Author:  Ameban Mic
Title:  The Move - The First Move

Challenge fic: Amelia sees an opportunity and grabs it.

Non con or seemingly non con A->Z, accidental stimulation, begging or offering, clumsiness, and Amelia in drag, preferably in a suit.

This is my answer to that request. Special thanks to Phizzy-chan for editing the text and his suggestions, as well Rowena for the suggestions.

Slayers isn’t my property but Hajime Kanzaka’s, Dragon Magazine’s and Rui Araizumi’s Tokyo TV SOFTX. I just write this for fun.

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The Move.

1^st- Move.

In spite of the cold breeze, Amelia just pulled a dark wool blanket over her head and shoulder, hiding her pretty much naked frame and protecting herself from the cold temperature; after that, she opened the window of her room and casted a “Levitation” spell in order to fly around the building till she could reach Zelgadiss’ room. It was the best thing she could do because outside was pretty cold and walking around the inn with such clothes… well, it would be really troublesome. Better to not be recognized and to not catch a cold.

Her plan was to enter in his room without being noticed, and once she was inside, show herself to him. Perhaps he would be asleep already, and surely a book would be at his side, so perhaps she would have to move on his bed and there… The thought made Amelia to blush deeply. She never thought she would be capable  of such a thing. But so many frustrations had forced her to try something like this.

Her blue eyes shined with her decision as she reached the window of her beloved chimera’s room.

The curtains were half open. Zelgadiss didn’t mind the outside light to sleep because he was too used lying in non-advisable places, but Amelia also knew it was because he liked to be aware about his surroundings. She also found it made easier to find out what he was doing.

--- At least till she found the room was too dark. The princess barely could see the frame of a little wardrobe, a chair and a bed. It would mean Zelgadiss was already asleep, but she could distinguish his frame on the bed. Was that thing on the bed his sleeping form or just a yarn of sheets?

She gulped, unsure about what to do, but decision and wishes become strong inside her, so she pushed the windows’ frame in order to climb inside the room. Amelia nulled the “Levitation” spell and step inside the room with her bare feet. The tiled floor was cold, but the room was certainly warmer than the outside, which was a nice change.

Amelia inhaled deeply and turned her view towards the bed. Yeah, there was a form laying on the mattress; it had to be him. Time to carry out her plans…

Certainly Amelia was about to do it when she felt a cold metallic blade on her shoulder. She jumped and a cold chill run by her spin.

“Do not move or you will sorry it,” Ordered a cold voice. She recognized it; Zelgadiss’ voice, and it sounded really frightening.

“Who’re you? What are you doing here?” he asked.

Amelia’s eyes widened by surprise. How couldn’t he recognize her? Why was he menacing her like that? It was pretty obvious she was Amelia… Or perhaps not. She wouldn’t enter in his room in the middle of the night covered by a dark wool blanket like that. Obviously Zelgadiss had thought he was being assaulted or something and the worst thing was she couldn’t move because she knew how deadly he could be with his sword.

The blade shined coldly and he moved it near her neck. Amelia chilled. She hated blades, all them, and hated them with passion. An irrational fear crept inside her as he moved the weapon. Suddenly Amelia forgot everything about what had thought to do there and the fear took control.

“Answer me!” Zelgadiss demanded.

Then, Amelia turned towards him, so fast, so scared and so unexpectedly than Zelgadiss found himself unable to react. Amelia raised a fist and punched on his stone’s cheek furiously with all her strength … which was a lot.

“What are you doing!?” she screamed with hoarse voice, “Don’t treat me like that!”

Zelgadiss barely could do something. The frame of his assaulter was quite small yet very suspicious; so when he found “somebody” was flying around his window and tried to enter inside his room, he just placed himself next to the window’s frame, covered by the shadows and waited to his assaulted to enter. And he did so. It was very suspicious because in the outside world people wasn’t able to do such things, thus it had to be somebody dangerous at least.  As soon as the unknown guy was inside his room, he tried to stop him.

But now he just could see a fist flying in top speed towards his face and a feminine voice screaming at him. A voice barely familiar.

Zelgadiss could tell after becoming chimera not many people could hurt him, except for other chimeras and powerful foes and Mazoku, or Firia. But even Lina didn’t use to hit him because she got hurt and the redhead sorceress wasn’t good dealing with pain. In fact he only knew somebody that could punch his face like that.

And that was Amelia.

The punch hit his cheek moved by fear and anger, and he lost his balance being thrown over the tiled floor. His stone body made a loud “thud” when he hit the ground and pain took his face. He barely was aware about what happened and hit him, but he could distinguish the frame of his assaulter jumping by the window and flying outside, getting lost in the middle of the night.

His bare hand reached his hurt cheek and touched it cautiously, his eyes become watery. Certainly he wasn’t used to that feeling.

“Damn it! …It hurts!” he exclaimed. “Who the fuck was that guy?”

It hurt like hell and for some reason; Zelgadiss thought it wasn’t the first time he was hit like that.

But he just refused to think Amelia had sneaked in his room and hit him like that.

Amelia did not do those things.

***

Amelia entered in her room and threw the blanket on the ground. She held her right hand and gritted her teeth; it was almost purple and it hurt a lot. Certainly she was really strong, but Zelgadiss was a chimera with stone skin and it was for nothing else than being invulnerable, thus hitting his stone face had that result; it wasn’t the first time she hit him but the result always was the same: a broken hand.

Feeling as hurt as ashamed of herself, Amelia casted the “Recovery” spell on her hand trying to heal it. Her eyes watered by the pain, the shame from the result of her first move. She never thought Zelgadiss would mix her up with an assaulter or a foe, and never threaten her with a blade, something that she hated from the bottom of her heart. In certain way, she was glad to have hit Zelgadiss because he deserved that after threatening her like that, but she also felt bad for him.

She knew how much her punches hurt him.

***

On the next morning, everybody was fighting over the food, as usual… except for Zelgadiss who just took a cup of tea (like Firia did) and some donuts, oatmeal bowls and hot waffles with jam on a big plate for breakfast; meanwhile Gourry and Lina tried to steal their respective plates of food, and Amelia… What was wrong with her? She was looking at her oatmeal bowl with a sour expression on her face and her hand only toyed with the spoon. There wasn’t any trace of her nightly whereabouts, and her hand was fully recovered; the only odd thing was her unusual silence.

“Hey, Amelia …Are you right?” asked Lina as she poked Gourry’s eye with her index finger. The red head sorceress had noticed her friend didn’t try to steal her food and it caught her attention.

“Yes, I’m right, Lina… I’m all right…” she hissed.

“Really? You seem to be suffering a bad time…” Gourry announced, but Lina stopped his speech elbowing him up. “Ouch! What are you doing, Lina?”

Lina ignored him and frowned. Perhaps Amelia had that bad humor because her time of the mouth, or she was just constipated… but not; she knew Amelia and her whereabouts. Something else bothered her.

“Is something wrong? Did you feel some danger?” Lina asked; perhaps the real reason because Amelia’ state was because she felt some danger thanks to her oracle power.

“I haven’t mentioned anything… but perhaps we should be careful.” Zelgadiss started to say when he noticed Lina brought up such possibility, “Especially you, Amelia.”

“What?” Lina asked, confused.

“What is going, Zelgadiss?” asked Firia, putting her cup of tea on the table. “Is that raw garbage around already?”

That was precisely what Zelgadiss liked about Firia: she hated Xelloss with passion. But it also meant the female dragon became freaked out and violent every time Xelloss was around. Now her tail had popped out to shake her pink ribbon furiously.

“Firia… Your tail.” Lina warned her with cold voice. “You’re attracting too much attention.”

Such a thing was enough for calming down the female dragon. She liked to be “polite” and act like a real lady, so she fought the angry feeling and hide her tail, “Oops! Sorry.”

“No… At least as far I know. I haven’t seen the Mazoku since the day we fought Vargaarv…” The chimera answered.

As usual, every time Firia heard about the accident dragon, her face darkened; her mood had twitched from angriness to pity just because the mention of those two names, Xelloss and Vargaarv. However Zelgadiss kept talking. “We’re being chased by somebody… Somebody that also is able to use magic.”

“What!?” everybody chorused except Amelia who just glanced at the chimera.

Then Zelgadiss started to relate the events of the previous night; listening his speech, Amelia found the “Ma-Kenshi” certainly thought he had been assaulted in his room. The princess-priestess couldn’t help but giving at him a very disappointing glance; she knew if he saw that, then he would ask about what happened to her, or perhaps the chimera even would think she was angry with him about something. Explaining the rest of the gang the reasons for her acting like that would be quite troubling, but fortunately nobody noticed.

“… Somebody that uses magic and can knock you down?” Lina exclaimed, “Then we may have a new foe.”

Zelgadiss nodded. Gourry, on the other hand, had the experience of being a mercenary and his worries were more focused on the battle events than the foe itself.

“Did he attacked you again? …Or could you see his face?”

“No. He was quite small yet very skilled… I don’t know who can be, and certainly he *knew* who I am because he entered in *my* room. A sorcerer of this land wouldn’t have attacked me or any of you if he hasn’t any good reason.”

“Yeah, Zel is right.” Lina agreed, and then she turned towards Firia. “Do you know who it can be, Firia?”

The golden dragon in woman shape just looked at Lina lightly puzzled; certainly the events also made her to be confused.

“No. I have no idea… My oracle power didn’t warn me about any danger.”

Lina blinked. In that sense priestess were very capable because they could sense danger, but now Firia denied it. So looking for another opinion, she turned towards Amelia, who remained in silence all the time.

“And you, Amelia? Did you feel something?”

“No, Lina. I assure you there isn’t any foe around us or chasing Zelgadiss.” Her voice was harsh.

Zelgadiss frowned; Amelia still being unusual quite and certainly she didn’t seem to be worried about an assaulter In spite of his words. Suddenly an odd idea began to be formed in his mind, but it was as ridiculous as impossible, and then his thoughts were interrupted by Gourry.

“Perhaps it was Jiras, don’t you think?” he guessed, “The fox-guy is short.”

“Gourry, don’t say nonsense!” Lina exclaimed, “Jiras is stupid and he cannot use magic, just those fire-weapons.”

“Jiras cannot use magic, but he isn’t that stupid, Lina.” Gourry denied. “He managed to steal my sword… something you never got.”

Lina blinked and then flushed. Gourry was right.

Amelia, instead, just started to eat her oatmeal furiously. She knew whatever she would say or did; she would have Zelgadiss discovering her identity.

Damnit! How could be Zelgadiss so thick-headed?

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