Hey Everyone! So, I got a variety of different reviews, emails and PM's about my last update. Some loved it, some were disappointed, others didn't really mind. Anyways, thanks anyone for the compliments, and I hope to be in the full swing of things soon.

I got this idea randomly, just from the notion that EVERY couple has that moment where they get into a big argument, this is how I pictured Blaze and Shadow's would go, especially with the idea that they are new to the whole notion of 'being in love' and in an actual 'relationship'.

Also, the parts mentioning Silver. Does anyone else have that one guy friend that is just a lot more... sensitive than most? Cause I know this one kid who is like that, and its actually kinda funny, because he WILL ask like random things, or fix my hair. That's how I place Silver in this story anyway.

So, yea...this is another attempt I made, and it's kinda short...sorry. Not sure how I feel about this one but I finally got a couple days off work so maybe I'll have time to update some more and do better in the coming themes. Enjoy!

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"Silver is my friend! Why are you getting so worked up over this?"

"I don't like how your friend is constantly touching you!"

"That's just Silver! He's been like that since we met! He always does weird little things like playing with my tail when he's bored, or offering neck rubs when he knows I've stressed."

"Well tell him to knock it off before I Chaos blast him farther than any future he's seen."

"Shadow, he's just naive! He doesn't realize what he's doing."

"Or maybe you're the one who doesn't realize what's going on!

"What are you saying Shadow?"

"I'm saying I don't want him around you!"

"You can't tell me who I can and cannot be friends with! Especially when it comes to Silver!"

"You care so much about the white punk, why don't you go off with him then?!"

"Fine! Then maybe you can go have fun with Rouge! I'm sure she would be willing to give you her everything!"

Black lids pinched tightly over crimson orbs, his eyes closed as sour words from their argument echoed in his mind, the sharp edge in her angry statements engraving itself into his psyche.

He stood upon a grass hill, one of familiarity. It was a place of comfort, where he could mentally rest, calm his thoughts and angle life in new perspectives. Now however, he was troubled, his argument with a lilac feline plaguing him greatly.

Regret filled his conscience as he grated the guilt in further to his subconscious. How did I lose control like that?

Inhaling deeply through his nose, Shadow tightened his crossed arms firmly over his chest. His thinking was on over-drive, as feelings of guilt and remorse welled up inside of him. Her final words seemed stuck in his ear, repeating her fluent voice mockingly in his thoughts.

Her final remark of his bat co-worker had pushed him over the edge, as green energy sapped around him in coils of vibrant emerald. Blaze steamed with smoke, as the hot vapor danced in a wave ripple from her fur. Amber eyes were boiling like a fiery inferno, but seemed to withdraw in tire of distress.

Blaze withdrew from their forward angry pursuits as her ears flipped from flattened, to drooped in weariness. Rage flooded from her eyes, shifting to a distance glint of defeat. For a moment, Shadow felt his masculine pride swell in dominance, before it turned into an inward deflation of sorrow. He had been the one to cause her to look so full of dread.

"Look Shadow. We're both new to this whole...relationship thing," she started softly, lashing tail slowing to low lazy swings, tense shoulders sagging. "Maybe...maybe we should take a break."

Red eyes flew to meet her golden ones, and he saw in her eyes draining hope. Was she already giving up on what they had become? Did she really see no point in continuing?

"Fine," his voice was steeled, betraying the hurt in her suggestion before he flashed away in a spark of gold.

The only word he seemed able to register from her lips was one that pierced his heart: break.

Synonyms; shatter, division, gap, fracture...split.

She claimed she wanted to be divided from him, so that's what he gave her. He flashed away, feeling hurt and rejected, refraining his emotions behind a solid wall of pride and fortified facials.

Looking back, he realized upon further inspection that she was offering him a choice, asking if he had wanted to rid of her company for a time. His anger from their pitiful argument had blinded him from her intentions, but seeing as now he held vision with a cleared mind, he suddenly realized how lonely he felt.

This was foreign to him. He had always enjoyed being alone, finding peace in the quiet of the world without others' voices. But having had the feline with him, a comforting constant, a stabilized partner who understood him; he had become use to her presence. Now that she was gone, a large gaping hole was placed in his abundance, and he further missed the rising temperature she inadvertently increased with her mere closeness.

He didn't want to take any break away from her. He wanted her back.

Peeling his heavy lids open, Shadow looked to see the setting sun, creating an orange haze in the sky in its descent. It had only been a mere handful of hours since their heated argument, but he was ready to confront the problem head on, as long as he had her back.

It took him less than twenty minutes to find her, having Chaos controlled around Central City in search of the lavender feline. He knew her well enough though, and guessed where she would go in need of comfort.

Standing on the soft golden sands of the beach, looking outward to the crystal ocean waters was where he found her. She stood in a similar position he himself had been in, arms folded protectively around her small frame, though her posture remained sluggish. She looked to be a small child hiding ones vulnerability.

Shadow walked hesitantly up behind her, knowing she had sensed and heard his presence the minute his shoes had sunk in the sand. His steps were tentative, slow long strides, until he stopped just a foot away from her, but she showed no sign of turning to face him, keeping her back to his front.

Possible apologies and phrases whirled through his mind, as he debated how to recover from their bitter parting, but all he really wished for was to reach his arm out and be allowed to touch her, hold her once again without any gritted fraction between the two.

Finding himself driven with meaningful determination, Shadow stepped in line behind her, circling his arms around her waist as he had many times before, only this time much more tension hung in the air.

He felt her shoulders tense as he rested his chin on the side of her neck, turning his head so his mouth was near her ear, his heart pulsing against her back in a steady rhythm.

"I'm sorry," he breathed, whispering the small words into her twitching ear. It was two simple words, but deep in truth.

Blaze sucked in air, and Shadow soon expected rejection as moments passed in high suspension, until she exhaled a sigh and eased her tight muscles. "Me too."

Her body leaned back against him, eyes fluttering shut as their apprehension rolled of the couple in waves, just as the small bouncing waters of the sea danced before them. A gentle salty breeze sifted their fur, as Blaze fell into the embrace.

They were fixed.

Adjective: Fixed

Synonyms: anchored, attached, solid

Definition: Permanent, steady.

Shadow smirked. That was the way he liked them. Permanent.