AN: WARNING, things go down with Hollow and Pocket that some won't like. If you're offended by sexual scenes, move straight to the next chapter.

Chapter 6 – Only Love

"Why the hell are you two so late?" Demanded Gubiak, scowling.
"Sir, I was running him through the basics," Explained Fluke, "Also something else occurred," he glanced at Pocket.
Hollow spotted Rage. He walked over to him and asked, "How are you?" He spotted the weapon on his back. Instead of blue the gem in the barrel was a blood red. He also had a new steel staff with the same red stone. He was also wearing the chest plate and had two small but wide daggers sheaved on a bandolier. Hollow assumed they'd be red as well.
"Yeah, I'm fine. These are really cool, huh? You see the ruby on this staff? It provides me with energy so I don't have to use my own. Pretty cool, right?" He replied. He was talking fast.
Good, he's his usual self, Hollow thought. "Yeah, brilliant," he replied.
"If you're done, Hollow? I'd like to talk about the plan," Gubiak said. He had menace in his voice.
"Yes, of course… Sir," He replied.
Gubiak cleared his throat and announced, "Evanz has found out how to permanently stop the age of dark." The room was filled with gasps. Hollow as silent. The last time he attempted to end it all, he'd lost something incredibly dear to him. He lost the original Solaire. Not only that but he had had to kill him himself.
"No. I'm not trying again. Not now. Not ever," Hollow said, stubborn as a squirrel.
"Hollow, you have to try. You've risked your immortality before in a worse condition than you are in now and look at you. The whole point of the gubbs that we gave you is because we thought it would help you feel safer. We could have the Elf made a set as well, if that would help."
"What? No. If I have to do this it's going to be me. Or me and Rage. I won't have anyone else put in the line of fire," Hollow replied, even more determined to convince him to just prevent it once more. "Hollow. I'm an Elf, remember. I may not be as strong as you but I'm stronger than most. Trust me," She put on a face that told him she wouldn't back down. Not only that but she understood now from what he said that he knew. No use hiding it now, she thought. "For me?," She said. Nothing but silence followed. They all were wide-eyed. Except for Gubiak who held his head in his hands. Facepalming, as it was known. Hollow's eyes were the widest. Everyone caught on.
"I – I – I – God dammit, Fine! If that's what you want. But there better be more armour for everyone, and not this flimsy metal!" He punctuated this by taking the plate off and punching a hole right through it. He threw the remains on the ground and marched out. What do I do? He thought. I'll train with the new weaponry to take my mind off of things, he decided.

Hollow reached the yard. He dragged a target dummy over to the middle. he pulled the sword out of its scabbard. He widened his stance and gripped the hilt with both hands. He swung gently at the practise dummy to find that the blade was so sharp and well-made that it whistled through the air even with the littlest of effort. A resistance when he hit the target but other than that the weapon sailed through the dummy. It remained upright for half a second and then one half, soon followed by the other, fell to the ground.
"Woah, that's cool," Hollow said. A red hue was left in both halves.
He pulled some more dummies up. Using one stance and method after the other, a jab here, an uppercut there. All of the dummies were ruined save three. He decided to try the fire-arms, as Fluke generalised the weapons as. He fired at one with the lowest power setting, and fired one. It left a large scorch mark and a molten, sizzling patch on the plastic target. He fired both at once at the same target. It carved the patch inward but otherwise gave no discernable reaction. He dialled up the power to the middle setting. The beams, this time, carved two perfectly round holes in the fake. He dialled it up one more time just to see what happened. He only used one pistol. He braced himself for the incredible kick that would surely come. He fired. The weapon didn't fly about as he'd anticipated, although the beam, massive in size, completely cleaved the top half off of the remaining dummy and cracked the wall behind.
"Damn. Let's not use that until something massive comes along," Hollow said to himself, in awe.
"I hope you like them. It's my magic," the voice behind him made him jump and nearly burn a hole in his foot when he dropped one of his fire-arms. It was Pocket.
"Yeah. They're brilliant," He replied. Hollow scuffed the ground with his boot. She walked closer to him.
"You don't have to be scared of me," she reassured. Pocket lifted his chin when his head dropped as he stared at the ground awkwardly. She looked straight into his eyes and said, "You still owe me that fight," and she offered the hilt of one of the practise swords.
"So, I do," he replied and took the blade. Her fingers brushed his. They felt so brittle, yet so strong.
He readied himself by lowering his centre of mass and cracking the bones in his knuckles. She struck first with surprising strength. Not strong enough, as he parried the blow and riposted and moved himself in a way that made him look like he was going to strike downward but instead he jabbed at her ribs. Pocket frantically tried to block the strike but was too slow. The weapon knocked the wind out of her. Hollow's smile of triumph turned to a grimace of self-hate when she fell to the ground like a sack of perfect potatoes. He dashed over trying to help but was cut off when she leapt into the air somersaulting over his head and planting her feet in his hips, wrapping her arm around his chest and holding her sword at his neck. He was surprised that he could barely feel her weight and wasn't unbalanced at all.
Flabbergasted, Hollow said, even though his breathing was constricted by the tight grip of Pocket's arm," Damn, you got me. I should've seen that coming. I'm more out of practise with those with better minds than soldiers." It was the truth.
She whispered into his ear," How about you come with me and we'll test other things." Hollow was astounded that she was ready to move on so quickly. She'd already started slinking away by the time he'd put all the destroyed targets in one pile. Following close behind he touched her hand, inviting her to hold it. Instead she grabbed his fore arm and span herself around, leaping into his arms. She leaned in, holding his muscled arms, and kissed him. It was a small spark at first. Lips barely touching. Then when Hollow kissed back the spark was blown into an inferno of emotion. His hands on her shoulder and waist. Hers combing through his light brown hair. It was the best thing Hollow had ever felt. Her lips tasted like pure, like unadulterated love. Pocket groaned.
Hollow pulled back, asking, "Did I hurt you?" with a worried look on his face.
Pocket giggled and replied, "Oh, god no," and pulled him back.
She removed one hand from his head to open the door that behind her.

4th wall break incoming!; You know what happens next. *wink wink* *nudge nudge*