Author's Notes: Well, here goes chapter one, hope you enjoy it, Please R&R,

BLEED

Chapter I

From atop of large tree just beyond the scene of the two figures in combat, another young mage opened one lazy green eye, as he swung his leg from a large branch whilst resting his back against the trunk of the wood—enjoying the small piece of amusement he garnered from watching the two.

His gaze went from the mage to the thief, then back to the former, grinning as he noted the growing interest in his friend's normally bored expression.

"Really now, all this trouble in getting an acquaintance?" he said to himself, smacking his leg in suppressed chuckles as Zephyr chanted his spell and sent frost drivers sprouting from the earth, "How tiring…but is this worth the trouble? Zephyr?"

As if he heard the question, the cobalt-haired wizard side glanced at his friend lounging in the tree, and grinned,

The figure from atop laughed,

"It seems you think so, don't you?" the mage thought in answer to the look Zephyr gave him.

The cobalt haired mage was still recovering his energies from spell-casting, and passing looks with his friend that he never noticed his silver haired opponent grimace with insult at being ignored,

"Ouch!" Zephyr muttered, as a stone hit him square on the fore,

"You think to ignore me?" Vision demanded, quickly lunging at him, swinging her dagger to illustrate a point—frowning as he lost balance for a split second of her attack before regaining his footing,

"So soon and already, you whine for my attention?"

The wizard raised a brow, before hurling a rain of ice bolts on the thief and watching her lose footing once or twice whilst evading the bolts…there was an instant where one near pierced through her chest only to tear through her thief clothes,

"What the—" he muttered in surprise, luck alone could explain how she managed to evade it, but now…his eyes widened, staring at the supposedly little damage he'd done, it reaped for much more distracting rewards, the after effects of the thief's brush with disaster…was…

He hesitated for a moment, and let his wand down, turning away blinking as he brushed back the mussed bangs of cobalt from his eyes,

"What are you doing!" the thief demanded, "We're in a fight! Don't get distracted…have you no sense?"

There was only silence, as she was ignored.

"What the---" she thought angrily, still poising herself for the mage's counter attack and left hanging as she stared at the mage transfixed in his place,

"This is foul play…" he thought, giving a side-glance at the stewing thief, then quickly looking away, "How am I supposed to attack her with that in the way?"

From atop the tree, the other hidden mage stared wide-eyed at the thief for more than a few seconds before near falling from his perch in suppressed laughter.

"Ooh boy Zephyr, how are you going to get about this?" he snickered, amusedly noting the faint blush of red on his friend's features as he awkwardly turned his back on his opponent,

"You've had enough? Or do you think I'm not worth a whit of your efforts in battle?" the thief's grey eyes slanted with rage, "Its insulting, are you looking down on me?"

Zephyr turned—an aggravated expression on his usually bored and bland demeanor,

"Contrary to what you think…I'm looking at all of you," Zephyr muttered under his breath,

"What?" Vision quirked a confused brow, before realizing where the wizard's awkward gaze had been directed—right at the exposed brassiere of her relatively ample...chest.

She stewed whilst transfixed and staring at the large torn opening at the front of her thief clothes before raising her feral grey eyes to the mage,

"PERVERT---" she muttered ominously,

And since the first time their weapons met, a cold sweat of dread broke on Zephyr's brow.

To be continued...