Hey there guys! I'm back with the next installment of "A Lost Soul"! I hope you've all enjoyed the ride so far!
It has come to my attention that a lot of my reviews contained many of the following comments. I'd like to address them now.
A.) OMGZZ! r u ending the fic! No way!
B.) WTF! They're getting married? What the hell does that mean?
C.) Great job! I loved it! Please continue your story!
D.) BWAHA! You used textbook names!
E.) OMG! You're not allowed to respond to reviews anymore!
Responses:
A.) No. I am not ending the story. This next chapter will not be the end, but it will be the beginning of the climax.
B.) Yes and no. They are getting married but they aren't. Please be patient. All shall become clear soon Jedi.
C.) Thank you.
D.) Dear Toca: Shut up, fool.
E.) This is a joke. Consider it a parody.
Anyway! Enough of THAT! We've got a LOT to cover, so let's start the typing, shall we?
Chapter 12 – A Happy Marriage Interrupted
"Ren…what do you mean 'get married'?" Lost asked, shivering slightly. Ren and she were walking back from the grocery store with new eggs to replace the broken ones and Lost now very confused. "What do you mean?"
"I told you before, stupid," Ren snapped, frowning at her. "Did you already forget?"
"Tell me again," said Lost. "Please?"
"All right," Ren sighed, shaking his head. "Getting married is when you swear to the other person that you love them and that you'll never love anyone else."
"Oh!" Lost nodded. "So…all we have to do is that and we're married?"
"Well…most of the time people have ceremonies," Ren explained.
"Oh! Can we have one of those?" Lost begged.
"No."
"Oh…" Lost murmured. Ren looked at his blonde companion. She was currently looking at the sidewalk, embarrassed for have made the request. Ren rolled his eyes. Lost really was impossible. Sometimes, he just couldn't figure her out. What the hell was there to be embarrassed about?
"Don't act all upset cause we can't have a stupid ceremony," Ren snapped, frowning. Lost nodded, looking up. "That's more like it. Stupid."
"…Th-Then what are we going to do?"
"I'll tell you later," snapped Ren, silencing Lost on the subject. Lost nodded, her blonde hair bobbing up and down. Ren looked up to see their lodging coming into view. "Good. We're finally back."
"Got to sleep," Ren commanded Lost as they got home. "I'll put these in the refrigerator."
"Sleep?" Lost asked. She paused, then batted her eyes and smiled. "But I'm not tired!" Ren sighed. Lost was trying to play with him. Get him to tell her what they would do for their wedding. Lost understood that staying up would help her get under his shell before he forgot about the subject. What Lost didn't understand that was Ren wasn't so easy to crack.
"Yes you are. Sleep."
"Nope!"
"Yes."
"Nope!"
"Yes…"
"Nope!"
"Lost, just go to sleep! I'm not going to tell you about the wedding, okay?" snapped Ren, throwing the milk into the refrigerator.
"Wedding?" she asked, standing up and going over to Ren who was leaning in front of the refrigerator. "What's that?"
"It's the event when you get married," he told her, putting in a few pieces of fruit. "Happy? Go to sleep."
"What happens at a 'wedding'?" Lost asked, smiling and sitting down at the kitchen table. "Is it lots and lots of fun?"
"No. It's horrible. Now go to sleep."
"Huh? Then I don't want one!" Lost frowned, shaking her head. "Not if it's horrible!"
"I was being sarcastic," Ren growled, grasping the package of noodles in his hand with a little more force then necessary, cracking a few of the hard noodles. "Will you just go to sleep already?"
"Jean-Paul asked Giselle to marry him!" Lost reminded herself. "And she seemed really happy! Will we be like them?"
"No. I'm not a crazy scientist, remember?" Ren snapped, throwing the plastic bags into the trash.
"Jean-Paul isn't crazy!" Lost insisted, frowning. "He seems really nice in all my dreams!"
"He wanted to perform experiments on humans," Ren grimaced. "Reminds me of a certain person I know. Killing, murder is one thing…but using humans as guinea pigs is just disgusting."
"Why Ren?" Lost asked.
Ren looked over at Lost and sighed, trying to find a way to express his logic. "I told you before that humans are inadequate creatures, right?"
"Uh huh!" Lost nodded.
"Well…it seems to me that an inadequate creature should have no power over another inadequate creature." Ren took the last carton of milk and lodged it into the fridge. "To me…it seems like empty boasting. I hate those who boast empty pride."
"I guess that makes sense," Lost shrugged.
"You don't understand a word I'm saying, do you?" Ren asked, sighing. Lost shook her head and Ren closed the door of the refrigerator. "Go to sleep already."
"Okay…" Lost pouted, walking over to the couch and lying down under the blanket that had lived there for the past few days. "Good night Ren."
"Night," Ren said gruffly, walking past the couch.
"I love you," Lost called after him. Ren blushed.
"I-I love you too," he muttered softly, walking swiftly into his own room and slamming the door behind him. "I need some sleep," he muttered, doing his best to lower the crimson blush on his face.
"Ring around the rosy, a pocket full of posy! Ashes, ashes, we all fall down!"
Lost was in another dream, or so she guessed. She had gotten used to these sequences after awhile, and knew she had to pay attention to learn anything. Her head turned, and she saw she was in a rather dismal garden. It had a few unkempt bushes, and the grass had grown so tall it was past her shins. A few gray, sad trees could be seen in the distance.
"Hah! You're so funny, Genevieve!" Lost realized a small girl was speaking. She recognized the voice as her own! She walked over to see a small Lost, around three years old, in the grass with another three year old girl.
This girl, obviously Genevieve, had longish light brown colored hair with golden highlights. She was smiling at Lost, and Lost noticed that Genvieve was missing a few of her baby teeth.
"Thanks for coming to play!" Genevieve grinned. Lost smiled. This must have been a friend of hers from when she was young.
"Genevieve!" A deep masculine voice called to Genevieve from the door. Lost looked over, but she could only see the silhouette of a man. She squinted, but nothing cam into view. "Genevieve, stop playing and come inside!"
"Coming, Daddy!" Genevieve smiled and got up, brushing off her dress. The small Lost looked hurt, as if Genevieve had left her. Genevieve turned around and smiled at Lost, and Lost immediately returned the smile with a grin of her own.
"Genevieve! I said come here!" The man's voice barked.
"What for Daddy?" Genevieve asked.
"I have something to show you," the man told her, leading her gently into the house. "Something important."
"HYAH!"
"ARRGH!"
Lost was transported to another time. Once again, she saw herself, now aged around ten years old, and she saw Genevieve as well. Her hair was still very long, almost to her mid back, and her eyes were still the same hazel color as before.
But…what Lost did notice about Genevieve was that her eyes were much darker then before. Almost angry.
Lost glanced at herself to see that she was bleeding and battered. She looked at Genevieve to see her coming at the girl. Genevieve smirked and then gave Lost a sharp kick in the ribs, making Lost gag blood.
"Genevieve! Stop!" Lost cried, tears falling down her face.
"That'll teach you to come to my place without permission," Genevieve growled. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"I-I…I just came to…" Lost muttered, only to have Genevieve kick her again. The older Lost looked away, pitying herself. What in the world had caused Genevieve to become so vindictive towards Lost? "Genevieve!"
"GET OUT!" Genevieve screamed, kicking Lost constantly. Her kicks became harder and swifter as her anger rose. "GET OUT OF HERE RIGHT NOW!"
"ARRGH!"
"Just die!" Genevieve grinned evilly. "DIE!" Lost felt tears coming to her eyes. The other her looked so in pain, so distressed. What in the world had forced Genevieve and she to become such enemies?
"What's going on?" Lost screamed to the two girls. "What made this happen to you?"
Genevieve ignored Lost. She continued to kick at the other Lost, the vindictive grin still plastered on her face. "Just stop…" Lost cried, tears rolling down her cheeks. "Just stop! PLEASE, JUST STOP!" Lost bound forward and tried to grab Genevieve, only to fall to the ground…
"No!" Lost screamed, springing up from her spot on the couch. Cold sweat mixed with the tears that were falling down her face. She was shaking uncontrollably, and her ribs hurt ever so slightly.
"Lost! What the hell happened?" Ren asked, running into the room. He saw Lost and ran over to her. "Another dream?"
"Y-Yeah…" Lost nodded. "This one was really scary! So scary! There was this girl…and she…she and I were…friends and th-then…sh-she was kicking me and-and-and…."
"You're not making any sense!" Ren reprimanded. "Just tell me what happened!"
And so, Lost explained the entire dream to Ren. About how she and Genevieve were playing together when they were younger, and, when they grew up Genevieve hated Lost with such a fury that she wanted to kick and kill her. Ren looked grim throughout the entire explanation.
"Obviously, this Genevieve went off her rocker," Ren shrugged. "Nothing to be upset about. She just went crazy."
"No…" Lost shook her head. "No! It can't be that! She…she really hated me!" Lost looked up, as if a realization had just dawned on her. Her face went blank. "I…I must have…done something to her to make her hate me so much!" She grabbed her hair, trying to remember. "Oh my gosh! What in the world did I do?"
"Nothing!" Ren snapped. "You didn't do anything!"
"But I must have! That's why she hated me! That's why Xavier hated me!" Lost insisted, tears now rolling down her face. "What in the world did I do? Why can't I remember?" she screamed and fell to her knees.
Before Ren could do anything, Lost had smashed her head onto the table in front of her. "Lost!" Ren screamed, grabbing her arm and pulling her back. Her forehead was starting to bleed, but it didn't look too bad. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"Oh I can't remember!" Lost cried, tears flowing once again. "I can't remember why everyone hates me! Maybe I'm just a bad person!"
"Will you shut the hell up already?" Ren asked, grasping Lost's wrists. "Just shut the hell up!"
"You don't know Ren!" Lost snapped bitterly. Ren pulled back. It was the first time Lost had ever spoken harshly to him. "You don't know anything!"
"Maybe not!" Ren growled. "But I do know that you treaty me so poorly isn't going to get you anywhere!"
"Y-You're right…" Lost nodded, calming down. "Ren…I'm scared…"
Ren looked at the huddled form of Lost. It was true, Lost had no clues to go on. All she knew was that everyone in these dreams she had hated her. Except for Alphonse perhaps. She could only assume that she had done something to make them angry and spiteful. But Lost seemed so kind and pacific now. It seemed almost impossible that she would have done anything truly evil…
But her crying form made Ren think of only one thing to cheer her up.
"Come here…" he murmured softly into her ear. Lost looked up to see Ren's strong arms encircling her waist and pulling her onto his lap. She dangled her arms around his neck and cried into his chest. Ren didn't stop her. He knew he couldn't. Girls should be allowed to cry when they want. "It's okay…" her murmured, stroking her hair. "It'll be okay…" Ren could hardly believe what he was doing. This act of gentle care was the only thing that would calm Lost down, and yet it was completely unlike him.
"R-Ren…" Lost murmured, her tears finally stopping.
"Lost…we're going to get married right now," Ren told her. Lost looked up, surprised.
"R-really Ren? We can? Right now?" Lost smiled and Ren nodded to her.
"I'll go first," he sighed and looked Lost right in the eyes. He took her hands in his and started to speak. "Lost, I love you. I'll never love anyone else."
Lost looked at Ren with wide, confused eyes. Ren sighed and rolled his own. "Now you say it."
"Ren…" Lost said, trying to repeat her companion. "I love you. I'll never love anyone else."
Ren frowned and looked away. "That's it. We're married."
"YAY!" Lost shouted, grasping Ren around the neck, making him fall over the back of the couch. "Oh! Ooops! Are you okay Ren?"
"Ow! That hurt you stupid girl!" shouted Ren, rubbing his head. "Watch where you're going!"
"What happens now that we're married?" Lost asked, jumping over the couch an hugging Ren again. Ren shrugged her off and frowned.
"Nothing! Everything just continues as normal. Except now you're my wife and I'm your husband," he told her. "Got that?"
"Wait…so I'm your husband?" Lost asked, confused as to what Ren had just said.
"No!" Ren sighed, shaking his head. "At least pay attention! You're my wife! Wife! I'm your husband."
"Oh! I get it!" Lost nodded, smiling widely. "What now?"
"Now we go back to sleep," Ren told her. "I'm tired, and your stupid dreams keep making me lose sleep."
"Hey Ren…?" Lost asked as Ren got up, brushing dust off his pants.
"What?"
"Can you sleep with me tonight?" Lost asked. Ren had gotten all too used to this question and sighed, aggravated.
"Whatever," he said. Lost cheered and grabbed Ren's arm, leading him over to the couch. "Hey! Watch it!"
"Goodnight Ren!" Lost cooed as she snuggled up next to him on the couch under the blanket. Ren sighed, all too used to Lost's affections. As she drifted off to sleep, he looked over at her.
Lost was quite an odd creature. The fact she wasn't a true human at heart, the fact that she couldn't remember her past, the fact that she was a murderer for a reason that her mind had chosen to hide from her. There were so many secrets to Lost, and yet she had such a simple mind.
"Lost?" Ren asked. Lost didn't answer. "You asleep?" Again, Lost said nothing. Ren slowly lowered his head onto Lost's and gave a her a soft kiss. "There," he told her as he pulled back. "As far as anyone knows, that never happened."
With that, the Chinese Shaman drifted off to sleep. Bason poked his head out of Ren's room and gave a soft smile. "Goodnight, Master Ren. My lips are sealed."
"Ren! Time for breakfast!" Ren opened one of his eyes tiredly to see Lost in the kitchen quickly cooking some newly bought eggs. She was wearing a new dress of Jun's: a white one with a pink pattern on it. Lost scooped the eggs onto a plate and put some rice on the side of the plate. Ren got up and walked over to the table as Lost served him the food. "There you go! Eat up!"
"When did you get up?" Ren asked, stuffing a bit of rice in his mouth.
"When the sun rose!" Lost told him, smiling. "I wanted to cook breakfast for my new husband!" She giggled and gave Ren a kiss on the cheek. He did his best to wipe it off, then returned to his breakfast.
"You should have slept in," Ren told her. "You were tired, remember?"
"I'm fine!" Lost told him, smiling widely.
"Anymore dreams?" he asked, drinking the milk that Lost had put next to him.
"No," she shook her head, growing a little less perky. "Nothing. I slept fine for the rest of the night."
"Good," said Ren gruffly. "Just forget about all of them. Xavier, Alphonse, Genevieve. Not worth your time."
"Guess not," Lost smiled, walking over to Ren. She hugged him around the neck, making him blush, and put her head on his shoulder. "I'll be fine Ren…as long as I'm with you. I don't care if I never find out my past."
Ren grimaced. "I guess not. It doesn't matter much, does it?"
"Right!" Lost smiled, running into the Living room and jumping over the couch to land in it. She turned around and smiled at her newly wed husband. "Who needs to know what happened in the past anyway? I've got a really great future ahead of me!"
Ren stood up and walked over to Lost. He put his hand on her head and nodded. "That's right. Looking at the past is pointless and a waste of time. You have to keep going forward if you want to accomplish anything."
Ren paused, then looked out of the window. "Memories…are a waste of time."
"Sorry Monsieur, but I beg to differ."
Ren and Lost froze as they heard a foreign voice call to them from the Kitchen they had just been in. The two turned around to see none other then the man that had invaded their nights and their fears.
It was the man in the fedora.
"Not bad," the man said, smacking his lips. Ren looked down to see the man had been eating the remainder of the food on the plate. "You cook just like you used to at home," he grinned towards Lost.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Ren asked, trying to regain his composure. "Get out of here. How did you get in here?"
"No need to be so inhospitable," the man shrugged, grinning evilly. "I just came here to get my flower and leave."
"You mean Lost," Ren snapped. "No way am I letting you get Lost!"
"I've been meaning to ask you," the man frowned. "Why the heck are you calling her 'Lost'? What a stupid name."
"None of your business," Ren snapped. "Now go, before I kill you."
"Our last encounter didn't prove in your favor, did it?" the man smirked. Ren flinched, then grasped Lost's shoulder.
"Lost…go into the room at the far right and grab the Kwan Dao on the pedestal," he whispered to her.
"What about your other one?" Lost asked.
"A collapsible is too weak," he told her. "I'll need my full-fledged weapon."
"Go and get your weapon," the man called to Ren. "The collapsible one is too flimsy for a fight against me." Ren grimaced as Lost ran off towards the room he had directed her to. "If you just handed over the flower, then I would kill you quietly and leave. No need to make a big fuss."
"If you're going to kill me, why are you still dressed up like that?" Ren asked, motioning to the man's fedora and trenchcoat. "After all, you shouldn't be worried about me seeing your face if I'm going to die."
The man paused and grinned. "You have a point, monsieur! This stuff was getting heavy anyway!"
With that, the man quickly shed the coat and discarded the hat. Ren looked to see the same face as he had seen a few nights before. Navy gray hair that was messy and stuck out at odd ends. Hazel eyes that looked dark and angry. High cheekbones and an age around Ren's.
The young man was wearing a pale yellow vest with navy trimming and navy baggy pants with a drawstring across the waist. His chest was bare, and Ren saw that the young man was extremely muscular. He wore black boots and his hands were covered with the same navy fingerless gloves as before. He shook his head and smiled. "Whoo! Good to be out of that get-up!"
"Ren! Your spear thingy!" Lost's voice called as she ran into the room with the Kwan Dao, Bason behind her, ready to integrate with the spear. Lost gave it Ren and he nodded to her.
"Lost, stand back, okay?" he told her. "This might get dangerous." Lost obliged him, running to the back of the room. Ren then turned to Bason. "Bason, are you ready?"
"Yes Master Ren," Bason nodded. "Let me assure to you the death of this man."
"Good to know," Ren frowned. "But he's mine to kill."
"Who the heck are you talking to?" the man asked, quirking an eyebrow. "You gone crazy or something?"
"I wouldn't expect someone like you to be able to see ghosts," Ren spat. "Lost, be careful. The battle's about to begin."
The man looked over at Lost and grinned. "Hey there little flower. Just wait a sec, okay? I'll be taking you back home soon enough."
Lost hid behind a table, afraid of the man.
"Enough!" Ren snapped, pulling out his Kwan Dao and pointing it straight at the man. "Let's go! BASON!" He screamed, raising the Kwan Dao into the air. "INTEGRATE WITH YOUR BLADE!"
Bason wasted no time in rushing into the Kwan Dao and integrating with the blade. The weapon was now at full power, and a radiating energy began to form around Ren and the blade. The young man looked slightly impressed.
"Funny…you powered up your weapon somehow," he told Ren. "But I can do that too!" He held up his right fist and energy started to gather around it. Ren gritted his teeth as the man's fist began to glow.
"I think that before we begin, introductions are in order!" the man told Ren. "I know your name, Tao Ren, but I don't think you're aware of who I am!"
"No!" Ren told the man. "Enlighten me!"
"I'm more then pleased to introduce myself," the man smirked, bowing low. "Xavier Lumiere, at your service!"
Lost gasped and Ren's eyes widened. "Xa-Xavier?" Lost asked, her mouth open wide. "As in…the boy in my dream?"
"Ahh, I see you know of me little flower!" Xavier laughed. "If I were you, I'd be worrying less about me and more about saying goodbye to your dear little beaux here." His expression grew dark. "Cause I'll be taking you away very soon."
"NEVER!"
Ren slashed his Kwan Dao down, only to have the man block the spear with his arm. He pushed Ren back, and Ren quickly countered with another horizontal slice. Xavier ducked and made a sweeping kick at Ren.
Ren jumped into the air and onto the edge of the couch. Using the couch as a vaulting point, he jumped into the air, the Kwan Dao aimed straight down at Xavier.
With impressive footwork, Xavier stepped to the side just as Ren came crashing down, making a large hole in the floor where Xavier once stood. Xavier threw his arm at Ren and punched him across the room.
"Ren!" Lost cried to Ren as he hit the wall. Ren stood up almost immediately and spat out the blood he had coughed up due to the impact.
"I'm fine!" he shouted, rushing forward again. "But this guy's not going to be in a few seconds!"
Ren threw the Kwan Dao in a flurry of successive blows, all of which Xavier dodged with ease.
'He's so quick!' thought Lost, doing her best not to cry out. 'Even Ren can't get to him!'
"Enough fooling around!" Xavier cackled. The next thing Ren knew, he had a knee in his stomach and had been thrown back.
"Ren! Oh no!" Lost shouted.
"Stay where you are, Lost!" Ren commanded, standing up and rubbing his abdomen. "I'm fine! I was just caught off guard!"
"Enough of this…" Xavier yawned, making Ren's temple throb. "You're boring me. I haven't even had to use my trump card in this fight."
Ren smirked, an air of confidence around him. "The same could be said for me."
"Huh?" Xavier looked over at Ren, surprised, then laughed. "Please! You've got no chance! I'm the strongest of the two of us, and the winner in a fight is always the strongest!"
"You'd better say lines like that for when you're the winner!" Ren shouted, rushing forward again with Kwan Dao. "LIAN SLICE!" Ren threw the Kwan Dao around his shoulder, hitting Xavier across the shoulder. Xavier hardly flinched.
"You call that an attack? Please!" Xavier laughed. "That tickled!"
"That wasn't the attack…" Ren whispered, grinning.
"Huh?" Xavier asked.
"Eat this!" Ren jumped into the air and, catching Xavier off guard, captured his neck in his legs and flipped him over onto the ground. Xavier coughed up blood and his eyes widened as the impact hit him. "Hah! Now who's the loser?"
"Fine…" Xavier smirked, getting up. "I underestimated you. It won't happen again."
"You're right," Ren said slowly, bringing his Kwan Dao back. "It won't. Because I'm going to end this fight right now."
'What does he mean?' Lost thought, staring at Ren. 'Is Ren planning to finish off Xavier with the next attack?'
"So you're going to try to kill me with this next blow?" Xavier asked, laughing. "Please! Just try!"
"You'll be sorry you ever invited me," Ren grimaced, grabbing his Kwan Dao. "Ready, Bason?"
"Yes, Master Ren," Bason nodded.
"Then let's do this!" Ren screamed and rose into the air, golden energy gathering around him. "PREPARE TO DIE!" Ren readied the attack, his golden eyes shining with ferocity. "GOLDEN VORPAL DANCE!"
Xavier's eyes widened as Ren came at him with the powerful attack. For a second, he actually looked frightened. "You'll need more than that," Xavier cried, "to beat me!" With that, he lifted up his right fist to use as a shield!
"Idiot!" Ren called, cackling. "Your hand will be cut clear off your wrist!"
But there was no time to say anything else. Ren's Kwan Dao connected with Xavier's fist and the two powers collided in a way that no one could have ever expected.
"Oh my gosh!" Lost shouted. "H-His hand!"
Ren's Kwan Dao had hit Xavier's fist as if it had hit a five inch thick steel shield. Ren bounced off with such force that he flew into the ceiling and back onto the ground. Xavier, however, looked completely unphased.
"Damn," Xavier muttered, looking at his hand. On further inspection, one could see that the glove he wore was in tatters and a small cut the size of a paper cut was starting to form. "You ruined my favorite pair of gloves. Oh well. I'll make you pay for them with your head."
With that, Xavier stripped the glove off his hand and showed it off to Ren and Lost. Both of their jaws fell open as they saw what was tattooed on that fist.
It was the same mark that was on Lost's back.
"Where did you get that?" Ren asked, struggling to his feet, using his Kwan Dao for support. "Wh-where the hell did you get that?"
"None of your business," Xavier shrugged. "I'm getting bored. It's time I end this."
"No!" Ren shook his head. "There's no way you're getting her! I won't let you take Lost!"
"As I said," Xavier frowned, "I'm getting bored. I'll kill you now, if you don't mind."
"Stop!" Lost screamed, rising to her feet. "Please stop, Xavier!"
"Shut up, flower," Xavier snapped. "I didn't address you, did I?"
"You can't kill him! Please don't kill Ren!" Lost pleaded with him. "Please, I'm begging you!"
"Too late…" Xavier smirked evilly. Energy began to gather around his tattooed fist and his other hand clenched as wind began to encircle them. "Sorry, but your boyfriend's about to die!"
"Lost, RUN!" Ren screamed to her. "Just get out here!"
"No! I can't leave you!" Lost cried, tears rolling down her face.
"JUST RUN DAMMIT!" Ren shrieked, unable to move. His legs were paralyzed from the pain he felt inside of him. "Just go!"
"TOO LATE!" Xavier cackled. "Say GOODBYE!" He drew his fist back and screamed: "LUMIERE FIST!"
As the fist connected with Ren's stomach, Ren vomited at least of blood and flew back, making a deep depression in the wall. Lost screamed as Ren fell to the ground, out cold or worse…
"Come," Xavier commanded her. "He's dead. No way he could have survived that punch."
"Y-You killed him!" Lost screamed, crying. "How could you? You're just a blood thirsty killer!"
"Sorry!" Xavier growled, his teeth gritted. Lost looked at him to see that rage was billowing behind his eyes. "I'm afraid that title belongs to you!"
"…Who are you…?" Lost asked, narrowing her eyes, tears still spilling from them. "Who am I…?"
Xavier paused, looked at Ren, then back at Lost and gave a wide smirk. He strode up to her and grabbed her wrist. "How sad…" he shook his head. "Don't even remember dear elder brother?"
"Wha--?" Lost started, only to be cut off by Xavier giving her a chop to the neck, making her go unconscious in his arms. Xavier promptly saddled her on his back and moved towards the door.
"Come along, flower," he smirked. "Come along, Marguerite."
"Dammit…dammit…" Ren cursed as he lay there in a pool of his own blood. He had woken up at least eight hours later, his ribs still broken and his face still covered with blood. He had been unable to move for the past hour or so, and the sun was already setting. "…Lost…"
"Master Ren!" Bason hovered over his Master. "Are you all right, Master Ren?"
"Do I look all right, idiot?" Ren snapped, only to cough up more blood.
"Don't talk Master Ren! We can integrate and I'll get you cleaned up!"
"Fool…you think I can integrate in this condition?" he asked grimly. "Nah…I'll be fine in a few hours."
"What…do you plan to do then?" Bason asked. "Master?"
"Go after Lost of course," Ren spat. "What else is there to do?"
"But you don't know where she's headed," Bason told him. "Lady Lost could be halfway around the world!"
"No…but I know which house she's going to…" he told Bason. "One with a grave…and one with unkempt grass."
"H-How do you know?" Bason asked him.
"Call it a hunch…" Ren murmured. "It isn't far…I think."
"I shall wait for you to regain your strength Master Ren," said Bason. "But…that Xavier was extremely strong. Do you really think you can defeat him?"
"Of course I can, fool!" he snapped, making Bason flinch. Ren grimaced and then looked at the ground. "But…I'm going to need help."
"What kind of help, Master Ren?" Bason asked, his eyes wide.
"…There's only person who could be of any assistance…" Ren muttered bitterly. "And…although I hate to admit it…he can help me find Lost."
"One person?" Bason asked. "Y-You couldn't mean…?"
"I do, Bason," Ren grimaced. "As much as I hate to do it…I need to find Asakura."
The End of the Chapter! Did you enjoy? I hope the fight scene wasn't too sucky… Anyway, as you can probably all guess, Yoh is joining the fight next time along with Horo and Manta! So please look forward to it!
Until then,
Ciao for now!
-Sammy