Chapter 5- Revelation

Loki rubbed his neck as he walked through the halls of the headquarters of the Assassin Cross. Only one question was brought up in his head, "Why couldn't he remember anything?" He narrowed his eyes as he struggled to gain a least a small glimpse of what he had for breakfast the day before, but even that failed.

Night was beginning to fall. It felt like he had been here for months, surprisingly. He was reunited with his comrades, still being his unemotional self. Little before in the afternoon, he received a note to meet someone at his room. His silent footsteps furthered along the hall. His arms crossed. He arrived to the destination, his room. The door opened before he could at least rest a finger on it, revealing Taulin standing in front of his bed. Her head scarf was taken off, revealing all of her face.

"Um, Master Loki, I didn't mean to intrude…"

She was nervously looking at her shoes as a deep scarlet blush crept onto her cheeks. Loki raised an eyebrow at the anxious female assassin. His arms were set by his sides. His gaze was staring straight at her, giving her his full attention.

"Um, I love you…"

She run to him and hugging him. The skillful assassin was appeared wide-eyed. "Uh…" he responded as he was found dumbfounded. A pain surged through his heart. What is this? Taulin looked up at him. He just stood there. He was soon leaded to the front of his bed. She kissed him on the cheek. Her kiss was sweet smelling but somehow it burned. She closed in for a kiss on his lips…until he pushed her away. "I'm sorry, Taulin. You are only an ally to me. I'm sorry," he quickly explained.

"Is there someone else?"

Her voice became a sudden deformed low voice. Her appearance was as if she melting like she was clay or mud. Loki took a step back. "I…I…I," he stuttered as her clay form was surrounding his body, "Y-Yes."

"Who?"

The warped voice shouted with anger as the clay-like form wrapped his legs together. It was like a test or just a horrific nightmare. "It's…" he responded as the earth was swallowing up his lower half of his body quickly, "IT'S FENRIS…FENRIS FENRIR?" Finally, the clay began to steam as it retreated into the shadows where the setting had faded away as though Loki was fire and he was burning the clay-like monster. Soon everything else began to fade out for him.

Chaos cried as he had just experienced a nightmare. The small boy crawled into his mother's bed as she welcomed him with a hug. Her soft pale hands wiped away the warm tears. He rested upon his mother's lap as she shushed him to sleep. His nightmare was about him in an adult form, wandering around with other three companions across an empty battleground. The only words from the nightmare were, "I still can't remember my past, but I have created my own memories and I will cherish them always."

"It's alright. Don't worry. I'm here."

He snuggled against his mother. Though his thought was still on the nightmare, he closed his eyes. He was far from slumber as he thought through the night for awhile. Suddenly flashes of his reality overwhelmed him as he received a headache. Flashes of more of Iris and his other two friends overcame his mind. His small body pulled out of his mother's reach and onto the ground where he kneeled. His mother came, kneeling beside him.

"What's wrong, little one?"

Chaos pulled away from her reach, again. But she just kept holding him in her arms. She kept shushing him so he would sleep. Unfortunately, the effort of doing so was futile.

"Don't worry. I'm here. I love you."

He pulled away yet again as the flashes were prolonged. His mother was waiting for him to return the small phrase, "I love you." She laid a hand his shoulder where soon it felt moist and squishy like…clay. He turned to her to see her beautiful face but only to face a molted, dripping creature.

"Say it! SAY IT?"

Chaos shook away from her. "I-I don't love you," he proclaimed as his hands were on his head, "I-I love Iris…and Loki and Fenris." He had admitted his love for Iris though Loki and Fenris were like family. The creature melted away as if it was being washed away by cleansing water and into the darkness. The scenario changed as everything was fading.

Iris was still sitting on the bench. She was still holding Chaos's hands as time passed. Her mind couldn't remember anything but the kiss they had shared. The fragile cleric turned to see Chaos. Her eyes gazed into his and saw nothing just nothing. Huh? It's like he's fake or something. What's…happening?

"We should be going back?"

They both stood up. He leaned for another kiss but Iris took a step back as she removed her hand from his. "I'm sorry," she said as they went back, walking. He just nodded, trying to regain his composure. They arrived to her room where she sat down and Chaos sat in a separate chair.

He stared at her. Iris tried to ignore his look as it still felt false. He sat a hand on her lap as he came closer to her. His eyes still possessed artificialness.

"I love you."

She gasped and returned saying, "You're not the real one." She pushed his hand away as she looked away. He looked bewildered as if it was an act. His hand trembling as it was dripping. She then turned and stared at his leaking hand. Mud, it was mud.

"W-What?"

His voice was deformed. She scooted away from him as he came closer, still dripping. "I love Chaos but YOU'RE NOT HIM?" she yelled at the phony. He was about drown in the material he was made until he began to dry up and blew away as if wind came to her rescue to help her. Her situation was vanishing as she was also.

Fenris and Balder arrived to an inn. They shared the same room. For hours, they had interesting conversation as they were finally reunited. Still the pain deep inside her began to grow deeper. She still smiled, trying to cover it up. It seemed extremely noticeable but Balder just kept talking.

Soon it was night as where they both sat on the bed. It had been so long since she had been with her truly beloved but something was unnatural about this situation. She felt curiosity spread through her mind as if she was suppose to be wondering about other people. She snapped back to reality. Balder was staring at her, smiling.

"I love you, my Goddess Fenrir."

She smiled but the pain shocked her deeper. "Loki," she whispered as she managed to grasp a word…a name that she remembered. She looked away as her hands withdrew from his. An image of Loki sitting on a rock flashed through her mind as she had said his name.

"What?"

"Loki," she answered, "I-I apologize, Balder…but you left me for so long that I have found a new. I'm sorry. Something's not real like it's…" Before she could finish, Balder transformed into a black sludge object as it advanced upon her. She fell upon on the bed as she looked in terror. Her arms blocked her face from it.

"Then, who would you prefer to love?"

The voice, it was so low and rough. It wasn't him. "I love Loki. I love him," she responded as it came over her. It was almost about to engulf her until somewhere light emerged, making the creature fade and whither into something. Soon her background faded out like the others but not in dusk but in light.