At last, here is the long awaited sixth chapter of the Crackpot Cafe. Man, its been a long time...
Kara Metallium !
Chapter Six--Cold, Warm, Empty
Filia woke up shivering in a cold sweat. She tried to rise up, but was held back by something. She turned and saw Xellos's body bathed in moonlight. She looked more closely and saw a glint of amethyst.
"What is it Filia?" his velvety voice asked, causing ripples in the silence of the night. She shivered from head to toe and whimpered.
"Cold." One word and a moment later Filia found herself whisked back under the covers pulled tightly against his warm body. She trembled against his hard warm body, but eventually she succumbed to the warmth and fell back asleep against him
Warm…was Filia's first thought as she achieved consciousness the next morning. She laid there enjoying the warmth and then as her mind slowly woke up more she attempted to open her eyes. This succeeded in her immediately shutting them. Bright. With a little more coaxing of adjusting her eyes to the light the image of her room came into view as did the very bright window that the sun filtered through. A slight breeze blew the gauzy white curtains. She moved a little bit and attempted to sit up but an arm quickly wrapped around her and brought her back to bed. Xellos? She questioned.
She turned around in its grasp and faced the mazoku. Shiny purple hair gleamed in the light and his face looked utterly calm. She was fascinated staring at his, what seemed to be sleeping, expressionless face. Filia considered for a moment that it was merely all an act, due to the arm earlier; however, that did not stop her from lifting her hand and carefully tracing her fingers over his face. She started at the eyebrows and traced their outlines, and then down the bridge of his nose. She brushed his hair back from his face and ran her finger through the fine silky hair, only for his short hair fall in his face again. Her index finger traced his warm soft lips once, then twice, and at the third time mouth opened and took her finger inside. Gently sucking on it his luminous eyes opened and stared directly into hers. Filia heard herself take in a sharp breath.
He was beautiful. There was no denying. Days ago Filia had thought she didn't have a chance in hell with Xellos, and yet here he was. Impulsively she had tried to provoke him, and she had succeeded. She, a former priestess of the fire dragon king, had managed to seduce and bed a top ranking mazoku in just a handful of days. Filia had no finesse with men, never had. She was headstrong, self-righteous, and any male that had even attempted to get past that strong exterior had his ass kicked with her strong devotion to her god and commitment to virginity. And now, a dragoness that had maintained abstinence for nearly three hundred years was in the bed of not a dragon, not a human, but a mazoku of all beings. Filia was not sure how this had happened, but indeed it had. And she had fallen deeply for the dark mazoku. There was nothing in the world that could tear her away from him at this point. Nothing.
Which is why, with those amethyst eyes looking into hers, Filia felt her eyes become wet and her lower lip trembled. His eyes stared emotionlessly at her, almost fascinated by her emotional display. She wondered why he wasn't doing anything, and felt shame and stupidity for crying in the arms of the most beautiful being she had ever beheld. But those thoughts were followed by a knitting of eyebrows on his part and Xellos brought a hand to her face, cupped it, and wiped away those tears that threatened to flow from her eyes. "Shh…" he murmured softly.
Why is he doing this? Filia asked herself. Her self doubts nagged viciously at her insides. She was nothing special to look at. She was a prudish, stuck-up, rather selfish dragon and no one would ever want to be with her. How could Xellos, who could have anyone he wanted, assuming he wanted someone, choose her? More tears threatened to flow and her throat choked. Xellos brought a finger to her lips and pressed against it. Her eyes shot to his face again.
Beautiful. That one word repeated in her mind a million times in one moment. To her, Xellos was the true embodiment of everything she could hope to ever have. She snuggled into his chest and sobbed, with the mazoku holding her and attempting to quiet her, assuring her that there was no reason to cry.
When Filia had finally calmed down and the odd mazoku/dragon couple had sat down to breakfast, Xellos suddenly got a serious look on his face.
"What is it?" Filia questioned him. He sighed.
"It's Mistress Beastmaster." Filia was startled. Not now! She thought. Her attention snapped back to Xellos at his movement. She saw his bag that he usually wore at his side materialize in his hands. And from it he pulled a smaller bag. She stared curiously as he handed it to her. "I want you to have this," he said quietly handing her the small bag.
She took it in her hands and opened the bag. From it she removed a curious red stone set as a pendant on a silver chain. It looked curiously like the same red jewels on the clasp of his cape and the jewel of his staff. Her eyes flicked to his closed ones questioningly, but he merely smiled.
"Now I must go Filia."
"But when will you be back?"
"When I can." And with that one noncommittal statement, that shook Filia to her unstable emotional core, the dark mazoku disappeared from his seat with the sound that generally accompanied his teleportation. Filia looked at the seat transfixed and when she managed to shake herself from her stupor she put the necklace on around her neck and underneath her clothing next to her heart. It nestled safely between her breasts. She vowed never to take it off. And with that one thought her eyes fell on the chair that the mazoku had occupied only moments before. Filia felt a rush of emotion overtake her, and in one abrupt movement she put her head in her hands and sobbed.