Mariana said something in the language used among Necromancers, looking away from him.
"Translation please?" Nefarious was only joking this time, but she looked straight into his eyes, ready to translate. There was no hint of humor in her eyes, either.
"Are you sure?" She asked cautiously.
Nefarious thought about this. What if it's something that'll make something come and kill me? Nah, I'm fine. "Go ahead." He said as casually as possible. ... Not very casually at all.
"I... I think I..." Before she could continue, the Banshee had come back and laid her skeletal hand on her cloaked shoulder, making her jump. She took one look at the Banshee and quickly changed her mind about translating. "I think I need to go." She said, taking quick, long strides down the corridor to the stairway. Just to not make a total bitch of herself she swiftly added, "I really don't feel good." hoping it would be a good enough excuse.
Nefarious stood there for a moment wondering what was wrong. He then noticed that the Banshee was still next to him. A little frightened, he said to her, "Is there something I can help you with?" A little sarcastic, but at least he was making conversation. She gave him a blank look, then shook her head. "Right."
He was then startled by the sound of many loud thumps coming from the direction of the staircase. "Oh no..." He ran over to see what had happened. Sure enough, Mariana had slipped on the stairs and had smacked another wall. Only this time... blood poured out of her head. "Shit!" He slid on the railing of the staircase until he reached her. Landing on the floor like a cat next to her, he laid her on her back. She was out cold, and the blood was coming out fast. He took off his shirt, quickly ripped it into thin banners, and wrapped it around her head.
He then scooped her up in his arms like he did on the night they met at N. Sanity Island, and jumped on the railing of the staircase again. With the extra weight, he slid faster. When reaching the bottom, he jumped off at the last moment, just sticking the landing like a competitor at the Olympic Games. He then took off running down the corridors until he reached the infirmary. He never thought that an infirmary in the castle would be useful until his first fight with Crash Bandicoot. And the doctor they had was not really much of a doctor. Just a hunk of floating bark, as Dr. Cortex had put it. Yes... Uka Uka was their doctor.
"Uka Uka!" He shouted when he entered the room. But no one was there, to his utmost shock. Damn it, that's right! He thought. He's gone until the next full moon! Great... He looked down at Mariana's unconscious face. Perhaps I could... no, I never got my degree in paramedics. Although, it doesn't seem so difficult, now that I've cut off the flow of blood.
He carefully laid her on one of the five hospital beds and removed the makeshift wraps that were already soaked in blood. He grabbed proper wraps from the drawer next to the bed, and rewrapped her head. Suddenly, she grabbed his wrist.
"Is she gone?" She asked him opening her eyes just slightly.
"The wailing freak?" He was stunned, yet overjoyed to see her all right. She nodded. "Yes, she didn't follow me."
"Good." She sat up in bed, letting go of his wrist.
"I can't believe it! That blow should have at least given you a concussion!"
"No, that was hard enough to kill an average person. Be careful on those stairs."
"Then why are you...?" Nefarious was a little bit confused now. If she says it was enough to kill, she should have been dead by now. She giggled, stumping him further.
"I never said I was an average person."
He chuckled. "I know that."
"And... like I said, I have already died. You cannot die twice." She motioned for him to sit next to her. He did without hesitation.
"Now, what was it that you wanted to tell me before we were interrupted... again?" He looked into her eyes, once again mesmerized by them.
"Um... well..." She was blushing again. "I... um..." There was no way she could continue.
Nefarious decided to make another dumb move. He stretched his left arm behind her, straightening it and putting his palm down on the bed. He then stretched his right arm over her, wrapping it around her waist. Bending his left elbow, he slowly put her back against the bed, and he was leaning over her. This time without hesitation, he kissed her. Just like the first time, he was very gentle with her.
Mariana put one hand on his back, and one on his head, holding him securely to her. She traced his battle scars on his back with her cold index finger, and locked her fingers in his hair with her other hand. She noticed his breathing began to get heavy, as hers did. She moaned as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. She held tighter to him.
What the hell is wrong with me? Nefarious thought. I know her for a day, and I'm already French kissing her! I have to stop... He lifted his lips from hers, and they were both breathing heavily. Unable to control himself, he began kissing her neck. Damn it... I hope no one sees this. He was regretting it, just as he knew that he would, but he could not stop.
Ever since he had met her a day ago, he has experienced so many things that were new to him, and he loved it. Sure, some of them were a bit frightening, but that was okay. He was touched by all of the affection and emotion she was showing him, and he wanted to show the same. He wanted to stop hating everyone and everything that came into contact with him. It was new, he was not so sure exactly how to do it, and it would take some time to get used to, but he looked forward to every day with her that was ahead of him.
He traced her jaw with his lips, and then put them to hers again. Before they knew it, they were both too out of breath.
We would never last in a making out contest... Nefarious thought sarcastically as he laid down beside her. Not long, anyway.
She looked over at him smiling. "Tired?" She asked casually, still breathing heavily.
"Yeah... and you're not?" He teased.
"...Yeah, I am. You caught me." She rested her head against his chest, closing her eyes.
Nefarious had an idea of what she wanted to tell him, but still was not so sure. "So... what are we doing tomorrow with Necromancy?" He wondered.
"I was thinking more meditation." Mariana said shortly. "You need to be able to pull yourself out of the trance whenever you want to. ...Or at least be able to hear other people when you're still in the trance."
"Got it." He wrapped an arm around her. "So, what did you say while I was meditating?"
"I was mostly teasing you because you couldn't hear me."
"Oh, gee, thanks."
She chuckled. "No, Dr. Tropy. I first asked you if you could hear me. Then I asked you a few more times, got frustrated, and began yelling at you like an idiot to break the trance."
Nefarious laughed. "Oops, sorry!" He held her closer. "Oh, and, Mariana?"
"Yes, Dr. Tropy?"
"Call me Nefarious."
