Chrono Trigger is not mine. Rather fun scene later in this chapter, I like Janus.
That night Lyn discovered what a dildo was, and just how one was used. That was the first time she realized that she and Flea really were having sex. So women could enjoy sex, and men weren't needed. She didn't know what to think about that.
Again Lyn was woken and hurried out of the room with barely time to dress. She briefly thought about the necklace, but realized she hadn't even seen it in the room. When they reached the circle, the expected round of magical attacks began, and Lyn had to admit it felt good to respond in kind. She was so focused in the fight, she forgot to pay attention to her energy level. Trying to cast the ice spell, it fizzled, a few small shards of frozen water forming and falling to the ground about Lyn's feet. Flea laughed and used Lyn's distraction, casting a spell that knocked the Human out of the ring.
"Stupid, girl. You're helpless now," Flea said, striding over. "You let yourself run out of magic. You didn't even think of pacing yourself, did you?"
Lyn looked up from the floor. Flea loomed over her, a twisted smile on the hard, delicate face. "I… no, Mistress."
"Up. Back in the circle. You ran out of magic, but it's hardly my fault," the first two sentences were short and clipped, but Flea was practically purring the last one, and Lyn knew she was really in trouble.
The next session was brutal. With no energy for a spell or even a tech, Lyn was reduced to dodging. She couldn't heal from the fire spells that did connect, and every time she directly attacked, Flea would calmly counter.
When the blue Imp walked in and Flea stopped her battering assault, Lyn numbly slumped to the floor. She stared in exhausted fascination as her Mistress spoke to the Imp. The Imp scurried off, and Flea stalked toward Lyn, looking furious.
"On your feet, girl!" Flea snapped. Lyn obeyed as fast as she was able to, staggering to her feet and swaying from the pain. She fully expected Flea to start casting again, but the Mazoku merely nodded and walked away, motioning for Lyn to follow.
As they walked through the castle again, Lyn thought she recognized some of the tapestries. She wasn't sure, and she hurt too much to really care, but if she had to guess, she would say they were going to Slash's rooms again. A few more moments proved her right, as once again Flea stopped by a door and knocked.
"What the…" Slash opened the door, looked around, and sighed. "Again?"
"Well, you know I can't take her with me, love," Flea purred.
Slash didn't bother arguing any further, opening the door and stepping out of the way. Lyn hobbled in, and Flea left. "Quite a change," Slash observed, looking at Lyn.
Lyn looked at the violet Mazoku with an odd sort of helplessness in her red eyes. "I know, sir," she said quietly.
"You can't heal yourself?" he asked, opening the dojo door.
"I… have no… magic left, sir," she answered reluctantly, not wanting to say the word.
Janus looked up as the pair came in. "Pretty as always I see, Lyn," he commented. The bruised girl answered with a gesture he assumed was meant to be rude.
"I need to talk to Tihl," Slash said. "Don't kill each other." With that last, off hand command, the swordsman floated out of the room, leaving Lyn and Janus looking at each other.
Lyn broke the silence, a desperate edge to her quiet question. "You do magic?"
Deciding it was a question and not a request for a demonstration, Janus nodded, "Yes. I've been able to cast magic since I was a child."
"But you Human?"
Janus sighed and bushed some hair behind his ear. "I've already told you that."
"My…" Lyn stopped and swallowed, then forced herself to continue. "My… spell… it does not make me not… Human?"
That caught Janus' interest, and he gave Lyn his full attention, looking at her intensely with teal eyes. "You have a spell?"
"I… Fl- Mistress Flea. Attacked me in the kisch circle. I dodged, and healed… Words came to me. When I say them… Ice forms. It flies… to what I aim at. And the kisch was glowing huelin." Lyn looked up, red eyes begging Janus for… something.
Janus pulled a green glass vial from a pocket, looking at Lyn measuringly. "If you tell anyone I have this, I will have to kill you."
She didn't doubt him, reading that same deadly seriousness that she had seen in Slash and Flea, and even Esaku and Ethrurrion. His statement wasn't meant as a threat, merely a promise. "I… won't. What… is that?"
"An ether," Janus answered, giving it to her. "It will restore a portion of your magic."
"A slave has this?" Lyn asked, looking at Janus curiously.
Thin lips quirked up in a smile, and Janus shook his head. "I… borrowed it from the Maou. Now drink, I want to see your spell."
Lyn returned the smile, glad to be taken into Janus' confidence. Opening the bottle, she drank the contents, wincing slightly at the medicinal taste, catching hints of flavor that she remembered from the stew in the fort. She gasped in surprise as her energy was renewed, the feeling reminding her of the pleasure she felt with her Mistress in bed. "What… should I aim at?"
"Me," Janus replied as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Nodding slowly, Lyn started her chant, the unknown words flowing smoothly. She paused before the last word to look at Janus, who gave her a cocky smirk. With a brief smile of her own, Lyn finished the spell, sending the ice towards the blue-haired boy.
Janus didn't even try to dodge, letting the ice pierce him. He stumbled back slightly with the impact, and then Lyn sent her tech at him, the healing energies fixing both flesh and clothing. "Not bad," he admitted as the healing faded. "You weren't taught that spell? It came on it's own?" At Lyn's affirmative nod, Janus continued speaking, "That would explain why your syntax and grammar is better than any spellcaster I've heard here. If anything more comes, let it flow, don't fight it. Do you know the name of the spell?"
"You… understand the chant?" Lyn asked, using some of her remaining energy to heal herself.
"Spells use my native language. That's why the Mazoku react funny when I curse them out," Janus said with a vicious grin. "That spell, what you just cast, it's Ice. Well, obviously."
"What… do I say?" Lyn wondered.
Janus thought for just a moment, then translated, "'Azure shards freezing, ice.' Although you don't really have to say that, or say anything. It's just a memory device. Like your tech, I would imagine, it's the mental patterns that are important, not the words."
"So… I could… cast in Zenese?" Lyn said.
"Yes, you could," Janus agreed, though he had to guess at the last word. "But enough about that. You wondered… if you were Human? You are, if you want to be. Personally, I would give more thought to leaving that behind."
Lyn recoiled from Janus at the mere suggestion. "Leave… But… my mother! My race!"
Janus shrugged one shoulder fluidly. "Your call."
And we see Janus beginning to guide Lyn down the path he wants... or at least he's trying to! Will he succeed? Review!