Chapter 8: Rubix

Hey, I really need a new chapter! It's hard to figure out what to do with Sasha now because… Sasha has emotions now! I had heckuv writer's block for EVERS! I still don't have anything good, but here's the next chapter!

New disclaimer: I don't own anything made by the company that makes rubix cubes.

-remember that Sasha is dealing with the kind of emotions he hasn't felt since he was a little kid. Assuming that he's in his early to mid thirties, he's going to be really different from the Sasha who originally attracted fangirls-

Sasha: What was HAPPENING to him! It was like… he was having all of these bursts of emotion, and there was no way to control them. It was like some of his classmates when he was in middle school. But… He was thirty-two! He was over twice that age! What the heck was up!

Milla: Sasha was still acting oddly. She knew he'd get over it. It was just the emotions. His cube was becoming a bunch of cubes, and he wasn't making as much action to combine them. She'd noticed that he'd been doing a lot of rubix cubes lately. Then he swore at them and gave up. She was kind of bored of dealing with a teenager, so one day, she went over to talk to him. As per usual, he was slumped on the couch with a rubix cube twisting around in the air in front of him.

"You know, darling, there's an easier way to do those little cubes."

"Yes? And what way would that be?"

"The way with the screwdriver. See, darling…" she took a screwdriver from the air next to her, "you take the screwdriver, and you pry out one of the little corner cubes, then you can take the other cubes out with telekinesis. That way, you can just put them all back in the way you want them."

"Milla, that's called cheating."

"No, darling, it's called getting Sasha back over to his experiments where he wants to be."

sigh "Okay, Milla, if I do it the way you want me to, will you stop bugging me?"

"Yes, Sasha."

"Okay."

The little cubes flew off of the center, mixed themselves around, and clicked back into their slots in the base structure. "Now will you leave me alone?"

"About rubix cubes, yes, darling. But I also want you to know that I'm still here for you, and if you ever want to talk, I know what you're going through, and I went through the same thing when I was in middle school and high school. You were just too closed off, so you're dealing with it now."

"Milla?"

"Yes, darling?"

"I love you, but let's never speak of this again."

"If you like, darling."

She retreated to her own mind; there were things she had to look at on the race. One section attracted more than the usual amount of censors, and she had to know why.

Sasha: Milla cared for him, and it hurt him that he was hurting her. He just couldn't seem to get anything right anymore. Then he though about it. If Milla could mix around a rubix cube and fit it back together… Why couldn't he do the same thing with his mind? Why hadn't he thought of that before? More importantly, why didn't he want to now?

It was too much to think about at once. He went to his experiment table. That would take his mind off of this "emotion" stuff.

Hopefully.

Milla: Floating invisibly behind Sasha, she saw that he was working on his experiments again. That made her happy, because that was the Sasha she loved.

It was who he was going to be once he was able to control his emotions.

She knew that she had given him a way to.

She just didn't know if he was going to use it.

From the activity in his head, she could tell that he was using the rubix cube method.

Now, she had to look at her mind and the censor buildup in the tunnel of the race.

To Violetwitch: It took me awhile, but thanks for reading my fanfic! Sorry I didn't comment on your review, especially since I asked you to! I don't think I was thinking too well that day, then I looked at the author of Cursed while I was reading it, and I remembered that you'd reviewed it. Sorry!