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Beginnings
By Neko-chan the Mewse
7/21/09

Ion knew he was a rather laid back personality. Perhaps it was because he only had two—almost three—years of experience among mortals. He was far more forgiving than anyone other than Luke.

Sometimes, he wondered if this forgiveness was a good quality.

"Shut up! I don't wanna hear it! I don't even understand how in Yulia's name you managed to drag me into this!"

Ion flinched as Sync continued to yell at him but nonetheless continued to trail along the beach after his volatile partner. It could be worse, Ion supposed. At least Sync did his job. He just thought they could do their job better if they worked together. "But I—"

"I said shut up!"

Four centuries was a long time to have someone angry at you. It was even worse when you spent the entire time in their company. "Can't we work together?" Ion pleaded.

Sync practically growled at him. "I don't want to work with you. Leave me alone."

"You leave him alone!" Anise came out of nowhere and gave Sync a whack to the head, hopping out of his range when he tried to retaliate. After watching Sync abuse Ion's kindness for several centuries, Anise had had enough. Ion was no longer Fon Master and she was no longer his guardian, but she was still just as protective. Besides, she had never really liked Sync. "Ion's been super nice to you and all you've done is spit in his face! He saved you from dying, you ingrate!"

Ion gave Anise the closest thing he had to a glare. "Anise, I can handle this!"

Sync snorted. "I doubt you could handle anything."

Four centuries was indeed a very long time. Ion was a forgiving personality and maybe he could have gone his whole mortal life without losing his temper, but he had lived far longer than any mortal life possible and a temper tantrum was definitely overdue. Without even hesitating, Ion thrust his hand towards the nearby ocean and directed a large amount of water on top of Sync. "I don't want to hear another word out of you, you jerk." Ion hissed in a low, venomous voice before whirling around and marching off in the direction they had come from.

Anise and Sync stared at Ion in shock and fascination. Neither had ever dreamed of seeing Ion lose his temper. Sync was the first to snap out of it with a laugh. Anise then stared at Sync in confusion as he continued to laugh hysterically. "Uh, Sync…?"

Sync waved off her concern. "No, it's nothing. I was beginning to think he didn't have a temper!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Anise held her hands up in the time out signal. "Are you telling me that you made him angry on purpose?"

"No, I didn't actually mean to," Sync began trailing after Ion and Anise quickly jogged after him. "But I think he's interesting. That was quite the blow up." Anise slowed to a stop when Ion came into sight, but Sync went right up to Ion. "Hey, Ion, wait!"

Ion only sped up, his lips tight in a disapproving line. He was forced to a stop when Sync ran right in front of him. "What do you want?" Ion sneered. "I don't even know why I offered to make you my partner. We don't even work together!"

"So let's change that. I was under the assumption that you didn't have a backbone and I hate people like that. I'm Sync the Tempest, pleasure to be working with you." Sync offered his hand to Ion who was still frowning.

Ion examined Sync for a moment, trying to gauge how sincere the other actually was. Finally, Ion broke into a breathtakingly large smile, his eyes lighting up as he shook Sync's hand. "I'm Ion and it's a pleasure to be doing business."