+Hey everyone, How's everyone been? Good i hope. I myself have started getting back on track and in honor of this i have decided to continue on with this story especially since the recent steven bomb came out (and yes i will be using some elements of those to make this better) so anyway Enjoy!

Chapter 7 One heck of a Night

OBSIDIAN

Why does this always happen? For some reason, every time I try and get comfortable anywhere on Homeworld, Labra comes out of nowhere and annihilates any chance of me getting comfortable. Hell, that's probably the only reason I don't ever come home, well that and the ever-increasing number of eyes and ears in the walls. Speaking of which, the two black pearls who are following me out of the dining room have also been watching me as if I'm about to ignite with the intensity of an erupting volcano. Their eyes just continuously staring into my center back as if they are expecting a creature to burst from it, and it is really starting to tick me off. Quickly I turn on my heels, causing the two pearls to collide with my stomach and sending them in a slight daze. "You know it is not polite to stare. Especially considering staring at the wrong gem could cause your lifespan to drop!" I stand there letting my message sink into their heads. The looks on their faces are just priceless, seriously I should get these on camera. I don't know how but these pearls have both fear, intimidated and something else, something I haven't seen since… a minute goes by before they snap back to reality, bow, and take off at Mach speed away down the hallway, leaving me all by my lonesome with only my thoughts for company. It's been a long time since I was on my old stomping grounds, and I really hope Labra and Zircon haven't been too busy changing the place. Now that I am alone I should do a little investigating; quickly I race down the hall passing some of the modern art Zircon just loves to make although not even she knows what each piece is supposed to represent. As my speed increases I begin leaping from wall to wall zooming around corners left and right while trying to avoid both paintings, and the occasional pearl servant who stare in bewilderment at the object that just passed by at near sub sonic speed.

The feeling of maneuvering around and through the corridors of the estate at the speed of a comet is exhilarating; I have probably traversed close to half a mile in 5 minutes, just as I feel something catch on my left foot causing me to tumble head over heels through a cherry red door sending shards of wood around the room. After bouncing off the interior walls about four times my form finally skids to a stop in the middle of the floor. 'Well not one of my best landings but at least I didn't hit anyone' I think to myself as I begin to sit myself upwards, only to be greeted by a fist slamming into my face! "Why?! … Why is it always the face?" I say aloud in an annoyed tone as my vision readjusts. Rising to my feet, the figure that gave my gem another crack in its' already fracturing façade, rises as well before proceeding to berate me for the rude collision. "You worthless piece of gem trash! What gives you the right to smash through my door into my private domicile?!". 'That voice, I haven't been berated and degraded like that in centuries' I think to myself. There is only gem in the entirety of Homeworld that can destroy a gem's self-esteem in 2 milliseconds. I shake my head allowing my mind to reorient as my vision finally comes back into focus. There, standing before me is one of the loveliest gems in all the galaxy, Shade Hiddenite, my betrothed. Even though her back is to me there is no doubt in my mind, she is the only gem I know that can wear black jeans, silver knee high boots and a thin golden v neck while still retaining her refined light blue form. "Well forgive me my lady for the intrusion" I say in a mocking tone "but it is not really your home". At that she turns around in a fit of rage, a blinding white trident materializing in her hands, only to have the middle point stop half an inch from my face as she registers who is standing in front of her. Ours eyes connect; in an instant, she drops the large trident with a large clatter as her hands reach up to cover her mouth. "It can't be!" is all she can say whilst her body just keeps backing up. Her eyes start to water with both shock and joy; before I can move she rushes forward embracing me, her head snuggling into space between my right shoulder and neck. Time seems to slow down as I wrap my arms around her, our forms just standing completely motionless too afraid to let go.

I'm first to break the silence "Shade it's been so long. How have you been?" Barely even moving she lifts her head to face mine before answering "Oh you know Sidney, just partying as always; that and worrying about you.". Her hand cups my mask covered cheek causing a feeling of cold to slip between the mesh. After only a minute Shade separates from the hug to retrieve her trident leaving me standing there awkwardly. I take a quick moment to snap myself out and begin to help straighten her room, which so happens to be so much bigger than the last time I was here. At one time she had the décor designed after the interior of Blue Diamond's palanquin with so many different lights hanging from her ceiling in various hews of blue. Hell, even her bed was a mainly made up of pillows just, so she could pretend to be someone that important, that probably was the softest thing both of us had ever felt. Once the room was cleaned we both sat down on her bed, our arms wrapped around each other afraid to let go; we laid there for hours just talking about what we had been up to since our last time together. Soon she fell asleep in my arms, as I started drifting off myself; the last thing on my mind, how nice it felt to feel her smooth, cold form next to mine. It was perfect … for about ten seconds before the door burst open as an out of breath guard came in saying, "Sir we have a situation near the kitchen".

ALEXANDRITE

Darkness. That's all I can freaking see inside the dining chamber. Since Sid's 'family' left the lights began to fade until I was left sitting at the table by myself. Well at least I still had my food to keep me company; as my eyes quickly adjusted I could see the faint outlines of the table, its contents and a few servants shuffling about in the blackness. Then from my right I heard a few pearls approach as they began lifting the table wear from our spots. Without even thinking I grab onto my plate just as the servant's hand reaches for it sending her flailing back in surprise. Illuminating her gem, she calmly walks back to my seat and pokes me in the face. "Oh my, forgive me ma'm" the pearl says in an apologetic tone "I didn't realize anyone was still here. Please allow me to provide some light for your meal." Without even moving suddenly the area around me and this pearl began to illuminate; I thanked her, returning to my meal but as she stood close I couldn't help but stare at a what looked like a slim silver choker around her neck. Before I could ask her about it however, another servant approached with a large pitcher of water. Filling my glass, she glanced at me, her eyes looking me over from head to toe for a few seconds before realizing she had over filled it sending water spilling onto my plate and drowning my meal. Now I know the old proverb (don't go crying over soggy food) means not to overreact to small accidents but, … it never said you couldn't severely mutilate a gem. In layman terms I am about to rip this pearl a brand spanking new opening in her head. Quickly trying to correct her error she pulled a small icepick from her gem (Must be her personal weapon) froze the water that had not entered the glass but that meant she just froze me to the table. Bowing deeply in apology, I simply shapeshift out of the ice and move a good five feet away from the table before reforming and in the process causing many stares to be sent my way. Before they can try and react I stroll through the closest open door, slamming it behind me. I speed walk down the corridor a good one hundred yards before screaming every curse word that comes to my head in a vain attempt to let the rage out but, this situation is just infuriating. Now the situation at the table isn't what's causing me to lose my cool no, rather it's the entire damn situation. I mean why in the name of Pink Diamond's failure of a gem shard (I got a serious feeling I am going to gem hell for thinking that) didn't Sid tell me he had a family!? I mean we have been on countless missions, slaughtered millions of traitors and of all the things we have talked about in between you'd think a time bomb this big would have come up sooner. But whatever it's not worth wasting breath over but, that's not going to stop from letting out my anger on the absolutely horrid statues that are surrounding me. Materializing my knives, I let the rage I have guide my strikes as I make my way down the hall. Slashes, stabs, and decapitations soon litter the ground, which is honestly a much need improvement considering many of these statues look like a large creature just hurled into liquid nitrogen. Soon though I hear boots thundering behind me, and considering the sheer amount of noise there must be about nine or ten guards barreling toward my location. By this point my rage has pretty much left the building and there would be no logical point in letting out any remaining anger I have on the sentries coming straight for me. But then again, I am far from logical when it comes to anger; as the first of the sentries comes into view I see a halberd in her hands, aimed directly at my gut. Without a second thought I side step her letting the forward momentum carry her forward into my knife. The next two minutes are a blur as the hallway is transformed into a battleground; the sheer amount of devastation I unleashed upon the guards is really gosh damn hard to describe when my senses have pretty much been taken over by rage. As each guard enters to face me they are quickly dispatched; armored bodies clattering to the ground create an almost rhythmic beat while the sound of shredded metal combine with the wails of the injured to create a symphony of chaos. My form dances down the hallways to the song, my partners swaying with every movement of my arms creating streaks of beauty and destruction into all the other dancers. Suddenly I feel a sharp twinge in the back of my neck causing me to fall forward onto the debris laden floor, my brow leaving a small crater indented into the marble. I'm struggling to turn over as I feel the pressure of a boot on the back of my neck, some of the guards must have come from behind me from the opposite end of the hall while I was fighting their comrades. Now this isn't the first time I have been pinned to the floor and it sure as heck, won't be the last probably but this is the first time I have ever gone about an hour without eating while my curse is active. What does all this mean in the grand scheme of things? Well here's the thing, while some of the guards tended to their wounded brethren (those who were still alive), the rest set to work restraining me. They brought standard steel hand and feet cuff restraints which have been made with chain in between. Amid all this commotion my eyes were focused on the hall way, a little way down the corridor I swear I saw what appeared to be a blue wolf shimmering in the shadows, its coat a seemed to glisten event though there were no windows open and its eyes just staring blankly at me. As quick as it appeared it was gone in a blink leaving me in a daze of confusion just as I feel my eye lids slip closed.

I am awoken by a blinding light shoved in my face, and a lot of whispers coming from all around. My body tries to move but they seem to be impaired and sure enough I feel the scraping of chains wrapped around my arms holding me to a chair. My movements didn't go unnoticed though, as soon as the chains rattled everyone surrounding me jumped back a good 2 feet before a large quantity of polearms came flying very close to my face.

"Woah guys watch it, you could poke someone's eyes out with those things." I silently chuckle as the joke goes flying over their heads.

"Hey so you going to let me out of these chains already, I'm starving here, and I don't feel like ripping anymore of you guys apart tonight."

"You got some nerve" an older looking guard said while his halberd shook ever slightly "you're in some deep dust now little clod". Then the rest chimed in.

"Yeah when the master's find out what you did to their place your going to be crushed into star dust. If you're lucky that is."

"Or they let us turn you into our new target practice dummy. We keep blowing the targets to stuffing to quickly"

The gem way in the back had the best one though "Or how about we just stick her now." Upon hearing that all heads turned to him with both shocked and revulsion before being smacked by all those present in the room. They even shoved her close enough for me to headbutt this gem out cold just as the wall behind them was blown literally to dust as a very drowsy and very angry Obsidian waltzed in without his mask on.