I heard him say. I had indeed failed him. Perhaps this was not what he had expected. I bowed, barely murmuring another apology before backing away, turning only when I was certain my prince had departed into his abyss.

"I saw that."

I didn't feel like tending to the boy, didn't feel like bearing with his teasing. Not now. "You saw nothing, Crimson." I argued, my steps quickening. I felt the need to escape, to think on what had transpired. "Oh come ON." Crimson protested, jogging to keep pace with me. Why couldn't he leave me alone at this moment when I needed it most?

I completely ignored him.

With a huff, I hurried down the corridor. When I sensed he wasn't about to give up, I turned around and shut the door to the great hall in his face. By Imdahl, I certainly hope I damaged something.

But finally, I was alone. I had the solitude I needed. Crimson was by no means a competent enough warrior as he claimed to be. Certainly, there was a reason as to why the Prince kept him around. I could sense his presence in the Prince's court once more. He had been called in perhaps for the punishment that was due him.

Punishment.

It felt that I too was due for some of my own.

I was on Earth. I could have done away with the Guardians but what was I doing? Brooding. And on what? My failure. Certainly, this was not fitting for one such as I. If the prince had indeed been displeased, he would have killed me. He would have done away with me but…

I was still alive, was I not…?

My fingers went once more to trace that kiss. It was the only memory that seemed to remain in my mind ever since it was bestowed upon me. Why? What had I deserved to have received such a thing?

Did I resent it?

Did I despise my prince for it?

No. What I felt was anything but loathing. I could never hate him. He was… what my life, my world revolved around. I lived for his happiness, I lived in servitude of him. If this is what my prince demanded of me, then, yes. I will have to give him what he wanted.

At this, I could not fail him at.

I would not allow it.

"Hey!" called a voice I knew all too well, nearly sending me out of my skin. Crimson should have known better than to jar me from my thoughts. "Crimson, please." I glowered, barely looking at him. That boy. He was too much trouble.

I miss my volume 1.
Ced was teh hawtness when he first showed up.
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