Chels: I WANT TO SKIP THIS CHAPTER!

Chibi Chel: Chels is sorta kinda mad because she has so much typed out for the later chapters… but nothing to fill in between, so maybe this mini plot line will help…

Chels: dear god that right… there IS a plot line! [dies]

Neko Sea: Right on…

Love is a Battlefield
[Chapter 3]


They cry in the dark, so you can't see their tears
They hide in the light, so you can't see their fears
Forgive and forget, all the while
Love and pain become one and the same
In the eyes of a wounded child

Sirius sighed, stopping in his tracks for a moment as he entered the kitchen of his small safe house, flicking on lights as he went. He opened the fridge that he had so proudly fixed himself and peered inside, staring at the food he had bought earlier last week, silently wishing that Sky would have went shopping like she was supposed to instead of disappearing all of the time, but who was he to argue with the girl who could kill him with her eyes shut.

After a few minutes of staring at the almost empty shelves he reached in to the back of the fridge, blindly groping for the Chinese take out he had earlier that week and a can of some muggle soft drink, Coke, which he was currently addicted to.

He opened the small white container and sniffed it didn't smell too bad, at least it wasn't sprouting mold or anything life threatening like that. He stood up, closing the fridge with his foot as he went. He grabbed a fork off the counter and promptly shoved the cold noodles in to his eager mouth.

He grabbed his Coke and found his way into the living room, kicking off his shoes and leaving them where they fell, he knew Sky would kill him when she came around, but right now he didn't care.

The shoes would stay.  

He plopped down old sofa, ignoring its groans and put the can down on the coffee table, thinking on how Sky would glare at him if she saw him being so 'improper'. So he put his feet up as well. Sirius grinned as he devoured another forkful of lo mein, sucking the dangling ends back into his mouth.

He flicked on the Wizard Wireless, flipping through the stations lazily, waiting for something to catch his ear.

'And next in the news, Junior Minister Cornelius Fudge made a Speech today under the Ministers supervision about the fight against the Lord, saying that he has the utmost confidence that the Ministry shall prevail.'

Sirius rolled his eyes at this. The Jr. Minister was so full of himself sometimes. What did he have that the deatheaters didn't? The lack of common sense? And not to mention he dressed horribly, even to a wizard's standard. The fruit was so self concerned with himself that he told the public and the minister anything that would appease them.

"I'm leaving," Sky said suddenly, a black cloak covering her short, yet muscular body that he lusted over.

 She looked different, her usual long dark brown hair was now short and light auburn hooking under her ears and hanging over her vivid cerulean eyes. She was clad in a form fitting white tank top, a pair of tight black pants and her training boots, which peaked out from under her cloak.

 "I don't know when I shall be home, so be sure that the doors are locked and secure and that no one calls. If you receive an owl, don't open it and don't let your presence be known."

"Yes mother," Sirius drawled, a grin covering his tired face "Is there anything else I can do for you?"

"You can get your feet off of my table," She snapped before storming out of the house, slamming the door behind her.

"Bitch," Sirius muttered as the door slammed, leaving him alone with his thoughts again.

"Do not speak of my mistress like that," Xander said strictly from the kitchen door way, his arms crossed over his chest, "she will certainly not like it,"

"Fuck!" Sirius exclaimed stumbling over the table, his wand held in front of him, "Who the fuck are you and how did you get in here!"

"Put your wand down," Xander said casually, looking down at his nails, "Your mortal magic cannot harm me. I am Xander, your superior's advisor."

"My who? Sky!" Sirius exclaimed in disbelief, "She is not my boss she-"

"Wears the 'pants' around here, as your culture states," Xander mocked, an amused look on his pale face, "You are her subordinate, so you should respect her much more than you do now. She can do many amazing things that your miniscule mortal brain can never comprehend."

"Mortal?" Sirius scoffed, "If I am a mortal what does that make you?"

"A demon,"

. . .

          Sky silently slipped in to the medical supplies cabinet in at Green Witch Medical Hospital outside of London, frantically searching for anything that could help these poor children.

        But according to her research there was none.

        It spread like an epidemic, tearing through each of the young children's bodies, after finding a host it would feed and feed until the child was nothing but a shell.

        Magical Deficiency Syndrome.

        A medical condition that has taken the magical world by surprise. A parasite that feeds of a wizards magic until they were entirely muggle, but the worse part was after each and every ounce of magic was sucked from their bodies, the virus would attack their last defense, the immune system.

        Sky had broken in to the Ministries file the previous night and searched through files and files of MDS cases and found them all the same, they're was no stopping it.

        Sky refused to fail, she promised that she would help and she would try to save the children.

        She wasn't programmed to fail.

        After grabbing multiple blankets, vials of potions, bandages, and a bag of sheets from the laundry, she apparated from the vicinity and in to the slums where the children where slowly being destroyed.

        She wouldn't let them die.

        She was trained to be victorious.

. . .

        "She's not going to be able to save them all," Aradia said softly to her unusually tense mother, whose eyes were transfixed upon the mortal incarnation of herself, "It's just not possible."

        "If she only knew who she was then-"

        "But she doesn't dear," Lucifer said softly in his sister's ear, putting his hands on her shoulders, "Everything is different now that she had forgotten her powers."

          "If that man hadn't brain washed her-"

        "But it happened, even the fates couldn't have foreseen it, and there is nothing we can do now, only she can determine her path," Lucifer said calmly, trying to carefully pry his sister from the mirror.

        She refused to move.

        Lucifer sighed, throwing his hands up as a sign of defeat and tossed himself on a near by cloud, soaring backwards and stopping at her daughters side.

        "I worry about her," Aradia commented softly, resting her head on her fathers shoulder, "how long do you think she will be like this?"

        "Either until Fudge is dead or she remembers," Lucifer sighed, slipping an arm around her daughter's shoulders, pulling her on to his lap, resting his chin on head shoulder, "Ask the Lady of the Lake about it next time you see her, ask her if she saw anything."

        "Yes Papa," Aradia said, receiving a soft kiss on the back of her head as she and her father watched her mother stare in to the mirror, her dark eyes wide in pain and astonishment, little hope behind her dark eyes of umber.

. . .

        "Maxwell?!" Sky called out, landing in a dark alley way of the slums where she grew up.

        "He's over there," a small voice replied from behind a large box, a young girl stepped out, barely seven years old ask asked, "Would you like me to take you to him Huntress?"

        Sky allowed her dark façade drop, kneeling down on one knee so she was eye level with the young girl, "You know who I am?"

        The girl nodded, her blonde hair bouncing down on her shoulders, her hazel eyes wide with innocence, "You are the lady Maxwell tells us about, he tells us that you will protect us from he who must not be named."

        Sky stood up, taking the girls small, outstretched hand, "that is my job, I try to make sure that he wont find you."

        The girl pulled her hand, leading her out of the alley way, "you don't have to worry about us Miss Huntress, we are real good at hiding, Maxwell makes sure of it so that we wont go to the bad places."

        Sky looked down at the little girl who trusted her with her life, noticing a doll clutched tightly in her other hand.

        "Who's that?" Sky asked softly, nodding towards the doll.

        "His name is Ron," the girl replied, still guiding the assassin, "He keeps the bad dreams away so I can have good dreams." She tightened her grip on Sky's fingers as they stepped in to an old building.

                                                             "I see you have met Caryn," Maxwell observed from the shadows, surprising Sky, although she didn't show it, "Let me take your burden from you," Maxwell said softly, the large bundles of materials she stole from the hospital floating out of her arms and levitating in front of Maxwell with the help of a wand, "Keep her company please? I don't like her being alone."

        Sky nodded as she sat down in an extremely run down chair, Caryn sitting down on the floor by her feet, play with Ron.

        "Would you like to see him?" she asked, holding the doll up for Sky's closer inspection.

        Sky leaned forward, plucking the doll from the girl's innocent hand and holding it up with her blood-stained ones.

        It was a rag doll, two black buttons for eyes, one dangerously close to falling off. He had painted on blue pants, which were faded with old age, a maroon sweater which looked handmade was pulled over it head, which was topped of with a mop of orangey red yarn.

          "Maxwell told me that if I keep him with me, then the bad people won't hurt me," Caryn said softly, taking the doll back in to her hands, "he told us that you would help us get better."

        She little girl hunched over, a harsh and ragged couch ripping through her small body, convulsion slightly until her coughing fit was over.

        "I'm better now."

        All Sky could do was watch as the girl sat, poorly dressed with a small smile on her face, playing with the doll, Ron.

        Sky abruptly stood up, an idea hitting her as Maxwell reentered the room.

        "I think I know what to do," Sky said curtly, nodding her head, "I shall be back soon," she said before appareling from sight.

. . .

        There was a man that Sky had met during one of her missions that always held a place in her mind. She was quiet, he kept to himself a lot and barely left his home, but there was something about him that no one could match.

        He was a multi linguistic ancient spell researcher.

        She met him on pure accident on her part, foolishly apparating in his home on accident, thinking it wad abandoned, but being proven horribly wrong after tumbling in to his lap and he drank his tea peacefully in front of a fire.

        And although she would have normally killed the witness to her existence, there was something in his eyes that stopped her.

        If there was a mirror in existence that was created to showed the viewer the complete opposite of what they were looking at it would be, for Sky at least, this mans eyes.

        Although they were a deep rich dark brown like hers, they were soft and light, holding a very loving quality from them, yet also demanding respect, just as she did.

        He lived in a small hut in an unknown place in the English countryside, with only a small cat as his companion.

        She had reverted in to her natural appearance so she wouldn't deceive him on who she really was as she knocked on his front door, her hooded cloak covering her body from sight.

        The door opened slowly, his warm yet cautious eyes appearing from the crack in the door, yet swung open when he realized who it was.

        "White Huntress," the man said, holding out a hand of invitation, "what give me the honor of your presence?"

        "I need help Healer," Sky said shortly as she stepped in side of his cottage, the door closing behind her.

        "What kind of spell you do need Huntress?" the man asked, as she sat down in front of the fire, a small black cat looking up at her with a curious look in its blue eyes.

        "I need something to slow down the effects of MDS."

        The man looked at her, his eyes wide before asking, "That is a very difficult spell Huntress, one that takes their loss of magic and replaces it with your own, are you sure-"

        "Yes."

        The man sighed, scribbling down on a piece of paper the proper incantation, "this is a very old roman spell, so the pronunciation must be correct other wise they're will be disastrous outcomes." He handed it to her, but as her hand made contact with the paper, he grabbed her wrist, standing up and looking her in the eye, "Tell me your name."

        "Tell me yours," Sky said softly, never removing her eyes from his.

        "I am called Lucifer," he said, bowing his head, "and what may I call you?"

        "Diana," Sky replied, unsure on why she trusted this man so much, "My name is Diana."

        'Hello Sister Diana'

. . .

        "LUCIFER!" Diana shouted her hand waving frantically for her brother to come to the mirror, "Get over here! Now!"

        "What is it now?" Lucifer muttered as he floated over, "has she killed some one aga- oh myself…"

        "They found each other, didn't they?" Aradia asked softly, padded over to where her mother, and now her father were watching the mirror with ecstatic stares.

        "I can't believe it!" Diana said suddenly, "they really found each other, after all of these years… why wont he say anything!"

        "Because he knows she doesn't remember," Lucifer replied softly, "I can feel it."

        "But how did he-"

        "When he asked for her name," Aradia began slowly, "She said Diana, for she knew him as Lucifer and he knew her as Gemini, even if she hadn't forgotten they haven't seen each other in ten years, but how many Lucifer's are on their plane?"

        "I am going to ensure that the Mortal Fudge has the worst death possible," Diana snarled, "Aradia, speak to the Fates, wee what they have in store for him."

        "Why can't father go?"

        "Because I am her little brother and our heirs just met up with each other, now shoo."

        Aradia stuck her tongue out at the two older gods before turning out of the open room and ran towards where the fates where merrily cutting the strings of life.

Chels: Am I evil? Yes I am! [Headbangs]

Chibi Chel: [grins] Metallica rocks…

Neko Sea: Please don't come and try to kill Chelsea for not posting in only God knows how long… she's been working on a lot of stuff lately… plus this really cool Harry Potter meets the prom type thing going on… which she may or may not post…  

Chels: I may though…

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