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10 11 NOTES: I’m going to rush through posting these. They’re so…dark. Sniff.
Don’t kill me peoples. ^^; It’ll be all happy joy joy romancey stuff
again eventually. (err it never really was, though, was it? ^^;;;; )
“GOUURY!” Lina’s scream interrupted Zelgadiss’ enjoyment of the
death energy. He glanced up; there was that little flame, rushing to
the side of her dead blonde. He was surprised the girl could tell it
was him, considering what little remained.
It was indeed a gruesome sight. There was the redhead, crouched beside
the bloody bed, grasping at the bits of flesh that lay about. Her hands
were covered in the crimson liquid, and she hid her face in a slightly
less saturated piece of blanket.
Then there was the chimera, naked and lying to the side of the body,
also splattered in the blonde’s blood. Something seemed wrong to him
about this situation, but he couldn’t quite place his finger on it. At
least her emotions tasted delicious. “Gou-gourry. Gourry…” The girl
just continued saying his name. He almost pitied her as she picked up a
disconnected lock of his golden hair. Her horror-stricken, soulless
face lifted to watch her hand feel the softness of the lock. Soon it
wasn’t blonde anymore at all; she had covered it with his blood.
But no, pity was a thing he didn’t feel. Right? His master told
him he didn’t need to feely. Oy. Or guilt. And these strange memories
trying to resurface, memories of fighting side by side with Lina—and
Gourry—were fake. And his master was always right. Always. But the look
in her eyes when she happened to look up into his; despair, fear,
hopelessness. Emptiness. That wasn’t the fiery Lina he knew. Or, no,
the Lina that was in his fake memories. He started to feel not just
guilty, but horrified at what he had done.
“Lina-san, what’s happening?” And then up came innocent little
Amelia, the untarnished Seyruun princess. She rushed in to help with a
worried expression on her face, and stopped, horrified. “Gourry-san?!
Zel-zelgadiss-san, did you do this?”
He couldn’t bare it. Even if his memories of these people were
fake, he couldn’t bare to see them so…hurt. It hurt him to see them
like this. He sat up, and was about to phase out, when—
“Going somewhere?” A hand grasped his arm. A nice, familiar hand,
but one that seemed to y day danger. He was yanked out of the bed, onto
the floor. Purple, slitted eyes glared down at him. He didn’t want
those eyes to glare. He wanted them to smile at him, he wanted to be
the one to make those eyes happy. “I’ll deal with this, Lina, Amelia.”
They didn’t respond.
The hand carried Zelgadiss away into another room, probably somewhere
else in the inn. He was thrown onto the floor. “Who are you, and what
have you done with Zelgadiss?!”
The man gave him a mighty kick, ae fle flew across the room. He hit the
edge of a drawer hard; it collapsed, and the edge managed to make its
way through his skull. He bled. This, this was the terror his master
had told him about. Xelloss was there to kill him. He forced any ideas
of a comforting, loving Xelloss out of his mind.
“I am Zelgadiss,” he hissed, staring with defiance into the enemy’s purple eyes. But when he met them, he began to remember…
“I really do love you.” That was him. That was him. He was Zelgadiss! These memories felt too real to be fake.
“You know, I think I love you, too.” That was him, Xelloss. He had
said that. It felt too real, too much a part of himself, for it to be a
lie.
But that same voice hissed at him, those same purple slitted eyes
glared at him with all their wrath, “You are not Zelgadiss. Zelgadiss
would never do something like that to Gourry. Tell me, what have you
done with him?”
“Wait, Xelloss,” he said. “Stop. It’s me.” He struggled to st He He was naked; how embarrassing.
“Your master didn’t even attempt to make your aura seem like
Zelgadiss’,” Xelloss snorted. Zelgadiss could taste a huge amount of
anger coming off of the Mazoku; it fed him, but it did not please him.
He didn’t want Xelloss to be angry at him. Not to mention, Xelloss
looked ready to kill him.
He didn’t want Xelloss, his lover, to be the one to kill him.
Xelloss unleashed a small ball of energy, just enough to send Zelgadiss
into spasms. The chimera fell to the ground again, wriggling, writhing
in pain. Xelloss seemed to wince at that, but he prepared another
energy ball. He hissed again, “Where is Zelgadiss? Tell me and I might
let you live.” Xelloss, Zelgadiss thought, don’t do this. It’s me,
Zelgadiss.
As soon as he stopped writhing, he squeaked out, “I’m right here… Xelloss, stop, please!”
Xelloss paused, and for a moment the anger was gone from his eyes.
But it returned. “I don’t believe you. How DARE you take his form! How
DARE you sully his name!”
“But Xelloss,” Zelgadiss said hoarsely, “It’s me. Can’t you tell?”
The anger dissipated. Xelloss looked down at the pitiful, bleeding
form of his former lover. “Zel-zelgadiss?” he blinked. He leaned down,
peering into the sapphire eyes. “Zelgadiss?! Is that you?”
This was his chance. All he had to do was kill him, now, and his
master would be happy. His master would bring him back. His master
would tell him what was wrong, why these strange memories were taking
hold. She would explain everything, and she would reward him. And she
would be happy. And all this confusion in his mind would end. Wouldn’t
that be good?
But…but…
I love you. As he looked into those purple slitted eyes, he
started to realize where he was. He was still on that path, more or
less, that path in the fog. He had never come out of it. But at the
same time, he was being pulled out. Xelloss was rescuing him through
their strange bond. He was being pulled back into himself, back into
reality. Here he was, on the floor, in the arms of his love.
“Zelgadiss,” Xelloss said. “It is you. Oh no, Ruby-eye, I hurt
you! I hurt you ag No! No! Zelgadiss, please forgive me, please, please
forgive me.” The Mazoku held the gory chimera close, and his tears
mingled with blood.
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