When they woke up, they found themselves in the exact same places they were before. Although, when they woke up, they weren't as amped about fighting as they were before. So they went their seperate ways. X Sasha, sorta limping, and Super Milla flying crookedly.
Milla flopped on her bed and fell into a dreamless sleep.
In an lair just outside the city, X Sasha dropped on to his bed and pondered. What's wrong with me, he thought, Why do I get this sick feeling every time I hit her. I don't love her, do I? Imagine me in love with a herion. He couldn't love her. He shouldn't love her. He did love her. He sighed and rolled over, thus falling off the bed. He picked himself up and went to sleep.
Two weeks later (Starting to see a pattern here), Super Milla was flying through the sky looking for evil that was afoot. She sensed a disturbance and hurried to that point. When she got there,... there he was. He was sitting on the bench feeding pigions. Very un-evil and un-X Sasha-y. Super Milla sat down next to him as far as way as possible without falling off the bench. He scooted over to the edge of the bench. She looked at him out of the corner of her eye. She noticed how nice he looked. What she didn't notice was the pigeons dropping dead. There was complete silence. Until,
"Hic," Great time for her to get the hicupps.
He tried to ignore it. Not the hic's, but the funny feeling he kept getting.
"Hic"
His lips twitched.
"Hic"
His head turned towards her.
"Hi-" Her hic was cut short by his kiss. Her eyes got wide, and then she closed her eyes. They jerked open when a voice inside her head yelled," What are you doing? He's your arch-nemisis," and hit the over-ride button. She broke the kiss. They stared at each other. Neither comprehending what just conspired. When it finally clicked, three things happened. Number one, they both turned red. Number two, Super Milla turned to leave. Number three, he grabbed her hand. Number four, be it because of the heat of the moment or the love, they kissed again. Okay, that was four things, but does it really matter?