Bind Part One [c]
Section [b] [c] [d] [e]
Zelgadis's eyes widened. "You don't mean...can that
actually be done?" He supressed a flood of other questions, all more
personal than he wanted to ever get towards Xelloss.
"I suppose anything is possible in theory. But this is possible in
fact. I know because I've spent the last two weeks calculating exactly how
it can be done." The words were the calmest Xelloss had spoken yet.
They fell one behind another, heavy as tombstones, but Zelgadis did not
catch the morbidity. "You're wondering why I chose you, aren't
you?"
"Yes." No. I'm wondering how a being as selfish as you could
do this. I'm trying to figure out, with every thought I can muster, WHY
you would ever do this thing.
"You're the obvious choice, once all things are accounted for. You're
a skilled astral magician, thus you are qualified to do the ritual. You
care for Lina, thus you have a reason to commit your energy to this.
You're quick-minded enough to handle any complications, smart enough to
eliminate the possibility of error. You have absolutely no mazoku
allegiance, don't have enough white magic in your blood to kill me from
exposure during close astral work, and most importantly...you hate me, so
I know you won't have any moral compunctions with doing this to me."
Calm and silken, his voice spit them all out with ease.
...Bastard. "I guess you have this all figured out then."
"I do. You agree to it, then?" Just don't ask questions, go
along with it and don't ask what's really at stake here...
"If there's no other way to keep Lina safe...hell, it's your life.
Throw it away if you want to." That sounded terrible. I'm so harsh
right now. But I don't understand how he could even be feeling this!
Xelloss nodded. "Good. The only other person would have been Lina
herself...and I doubt she would have been nearly as calm about things as
you. And I don't know...what I'd do now, if I were around her...with my
orders as they are. My will is difficult to keep. Even now, it's taking
all the effort I have to keep myself here. This goes against every fiber
of my being." Oh gods, I feel sick. "So you'd better
hurry and begin. First, you need to restrain me so that I can't flee in
the middle of this."
Zelgadis straightened his posture and prepared his mind and body for
summoning power. He'd probably need it soon. "Right. How do I go
about that?"
"You take an astral ward and wrap it around my soul. It's pretty
easy, actually." He watched Zelgadis raise an eyebrow. "Well,
relatively so. The only hitch is that no sane mazoku ever lets their guard
down enough for that to happen."
"But you don't have that problem?"
"No, I don't." Xelloss leaned back against the rock wall behind
him, almost slumping with relaxation. "Go ahead. I'm completely open
to you. All you have to do is find me."
Zelgadis searched with his astral senses. Weaker practicioners would have
to close their eyes to do this, but he could focus on both worlds at once,
to a point. Besides, he didn't trust Xelloss enough to take his eyes off
of him right now. After all, what if this was all just some elaborate
story, all leading up to trap him in this moment, when he reached out with
his astral senses and touched-
Zelgadis had never sensed Xelloss astrally before. The mazoku was
stealthy, and clever, and powerful enough to shield himself away from
Zelgadis. And besides that, Zelgadis had never looked for him. The chimera
had experienced a lot of strange, frightening things astrally, and didn't
really want to add Xelloss to that list. Besides...who would really want
to be close to...
...felt that, Zelgadis.
He jerked away. Xelloss only looked up at him, his face revealing nothing.
"You have me."
Curling his fingers into a fist, but trying not to, but trying not to show
that he was trying not to, Zelgadis reached out again and felt Xelloss on
the astral plane. What was frightening was that it wasn't anything that he
expected. No, it wasn't even that. Zelgadis had expected the unexpected,
along with the terrifying, or the maddening, or the repulsive. This was
not anything like that. It was simply...there.
A mass of gray, of maybe, of perhaps possibility but perhaps not, perhaps
just laziness, of fact and matter of fact, of the truth, but not the easy
truth and not nearly all of it, of honesty and falsehood rubbing elbows,
of not-really-malice but not-really-friendly. Power was there, great
power, but it was tucked safely away behind a great many bowing veils. It
was simple, it was plain, but it wasn't, wasn't really. That was only the
facade, only the grinning mask on the outside. Inside the shadows grew
darker, and deeper. But they were still gray, always gray...always
multitudes and multitudes of gray, layers and walls and corridors and
halls and turns turns turns...
"Once there was a human sage who made a deal with a mazoku - that he
would give his soul to the mazoku if he could only see the depths of the
mazoku's soul. The mazoku agreed, and let the sage in. The sage was all
too soon engrossed in what he saw, and the mazoku swallowed up the sage's
soul when it became lost inside of his." Xelloss smiled at Zelgadis.
"Be careful."
This is insane. Even when he's sitting around doing nothing he's a
danger. Zelgadis continued anyway. He knew it was complete idiocy, but
he felt for Xelloss' soul again, touched that gray, gray maybeness, and
walked around it. He wouldn't dive into Xelloss this time. He wouldn't
risk losing himself in that nautilus shell. He simply surrounded Xelloss,
stretched space a bit [what limitation is space anyways, nothing to me
on this plane] and wrapped around him.
Xelloss let out a little moan. Zelgadis looked at him with his earthly
eyes and watched the mazoku shiver a little. He almost let himself think
that the mazoku was disgusting, getting pleasure from this, but cut
himself off from that. For one, Xelloss was close enough to feel that rude
thought, and for another, Zelgadis realized that he had just done the
equivalent of wrapping somebody in a straightjacket without fastening the
buckles. Xelloss was sitting patiently and waiting to be strapped down,
made helpless, and warped beyond comprehension. His reaction was far from
pleasure.
Zelgadis hesitated for just a moment, twisted, and locked the mazoku with
the barest nudge of energy. He knew it had worked when he heard Xelloss
let out another little cry, a tiny bit more involuntary than the last one.
He reverted back to earthly vision in time to see Xelloss draw his knees
up to his chest, wrap his arms around himself, and give the entire cave
one long, paranoid look.
"I can't move." It was probably meant to be a confirmation, an
announcement of success. Zelgadis pretended that was what it sounded like.
"How much is there to do after this?" Zelgadis glanced outside,
measuring the growing deepness of the shadows. They might be here for
awhile.
Xelloss shrugged, the maneuver clearing away the heavy sag of his
shoulders. He smiled as if he hadn't a care in the world. Back to normal
again. How did he do that!? "Mercifully little. But now that
I'm not going anywhere, you should sit down. Relax. You need focus more
than you need a height edge on me." He watched Zelgadis perch on the
rock he himself had occupied some time before. The chimera regarded him
with a scowl.
"Just because you're trapped in that one spot doesn't mean you're any
less of a danger to me."
"A very astute observation, Zelgadis. But with all my powers, I still
can't free myself of your lock, no matter what kinds of pain or death I
put you through." The cheerfulness in his voice seemed more sincere
in those last few words. "So it would be best to focus your pretty
mind on the task ahead. Which is short, but difficult nonetheless."
"Oh?" Zelgadis's voice was just as calm as Xelloss'. "This
is all going rather quickly, then. Very well. What is my task?"
"To pull out what is presented to you, and then to destroy what you
have taken, and then to pull back together that which you removed things
from." Xelloss forced his hand not to clench, forced himself not to
grab something as panic built within him. Fear of what lay ahead came more
easily in such a trapped, helpless position. But Zelgadis must only see
smiling confidence. "Three simple steps. I will guide you through
them. But I cannot do more than that. My loyalty forbids me from actively
aiding you in this process. So you see, Zelgadis, both Lina and I...are at
your mercy. This is all in your hands." The same smile, the same
lighthearted voice.
In his head, Zelgadis began to trace over the steps Xelloss had described.
"To pull out what is presented to me..."
"There." Xelloss interrupted Zelgadis's ruminations. Let him not
think too long on what he would be doing... "Excise it, isolate
it."
'Excise what?' would have been Zelgadis's reply, but he could see astrally
what Xelloss meant. A sector of gray within the gray island that was
Xelloss seemed a bit more separate than the rest, seemed to whirl slightly
unlike Xelloss did. Perhaps it could be considered alien to the rest of
the gray [the gray that was Xelloss], but still similar in that a parent
is similar to a child. That part of the greater gray [the gray that was
Xelloss] wasn't just in one separate area, nor was it spread uniformly
throughout. It seemed to cradle, to wrap around and gently lead the gray
[the gray that was Xelloss] to almost collar it, but not quite so
restraining. A guardian does not collar its ward. But there was ownership
here, almost written into the smoke? mist? veils? that made up this gray
[the gray that was Xelloss]. Zelgadis would have to be an astral sheister
not to see that. To remove it, then, was more difficult than Xelloss [the
Xelloss that was the gray] made it sound. It was like trying to pull the
white of an egg away from the yolk. It was more difficult, in fact,
because this filmy, clingy thing didn't WANT to let go of its possession,
its child. More than once it lashed out at him, and Zelgadis had to shield
himself from the thing he was trying to catch.
Little by little, he started to taunt it, to make it attack him, to
draw it further away from Xelloss the gray child. Slowly and patiently he
led it into the folds of his own astral material, never giving himself
away until the last tendril stretched so thin that he could grasp it. He
held the squirming, thrashing thing and pulled it until it finally gave
from the roots.
"Like a weed from Hell," he muttered, and tossed it into the
prisonfolds of the astral cage.
Zelgadis didn't see it, but Xelloss hid his face in his hands.
To destroy what I have taken... Zelgadis shrugged. This was the
easiest task he'd been presented with since Xelloss had arrived. Once
separated from its host, the thing he had caught was a fairly weak astral
parasite. Extinguishing it would only call for a minor astral attack, if
he went that route. But considering the evening thus far, Xelloss'
remaining tasks might call upon all of Zelgadis's resources. In case of
that, he should conserve his energy. Since the thing was in his possession
now, he could take care of it in ways that would be beyond his means in a
battle.
So with a simple tuck and tie of astral space, the parasite ceased to
exist.
Xelloss almost gave out just by trying to supress his screams. At least he
didn't have to restrain himself from fleeing. Zelgadis had already taken
care of that. But it was very difficult to hide his outright terror when
the chimera practically had his soul in the palm of his hand. Hell, terror
was just the beginning of what he should be feeling. There was a great
abyss where there should be--but don't think about that now. It was numb,
anyways.
Still, he perservered. If he didn't keep awake and alert for this next
part, everything would go to shit. He couldn't have that.
At least Zelgadis followed directions.
To pull back together what I removed things from. It was the final
task, wasn't it? Zelgadis would be glad to get it over with. But then, why
was he feeling apprehensive? He suddenly thought it might be that subtle
voice in the back of his mind that always seemed to whisper right before
danger struck. Could he hear that now? Maybe there was the faintest of
echoes...but no, only silence.
Still, something wasn't right...
I just killed Xelloss' link to his entire race, something so important
to mazoku that it actually engenders loyalty. Maybe it was too easy. Or
maybe...for some stupid reason, I'm guilty.
Zelgadis stood there in mental silence.
Nevertheless... He straightened up, pulling all of his senses into
complete alertness. To pull back together what I removed things from.
Xelloss couldn't stop himself from sighing aloud as he felt Zelgadis's
astral energy touch his own. Sealed away like this, and left with no link
to his race, it was very easy and terrible to feel alone. He felt Zelgadis
cradle him, wrap around him, weave through him just like the force that he
had so recently removed. It was unintentional. Zelgadis was merely trying
to mend Xelloss in the places where he had laid the mazoku's astral form
bare. Since he followed the empty areas where the energy had strung
through Xelloss, it wasn't surprising that he would end up weaving through
Xelloss in exactly the same way.
Exactly as Xelloss had planned it.
Zelgadis mended him, filled the hollow parts, melded the fresh parts with
the old, left him in a condition that the chimera probably thought to be
good as new. But Xelloss didn't let him leave it at that. He revealed a
new empty area before the chimera departed, and watched with something
like glee as Zelgadis repaired that just as he did all the other hollow
parts. Then the chimera withdrew, and Xelloss felt the loneliness oh so
much now, and he folded.
All Zelgadis knew was that at the end of it, when the mazoku fainted from
the ordeal, he looked far too satisfied.
* * *
Zelgadis sat up and sighed.
"Are you going to do that all night again?"
"I--I'm sorry..." Xelloss mumbled from the spot where he had
collapsed two nights ago. Zelgadis's bedroll was on the opposite side of
the cave.
"Don't worry about it. Just calm down and sleep it off." The
chimera rolled over and closed his eyes.
"I'm sorry Lord Ruby Eye...please forgive me..."
"..." Zelgadis's fists knotted up the blanket. Damned mazoku!
Why does he have to keep doing that!? He reluctantly pushed the
blanket away and stood up. He tripped on the blanket a little, cursed, and
then stalked over to where Xelloss lay.
The mazoku lay curled on the floor, completely unaware of Zelgadis or the
chimera's ire. All he did was mumble in that flat, low voice:
"Mistress Zelas--I'm such a poor servant...a disgrace..."
Zelgadis reached down to shake him, but hesitated. He really wasn't sure
if he wanted to touch Xelloss. It just seemed like a dangerous thing to
do. And besides--
I shouldn't be afraid of him! Not when he's like this, anyways!
Still, Xelloss did make a room creepier. Right as Zelgadis thought just
that, a wordless moan resonated through the mazoku's chest. It chilled
Zelgadis's blood. Under him, Xelloss rolled to the side, his body
trembling. His hands scrabbled blindly under him, as if searching...or
fleeing. His fingers snagged the edge of his own cape and clutched it,
pulling it closer, until he managed to hide under it.
"Please, I didn't mean to defy you...please..."
That's just pitiful. Zelgadis curled his fingers in his hair until
the strands kinked. Two days of this! What the hell is his problem?!
"Xelloss! Wake up!" Zelgadis drew his fingers into a fist as the
mazoku's delusions continued. His fist shook in sync with Xelloss' body.
"Come on already! I want to sleep!"
The only reply Zelgadis recieved was a whimper. It probably wasn't even in
response to him.
I can't put up with this. Not for two nights. I want to sleep!
Zelgadis forced himself to stay calm. Even if it might be possible to hurt
Xelloss now that he was in such a wretched state, it wouldn't be the right
thing to do. There had to be a non-violent way of solving this problem.
That's right. A solution that didn't involve tossing Xelloss down a cliff.
That might not even shut him up.
After a lot of thought, Zelgadis just picked the mazoku up, carried him
over to his own bedding, rolled him up in the blanket so tightly that he
couldn't move or be heard, and then plopped down where Xelloss had been
curled up before. He laid his head on the stone floor and slept in the
silence.
* * *
From the depths of sleep, Zelgadis could just barely feel the blanket
against him. It wasn't anything of concern to him, really. Signs of
impending danger would always rouse him from the deepest sleep. This was
just his blanket.
It wasn't until he began to wake up that he realized his blanket was with
Xelloss.
Zelgadis jerked awake and opened his eyes. He had been right. His blanket
was with Xelloss. But it just so happenned that Xelloss was with him.
The mazoku must have scooted over to Zelgadis while the chimera slept, or
perhaps rolled across the cave. He was still wrapped up tight in the
blanket, but he was quiet now. He must have finally fallen asleep.
Zelgadis didn't know why the mazoku had curled up next to him, but it
would explain why he wasn't as cold now as he had expected to be.
"Mrrrh..." A muffled yawn struggled out of the blanket.
Xelloss shifted slowly, vertigo keeping his motions sluggish and clumsy.
Where...what plane was he on now? It was so hard to tell now...impossible
to see...he could be on the 2nd level of truths, or was this one of the
higher sensory landscapes? They really shouldn't be percieved
individually...he really should have several selves now, each percieving
one plane in synchronicity, the layers stacking on top of each other and
forming one perfect image. Instead, he was seeing through the imperfect
lense of one plane, trying to imagine what the whole image was while only
seeing a sliver of it. Sense, was that what this plane was? Touch.
Shaking. He was falling? Rolling?! No, just shaking...being shook...being
shook by hands. By someone's hands. Who...
The plane of time rolled briefly before Xelloss' eyes. Ah. Zelgadis!
Zelgadis would be shaking him now.
Why was the chimera shaking him? Xelloss hadn't done anything to merit a
shake.
Zelgadis watched as Xelloss opened his eyes. Finally! "So, are you
really awake, or is this just the prelude to another 48 hours of
insanity?"
"I...huh?" The mazoku fidgeted in the blanket until his arm was
freed. He rubbed his eyes. "Wha?"
Zelgadis sighed. So he was going to be difficult. Great. "You were
blathering on and on for the last two days. I couldn't sleep at
night."
Xelloss looked ahead, his eyes bleary. "...Really?"
Zelgadis clenched his fist, and then had the sneaking premonition that he
would clench it quite a few more times today. Why was the mazoku being
such a big pain?! Was he still recovering from the bind spell? "Yes.
I had to wrap you up to muffle it. And to keep you from falling out of the
cave in your delirium."
"Wooooooooow." Xelloss sat for a minute, contemplating this
revelation. Then he tilted his head back and stared up at Zelgadis with
wide open eyes. "Heeeeeeeeeey."
"..." The chimera didn't know how to reply to that. He wasn't
even sure if he should be angrier or not. Finally, he bit. "Hey
what?"
Xelloss' eyes got even wider. "Heeeeeeeeeey Zelgadis!!" He broke
into a fit of giggles.
"..." Zelgadis had never before found it so difficult to resist
hurting someone. Then again, why didn't he hit Xelloss? Lina did it
all the time. He was a mazoku! Zelgadis couldn't hurt him!
...Well, not unless Xelloss told him how, and then sat around waiting for
it to happen.
He looked down at Xelloss. The mazoku was still laughing as if he had
heard something genuinely funny. Zelgadis began to wonder if the mazoku
really had recovered fully yet. He put his hand on Xelloss'
shoulder. "Xelloss? Xelloss!"
Xelloss couldn't hear Zelgadis. He was rising, rising up...falling! Rising
up...falling! A cacophany of color poured over him. Xelloss' eyes
dialated, parsing the colors. On one plane, sound could actually be made
visible through a unique spectrum. Sure enough, that was the spectrum he
was drowning in. He regarded the colors thoughtfully, translating them.
But he was slowly, only slowly thinking...he couldn't do it
faster...couldn't move twice at once...but the colors moved anyways. What
were the colors, the colors, the colors...he knew that color, knew the
sound of that color...
Zelgadis walked away, giving up on his guest for a moment. He could figure
him out after he made breakfast.
"Oh. I was laughing."
Zelgadis whirled around. Xelloss had an incredibly serious expression on
his face.
The chimera paused for a moment, then walked back to Xelloss. This was
getting...weird. He knelt beside the mazoku. "Hey."
Xelloss whirled to face him. "Zelgadis, that joke isn't funny
anymore!"
Zelgadis got up and returned to his cooking equipment. He didn't say
another word until he had finished his breakfast.
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