Forever Strong

A/N: VACAY! I was just informed, ironically seconds after posting chapter 5, that I was going on vacation. That's a good thing considering I thought the only vacation we were going on was the one to Vegas in the spring, but not for the readers. That means an at least wait of a week for the next chapter. So I hurried to get this chapter written and posted so I didn't look like a lazy author... okay, okay, lazier author than I already am... anyway, on to the next chapter! Huzzah!

My voluptuous Wild Demonic Banshee is awfully silent today. Did I do or say something I shouldn't have? Leave it to me to screw myself over.

...Hehe... Screw myself... hehehe...

Her eyes are glazed though... I wonder if she knows there's a huge wasp like thing on her butt. What to do, what to do? Whoever, whether it is the Goddess Martel or some big-headed person I don't know, makes up these wise ass situations obviously has a grudge against me. When I die, they'd better look out! I'ma re-kill them... or whatever you can do in relation to torture after death anyway.

My first choice is to tell her. Pros: possibly saved from slapping, safer route over all. Cons: interrupt her from her dream-like state which may be a slap in itself, I may be too late and she may be stung, she would question why I was looking there even though she knows the honest truth, and most importantly I won't get any booty.

My second choice is to get it myself. Pros: I get booty. Cons: auto-slap, I may get stung, interrupting her and previously stated, if it sees me it may sting her, and she'll ask why I was looking there.

The choice is obvious, I mean, would I really sink that low to say there was a bug there, even if it was the truth? ...Hell yeah, this is Sheena we're talking about!

So I went for it, and naturally, she whipped around faster than... well, really fast. I winced and held up my hands in surrender, in my left a squished bug twitched about in vain, "A bug." I said in a small voice, almost pleading. Wow, I had sunk low.

Though fuming with anger Sheena found it in her heart to forgive me and even agreed for a night on the town. ...Oh how I wish that was true. The good news is I didn't get slapped twice, only once. The bad news is she's not in the happiest of moods now and I'm left with a dead bug, gross guts spewing out and the whole nine yards, in my hand and no grass to wipe it in.

...The whole nine yards...? Hehehehe...

I, Zelos Wilder, the Master Survivor of Bitch Slaps, do claim that 1) Sheena is not a bitch, but I merely refer to such as being slapped by a female for perversion purposes, and 2) if she had been alive when the original 'crusade' of Mithos, Yuan, Martel and Kratos was going on, she could've slapped the kid crazy and none of this would've happened. Ouch!

I will endure my treatment for now, however, if it so pleases my master. It'll all be worth it for when she sees the true elfs I've been keeping back for so long, so long it's been, it's actually...painful at times. I bet she'll be flabbergasted, to say the least.

...Flabbergasted... why do I find that funny?

I guess its official then. I, the Great Zelos Wilder, true elfs or not...

...am a weirdo.

"Uuh... Zelos?"

"What's up?"

"How... how are we going to get by this?"

"Get by wha?" I ran to catch up to Sheena who stood gaping on top of a large hill. In response, she pointed to the expansive body of water that had risen over the horizon of our view.

The shimmering blue ocean that lay before us is quite an eye candy, needless to say. It reflects the sun's rays as if thousands of coins danced on the water top. Its color is a gorgeous sky blue, dulling only to the real thing. Being the hopeless romantic I am, on the spot, numerous tender moments played before my eyes at first glance of this oceanic scenery. A word to describe it in relation to our journey however...

"...Crap." Sheena and I stated in unison. That's the reality of it, though. Nothing romantic would spark here, no mutuality from anybody, no nothing! Just another detour of our twisted fate to deliver a stupid peace letter to a village that is oblivious even to the fact that they've got a whole other world plastered to their backside!

Sheena sighed. "Well, I guess we'd better start swimming..."

"Uh-uh. I don't think so." I grinned; feeling smarter than a scholar, "I've got a better idea..."

Dear Corrine,

I can't believe the nerve of that guy! First in Toize Valley Mine because of the darkness and now because there was a bug? Call me a hypocrite, but if he's going to do that, then I think he shouldn't make some excuse and just go because he can! It's not that I enjoy being groped, but the reason 'because I can' deserves a bit more respect, I guess.

I dare ask what he is planning this time. I have a bad feeling about this, but ironically I trust him. It'll be a good test of what'll get the better of me: my trust or my cowardice?

Either way, I'll probably feel like an idiot afterwards for not thinking of something like that myself.