Zelgadis' Gambit

Chapter: 8

Who Are We?

Time to have some fun with my little story. And, in the words of M. Night Shyamalan: "It's a twist!"

Amelia had searched all over the room but had not found any clues as to where Lina or the Black Wolf had disappeared. She had looked for over thirty minutes when she came across two crystals. The first was a wide pinkish-red in the shape of an octagon, while the second one was a long, cylindrical blue crystal. She had looked at the two for a while but could not figure out why they would be just laying about in the room. She put them in her pouch before her attention was pulled away by Gourry asking, "Where's Lina?"

Amelia turned to see Gourry looking around with a look of concern written all over his features. He moved towards her as he continued to try and disbelieve that Lina was missing again. He stopped in front of Amelia just to she her shake her head before turning away. Gourry felt anger well up in him as he clenched his hands into fist before punching the wall. "If Lina is hurt I'll kill him," Gourry let out in his rage before heading towards the door.

Amelia watched her friend walk away as she could not help but sympathize with him. She cared for Lina as a friend and would not rest until she was found but something still nagged at her mind, 'Why would he have kept all of these paintings unless he was going to sell them at once, or he was up to something else, and Lina caught him in the act?'

Amelia began to walk towards the stairs as she thought, 'Don't worry Miss Lina we will find you...no matter what it takes.'

In a far away forest, far away from the troubles of the demon peninsula, the breeze blew in from the east. The sun had risen into the mid-morning position as the animals of the forest gave off their different calls in harmony with the natural routine. Yes, this place was quiet, and kept away from the strife of the world around it. It was in this little piece of heaven that there was a clearing. The clearing was small, no more than fifty feet in diameter with a small pond in the eastern corner. It was in this clearing sat a lump, a lump made of two humans, that rose and fell with the breathing of both individuals. The person on top was a young girl with bright red hair. She was dressed head to toe in various colors of white, black, yellow, and magenta. A sword in its sheath hung limply off her belt as she laid on top of her companion in the middle of the clearing. Her companion was a young man a little taller than her, dressed from head to toe in the same shade of ivory. The same with this young man, a sword laid on the ground attached to his belt and another without a blade lay within reach of his right hand. As some birds chirped in the nearby trees the two began to groan as they came to. "Where am I," the young woman asked before something grabbed her arm.

Her eyes flew open to be met with a pair of sapphire blue ones. Ruby and sapphire stared at each other for a moment before the girl decided to sit up. She sat up to see the young man was dress in the same color from head to toe. He looked like some kind of desert raider with how wrapped up he was and to top it off he wore a bone mask over his face. "Do you mind...," the man asked in a low, and slightly velvety tenor.

The young man had taken a moment to view the girl that was on top of him. She was a bit shorter with bright, red hair and eyes. Her clothes were a mismatch of yellows, whites, blacks, and magentas that screamed sorceress. Her bright eyes seemed to take their time taking his form in and it was not long before he had to vocalize his position.

"Mind what...," the girl asked slightly as she looked into his sapphire eyes, 'Wonder what he looks like under the mask?'

"Mind getting off of me," he asked in slight annoyance.

It was at this point the girl looked down and blushed after realizing she was sitting on top of the man's chest. She quickly moved off of him with the blush still plastered on her face. She watched as he sat up and looked around. "Where are we?"

She looked around as the blush began to fade and said, "I don't know...," she paused for as second before asking, "Who are you?"

The man looked at her before saying, "Who are you?"

She went to answer but what she was about to say flew from her mind as she could not remember. No matter how much she tried she could not remember her name. As she thought on the matter she could not remember anything about herself. She could not remember where she was born, where she lived now, or how she had gotten to this clearing with this man. "I...I don't know," she said very quietly as she continued, "I can't remember anything."

The man looked at her before saying, "I'm..."

She looked at him before saying, "You're what?"

The man had been hit with the same moment of realizing that he could not remember anything about himself. He could not even remember why he was wearing the mask that was on his face. He moved a hand up to the mask before grasping it and pulling it away while saying, "I'm in the same boat as you. I can't remember a thing."

The girl watched as he pulled the mask from his face to see a chimera staring back at her. She raised her eyebrow at the idea that she remembered what a chimera was but could not remember a thing about herself. She noticed the man was looking at her in the same fashion before saying, "You're a chimera...I can remember that but I can't remember anything about myself."

The man looked around and saw the pond. He got up and walked over to the pond before looking down. He saw his reflection before nodding and saying, "Your right. And, I can remember that as well. The same as how I know you're a sorceress."

"How do you know that," the girl asked though she now remember that as well as all the spells she knew.

"Look at how you are dressed," the man replied.

The girl raised her eyes and looked down. She saw a magenta shirt with a yellow breast band. She stood up and moved over to the pond quickly before saying, "Move! I've got to see this."

The man moved out of the way to see the girl look at her reflection and turn red. He was about to ask if she was okay, since all she did was stand there and look like a tomato, but was cut off when she screamed, "What was I thinking!"

She saw herself in all of her glory and it was embarrassing. She was dressed in a long magenta shirt with white trimming that went into her belt and billowed out like a tiny skirt at the bottom. Her leggings were pure magenta before being tucked into grey traveling boots. To top it off she had a yellow breast band over her shirt and a black cape with magenta lining attached to her through two, oversized bejeweled, shoulder guards. She could not hold back any longer as she screamed, "What was I thinking! I must look like some kind of twit dressed up like this. I mean who in their right mind dresses like this and then expects to be treated like anything other than a brat or a mental patient. What is the use of these shoulder pads? So far as I can tell they do nothing magical and are just there for style, if you could call this outfit style, it looks like I fell into the hand me downs section of a general store. Why am I wearing a shirt that hangs down past my hips...its not like I need to almost non-present skirt that it makes. And, the colors are just terrible I look like a confused rainbow here. No, one could take me seriously in this outfit."

The man stood off to the side as he tried to keep his laughter from escaping his mouth. The way the girl was ranting on about her horrible choice in clothes was the funniest thing he could remember hearing, though that was not much, but the last thing he wanted was to turn her on himself at this moment. However, the laughter stopped when she moved her hands up and placed them under her breast line before continuing, "Why and I wearing this ungodly thing? Do I not wear a bra," she asked as she actually felt for the bra, "No, apparently not," she proclaimed oblivious that the man was listening.

It was at this moment that she noticed a glimmer of yellow from between where the shirt split. She pulled her shirt ends up to display a pair of yellow shorts over the magenta leggings. She shifted back and forth on her feet as she looked at the newest offending item on her list, "And, now this. I must have been completely daft! What is the use of wearing yellow shorts over leggings other than trying to give a reason for the breast band. I can't believe this...it looks like I don't even know how to dress myself."

The man had long forgotten about covering up his laughing as now he was trying to stifle a blush and an incoming nose bleed. He could not turn away as she had lifted the end of her shirt up to reveal a pair of tight fitting yellow shorts. All of her complaints fell on deaf ears as she continued to shift from foot to foot. As she continued her hyper complaint dance the muscles in her backside, which he had full view of now, kept flexing and relaxing in a weird and yet somewhat erotic dance. Nonetheless, the man was now more worried about controlling other parts of himself as her act had awoken his other brain. 'Stop doing that,' he could only think because saying it would draw her attention, 'Yes, the clothes are bad but you don't look that bad.'

After a few more minutes she let the shirt ends go and the man quickly turned his body as he tried to think of anything other than what had just happened in front of his eyes. As he was attempting to have everything back in order his hearing came back to him, "What do you think?"

He bristled at the idea that she was looking at him. He slowly turned as he felt the other feelings being replaced by worry. He looked at her to see she was sitting near the pond with her head in her hands. He sighed that she was not staring at him and turned completely. "Well, it is kind of loud but we can get you a change of clothes once we get to a town," he replied.

She looked up at him to see his clothes were not as bad as her selection other than he seems to have a monopoly on the color of ivory. She sighed before saying, "I guess so."

He walked over to her and smiled as he offered his hand to help her up. She took it with a smile before they both looked at each other for a moment. The man quickly turned and said, "Well, we should probably try to find civilization and then we can try to figure out what is going on from there."

She watched as he walked over to the sword hilt with no blade and attached it to his belt. She walked towards him while saying, "Well, since neither one of us can remember our names I think we should come up with temporary ones so we are not just saying, Hey you, all the time."

The man turned and looked at her before nodding and asking, "Are we coming up with the names for ourselves or for each other?"

She thought for a second before saying, "For each other. I can't think of what to call myself other than moron right now for my choice in clothing."

The man quickly worked stopping the male hormone train from taking off as his mind flashed back to the recent rant and dance that she had put on. He covered with a light, if not clumsy laugh, before saying, "Very well...I think I'll name you Rose."

She blushed at the name as she turned from him shyly. "Wh...Wh...Why are you na...naming me...that," she stuttered out as she blushed more.

He walked over, which cause her to lock onto him, before rubbing her hair and saying, "Because of your vibrant red hair."

She could not look at him for a moment as she felt herself want to swoon over the not so hidden attempt to flirt with her. After she regained control of herself she looked back at him and said, "Well, I'll call you Grey."

He looked at her for a moment before looking down at his clothes, "Is it because how I'm dressed," he asked somewhat confused.

She laughed before shaking her head and saying, "No, silly it's because of your metallic grey hair," and pulling on some of the hair that hung down in from of his right eye.

It was his turn to try to control his face as he turned and coughed before saying, "Well...Rose...I think we should get going. Who knows how far town is and we have still to find our bearings."

She smirked that she had unnerved him before skipping up to him and placing a hand on his shoulder. She smiled as he jumped slightly before saying, "Sure Grey let's get moving."

Both of them smirked before walking toward the entrance to the forest, resolute in the idea of finding a nearby town, and in the knowledge that even though they could not remember who they were they now hand names once again.

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