In the Library

In The Library

As the doors to the library shut behind her she could sense him…his power and his strength…it was obvious…he was here…and he wasn’t going to let her leave.

“No turning back now…” She thought. “Xion…I…. I will find you.”
There she stood, Saria, daughter of the great Professor Billiard Mizuki. A beautiful young American-English woman; with light brown hair and brown eyes to match her fair skinned complexion. Dressed in a small, black leather jacket with a short-cut light pink colored blouse with the leggings to match wearing a flimsy, black short skirt and small black boots to go with the ensemble.

As she tried to walk further into the deep, dark library she froze herself dead in her tracks, only to have second thoughts on her mission.
“What if…what if I can’t find him…what if he finds me…?”She paused thinking of the hell he would put her through if he found her. “God…this place…this…it used to be my refuge…a place…a place where I could escape from reality and live in a world of wonder and mystery…where new uncharted lands and adventures awaited to be discovered…UH?!!” Tensing up from the sounds of the thunder she heard from outside.
“Rain…great…” She mumbled as she walked pass the window, seeing the rain falling to the ground.
“XION!” She called to him. “I! I know you’re in here! SO…So just…just come out…! I promise you…if you…if you don’t come out now…I’ll…I’ll come in there after you…!” She yelled out, becoming more frightened by the minute as she heard noises coming from the other side of the room.
“Ha…ha…ha…I’d love to see you try…” Said Xion in a disturbing and haunting voice.
“Xion…Ugh?!” She said startled as she bumped into the book cart that was filled with books on the paranormal, and the undead.
“Damn librarian…disorganized son of a…” She trailed off while she was placing the books back on the cart only to stop and sense him, as if he was right next to her.
“XION?!” She yelled as she quickly turned around only to be surrounded by the fifth bookshelf, this one full of books on ancient Egypt.
“Nonsense…all of it…”she said as she ignored the disorganized pile of literature and continued on with her mission.

As she advanced further into the dark and empty library, Xion’s presence became even stronger to her. She could sense his powerful energy level, his zoanthrope energy level was continuously rising but his own human energy was decreasing.
“Xion…where are you…?” She asked now in an almost concerned tone of voice.
“Here…with you…my temptress…” Said Xion in his raunchy voice.
“Wha………………..?” Standing stiff in here place as she gathered herself, trying her best to remain calm, trying to resist her racing heart beat.
“Stop searching…” Replied Xion.
“…I can’t…” Said Saria regretfully.
“It’s hopeless…” Said Xion calmly.
“No…I won’t stop…” She countered as she strategically scouted the remainder of the library for the weary fighter.
“If you don’t stop now…you’ll regret it…”
“…No…Xion…”
“I’ll find you…I’ll find you myself…”
“No…no Xion…I…If I stop now…if I don’t find you…you’ll…huh?”
She said as she continued up the path of the library heading towards the staircase.
“…Blood, no…paint…?” She wondered as she moved towards the railing. She stopped at the red colored railing of the stairs. The rails were originally a bright mahogany color, but this, this color was exceptionally vivid, and almost diluted, compared to the originally polished rails she knew. As she placed her hand on the rails she allowed her hand to glide upwards, and across it to help her to figure out if her estimation was correct.
As she pulled her hand away from the rail she watched as the “paint” slowly gathered on her hand.
“So dark…and warm… so full of vitality and radiance…oh no…” She said as she began to figure out the mystery behind the bloodstained stair rails.
“This blood…it…it belongs to Xion…but…but how…?” I just…it doesn’t make any sense as to how this…this could happen…Michael…Uranus…” She thought as she remembered the battle between Xion and his sister, Mercy, A.K.A. Uranus.
“Both were severely injured…Xion was about to take the initiative…but Michael…he…he risked his life to protect her…UGHH!!!” DAMN-IT!” Although a mere zoanthrope…Michael Cunningham…Brian…a…ughh…an entity far more powerful…a…a Dark Angel…a being composed of light and darkness…I…I even placed myself in his way…to…to protect Xion…my…my love…my…my friend…my…my love?” She asked herself as she considered her own emotions towards her mutual and moral respect for her friends and then the very man that has caused her so much pain.
“…God…who am I kidding…?!” She asked as she realized the truth against her own positive intuition to protect the “enemy”.
“Despite my eccentric chivalry…Brian risked his own life…his life…to stop Xion…to…to stop me…me…from saving him…conserving his evil…” She thought as she remembered the mistakes she had made in the past regarding Xion.
“Still…Xion…you’re…your still human…you shouldn’t…you shouldn’t have to die…no…not for that… not for having a soul…” She said with her eyes shut tightly remembering the difficult times they endured together to witness the greater outcome.
“Brian…Michael Cunningham…he risked his own life to protect and liberate the love of his life…Angelic, from her own Zoanthrope powers as “Uranus” and from her brother…Xion…from his destructive powers…using…using that instant death move…that…that…FATALITY!” She said remembering the initiative phrase used to summon the attack.
“Relentless…no…no that’s not…Eternal…Eternal Torment!” She said opening her eyes wide to realize how correct she was, sensing the consistent drop in Xion’s energy level.
“That move…that fatality is considered as a sacrifice…the user sacrifices his or her power for a successful release of his or her own hatred for the opponent in hopes for a successful fusion with the attack and the enemy itself…” She remembered, still sneaking around in the library, searching for Xion.
“Once used the person who summoned the attack reverts back to their original form…the influential pieces to the attack…Mercy and Xion…one is spared and placed in the arms…the arms of the concentrated…Michael…and the enemy is left for…Oh No…” She said breaking her train of thought now realizing what must be done to save Xion’s life.
“…Although they both live as a sacrifice…for proof of his love…for her he decides to use a fatality move on Xion just to make her happy! Just to satisfy his lover he plays Russian roulette with Xion’s life!”
“Damn…and I was brought here…HERE… to a fuckin library…by the great “Adel”…that treacheress, deceitful vampire type Zoanthrope…her buddy…”Hell Fire”…another vampire…displaying power more related to Akasha…and even Uranus herself…just to find and kill him…to…to kill me…?!”
“Dear God…!” How?! How could I be so stupid…? So…so naive?!” Ugh…” She thought sighing heavily realizing the fault of her mistakes.

Enraged by the female Zoanthropes and their deceitful speculations.
“No…I can’t, I…I won’t do it!” I won’t kill him!”
“How could you not…?” Replied Xion in a fused, muffled voice.
“What?! Uranus?! Xion…?! Asked Saria as she stared blankly at the left and then to the right of the library walls, listening to Xion’s new voice.
“Ha…ha…ha…pitiful little girl…” Replied the fused voice of Xion and his sister, Angelic.
“Stop it! Stop this Mercy! PLEASE?! She begged sensing Xion’s energy decrease continuing at an alarming rate due to her taking possession of her brother and his body.
“Ha…what if I don’t want to?” She asked in a cynical voice.
“I’ll…I’ll make you…!” Saria answered back in an unsure and somewhat confident voice.
“Ha…ha…its just…so interesting…my beloved brother only lives because of you…”
“What…what do you mean, Because of me…he lives…?” She questioned.
“Ha…ha…it is his secret…his own sinful desire…perhaps even admiration…”
“Admiration…?” She wondered.
“Hmph…for you…” She replied discussed.
“What…no…No WAY!” She said in disbelief.
“You doubt it…?” Hmph…such stupid human perspicacity…quite predictable really…”
“…It is…?” She asked sarcastically.
“You and my brother…you two have a bond…a bond that only you two can figure out…and understand…” She said as she revealed herself, as Uranus, to Saria in a holographic state.
“Enough games Uranus…!”
“My…my…tough cookie now aren’t we…?”
“You…you stay away from him! You will contaminate him no longer! The games have ended!”
“Perhaps…or have they just begun…?”
“Huh…Xion…his…his energy…its still decreasing…! Uranus?!
“HA…HA…your SO SIMPLE-MINDED!”
“You heartless bitch!” She said enraged attempting to attack Uranus thinking she is standing in front of her in her physical form.
“Your trivial insults mean nothing to me you foolish girl!” She said as she shoved Saria back with her ESP onto the floor.
“You’ll pay…” She said picking herself up from off the floor.
“Ha…that’s what they all say…” She said taunting Saria as she disappeared.
“There’s got to be another way!” She thought as she walked to the left of the second floor library, stopping at books on Shakespeare and other liturgical genius.
“Pha…ha…if only there was…” She muttered hysterically, still in a sarcastic tone, mocking Saria’s savvy.
“I won’t do it…I’m not going to hurt him…”-“You must kill me Saria…”
“…No…no Xion…” She said frightened and concerned as she heard Xion’s voice sounding frail and even more fragile than it did before.
“There is no other alternative…there…ugh…He paused as more of his own energy was being taken away from him watching his own blood seep out from his current internal wound. “There is…there is no other way…” He finished sounding uncaring and almost remorseful of his current situation.
As she pleaded with Xion who kept countering her heartfelt pleads to not harm him she lost her train of thought when something he told her long ago interrupted. “No…I can’t…” “Something I want…” “…What…?”
“C’mon Saria!!!” Xion yelled.
“NO! DAMN-IT XION! UGHH!!! She yelled back at him, frustrated with his unwavering torment.
“I told you…more than once already…I don’t want to-“It doesn’t matter…” He said finally revealing himself to her.
“Xion…” She said remorsefully as she backed away from Xion seeing him looking drained of almost all of his energy with his arm covering his lower abdomen indicating his favor for an obscure injury.
“Xion…I…I don’t want to-“I don’t give a damn about what you want to do…and you shouldn’t either…!”
“Why…? Why shouldn’t I care…? Why shouldn’t I care if once again I go on with a mission that will only result in the death of another innocent human being…?”
“Innocent…? Pha…that’s a first…Saria…you really are a fool to think of me as a guiltless human being…even to think of me…at all…” He said stopping to realize how forgiving Saria was being.
“…Xion…-Don’t start that…” He interrupted, trying to ignore her gentle voice.
“Do you know what you are Saria? Huh? Do you?” He questioned as he looked into her eyes.
“…No…” She said in an immature tone of voice.
“…Hmph…ignorant little girl…the same as I’ve always known…” He remarked indifferently to her reply.
“The same…?” She questioned him innocently advancing closer to him.
“…Yes…you haven’t changed…your still…still…still the same penitent…considerate…lenient…” He stopped as he realized how close Saria was to him.
“…Saria…?” He questioned as he felt Saria slip her arms around his waist.
“I don’t need your sympathy…nor…nor do I want it…” He said as he slowly eased Saria off of him only to have her back in his embrace again.
“Then…what do you want…?” She asked in a voice full of curiosity and sexual influence.
“…For you to understand something…” He said motioning her to keep away from him.
She backed away from him into a corner not too far away from him to keep a close eye on him and his movements.
“You…you are a zoanthrope…the…the”-“The Unborn…” She interrupted as Xion stared at her angrily for making such a fast and unwise assumption on her true beast form.
“…You little…” He muttered, wanting to curse at her for her quick reply and slick grin that followed it.
“…Don’t make such uncanny and peculiar indications…there maybe some sort of equivalence between us…but…its nothing…nothing that you can use to consider us as stalemates…do you understand…?” He declared callously.
“…Okay Xion…” She agreed, sounding sad, hoping that the bond between them lolled within they’re beast forms.
He turned his back on her for the moment, he knew there was something about her that he admired, he just didn’t know what. But he knew one way or the other he would find out.
“…Xion…?” She questioned him softly, placing her right hand on his left shoulder, trying to get his attention, wanting to turn him around to face her. As she did he refused to face her, seeing for herself that Xion saw her out the corner of his eyes she backed off as she heard him mutter curse words at her in German, obviously trying to threaten her with his vulgar phrases.
“…Don’t call me that…” She countered.
“Hmph…you can speak different languages…?” He asked in his usual ill-mannered and cynical voice.
“…I know I’m a bitch…but I’m not a damn whore.” She replied.
“…Well…aren’t you clever…”
“I’ll tell you what though…if you want to insult some one…how about your sister…?”
“…Hmph…insults don’t cause any mental pain or stress to her…she just laughs them off…”
“…Your sister…she was my friend…I…I trusted her…”
“…Hmph…figures…girls always stick together…that was your biggest mistake…but…that’s the only reason why you are here…”
“…Yeah…I believed what she… Uranus…Adel…and Hell Fire told me…about you…that your malicious…self-centered…heartless…intolerable…manipulative…even…even- “And you should continue believing in them.” He interrupted.
“NO! NO!! NO!!! I REFUSE!!!!” She cried, inadvertently attacking him, using her hands as her primary weapons.
“WHY?!” She asked. “SARIA?!!” Yelled Xion as he tried to restrain her but nearly failed to do so as she managed to land a few swift blows across his face, finally being able to hold Saria by her wrists and place her in-front of him only to begin feeling an unknown emotion, one he hadn’t felt for anyone since he was saved by Alice Tsugami back at the third annual Zoanthrope fighting tournament, a strong sense of consideration even compassion for the weak-hearted mortal that stood helplessly in-front of him.
“…Tears…tears…” He said with guilt but than with an immediate tone of disdain. His wicked smile soon changed to a concerned frown as he watched her tears continuously stream down her face.
“…Why…?” She began in a meek sounding voice. “Why…don’t you believe me…?” Gripping him by his arms, trying to regain what little composure she might have left.
“Believe you…?” What is there…what is there to believe Saria…?” He asked her forlornly, staring back at her with his cold, blue eyes.
“…Aren’t you human Xion…? Don’t you…? Don’t you have a heart…a…a soul?!” She asked in a demanding and still rueful tone of voice.
“…A heart…pha…a soul…Do you really…can you honestly look into my eyes and tell me that I…that you think I am actually human…? That, that I am moral? That I have a soul…a conscious…? Do you have the heart to lie to me like that Saria?” Now confronting her, trying to keep her in that one corner of the library.
“…I don’t have to tell you anything…this is something that you…that you already know…” She said knowing now Xion is up to something, as she easily slipped out of the corner of the room.
“…What am I to you Saria?” He questioned out of his own curiosity.
“What?” She asked confused.
“What am I worth to you?”
“…I…I don’t understand…” She said trying to play dumb with him.
“There is a strange bond between us…maybe…between our powers as Zoanthropes…or even…even as mortals…humans…I…I don’t understand it…but you…you are the reason for why I continue to live on this Earth.”
“I understand what your saying Xion…Uranus…your sister…she said that…that you are alive only because of me…like as if I allow you to live…to live your life as a human but as a Zoanthrope in secret…as a…”-“As a monster…” He interrupted, trying to get to the point of Saria’s statement.
“No Xion you don’t…you don’t understand…”
“Saria as a Zoanthrope you only have one mission…as a “Mecha Zoanthrope” your only task is to do as I have done, annihilate your enemies and take they’re lives…they’re souls they’re”- “They’re crests…?” She asked, interrupting once again to get to the point of the question.
“Yes…they’re crests…as your own.”
“So many innocent lives Xion…”She reminded him. “Not mine…!” Yelled Xion as he grabbed Saira by her arms tightly, refusing to let go of her, doing some internal damage to her body with his overwhelming powers.
“XION?! WHAT ARE YOU?!!! She said as she struggled with Xion sensing him using his own internal abilities as “The Unborn” to aggravate her into using her own powers of unyielding devastation.
“ARGH!! STOP! YOUR! YOUR HURTING ME! LET! LET GO!!” She begged, as she tried to fight him off, feeling his fingers bury deeper into her arms sensing the immediate pain he distributed, feeling them becoming small knives that willingly punctured the material of her leather jacket and then her delicate arms.
“Ha-ha…your such a fool…” He remarked as he watched her continue to struggle and then finally release herself from his grip as he heard her let out a slight scream from the sudden pain she felt as she forced herself to be ripped from his sharp grasp.
“Let me make this crystal clear to you Saria…there are two different types of evil in this world, prime evil…and moral evil…” These two types correspond perfectly to the original sense of “good and evil” the stuff that makes earth seem like heaven with a slice of hell in between…” He said as he prepared himself to get into a real physical confrontation with Saria who of which looked more than ready to defend herself from Xion’s lethal attacks, as he lashed out at her.
“…And let me guess…you and I we aren’t of the same kind…?” She asked now mocking him in his exact same tone of voice, trying to annoy him while attempting to land a hard blow across his face with a closed fist, only to have it countered by a swift kick to her stomach.
“Hmph…clever bitch…” Grinning at her evilly as he watched her slowly get back up from the attack, favoring her rib cage.
“That’s what your used to doing…” She countered as she elbowed him in the face and quickly kicked him in his mid-section, watching him stumble and then fall flat on his ass as he tripped over several improperly placed stack of Encyclopedia Britannica books, backing into a book shelf full of atlas’, dictionaries and other various sources of information.
“Arghh…” He complained. “Damn books…” As he covered his head looking up for the moment to make sure no other books were about to fall on his head. “Damn librarian…! Curse you! You!!! Argh…” Feeling the sudden pain in his back. “Stupid bastard…” He remarked as he tried to clear his head and focus more on Saria, who he had already started a duel with.
“When I…when I’m through with you, I swear I’ll find that son of a bitch and make him wish he never immigrated over to America…UGHH!!!” He exclaimed as he fell back to the floor as he felt an alarming sense of pain in his gut, noticing a heavy book seemingly lodged into his stomach.
“Ha…I knew you’d fall for me!” She said deriding Xion as she watched him suffer with the twelve-pound dictionary that she had thrown at him for his previous actions towards her.
“Argh…I can’t stand you…!”
“Bitch and moan…bitch and moan…” She sighed sarcastically, wanting to laugh at him for whining like a little child. “Is that all you can do?” She asked deriding him again, as she went to punch him only to be tricked and shoved directly into the bookcase Xion had bumped into a few seconds ago.
“You have NO idea of what I am capable of!” He said as he grabbed her by the base of her neck and twisted her right arm behind her back.
“…Then…why don’t…” She muttered as she struggled to find a way out of his hold.
“Why don’t I what…?” He asked mocking her in a conniving and seductive tone of voice.
“…Show me what you’re made of…!” She yelled as she elbowed him with the free arm.
“Fine! But you’ll live to regret it!” He said as the battle continued.
“Xion!” She yelled as he drove her into they’re own modified version of “Counter mode”. Because Saria and Xion know each-others moves by heart they can easily anticipate, block and counter each move with perfection.
After ten minutes of collected countering, pushing, shoving and intense bodily interaction, Xion is the one to take the aggressive role and halt the fight by using his “Crimson Lutanic” attack to knock her off balance and in one attack slams her up against the library book check out desk!
“AH-SHIT…!” She muttered out loud as her back arched up as she stood from the previous attack.
“You bastard…!” She muttered as she rubbed her sore back.
“Pha…isn’t that what you are…?”
“Excuse me…what did you say…?” She asked now in a concerned and snotty tone of voice.
“Perhaps you really don’t know who your mother is…or were you really born out of wed lock?” Deriding her to the fullest using a modified English accent, disrespecting her nationality.
“You stupid…”-“That’s it…go on…continue to fight with me…” He said as he locked both her arms behind her back, forcing her towards him.
“You’ll get the point of your mission eventually my sexy tormenter…” “…Xion…” She muttered softly, sighing unconsciously as she felt the tip of Xion’s fingers move slowly down the left side of her face.
“I can’t…I can’t do this to her…” He thought as he continued to gently touch her face watching and sensing her immediate satisfaction.
“…Uh…no…this…” She breathed as she felt Xion’s fingers becoming sharp little weapons again, provoking her into powering herself up to use her intentional abilities.
“You know why you’re here…don’t you…?” He asked again.
“Xion…I…I can’t…”
“You don’t have a choice…” He reminded her as he released her from his embrace. “I warned you before that are paths would cross again…DIDN’T I?!” He yelled as he shoved her away from him, into another area of the library, this time near a desk that was covered with a few history books, and several geology books. As she got back up Xion lunged forward, trying to restrain her, but to no avail, as she kicked him again in his stomach. But Xion was the dominant one, as she kicked him off of her all Xion did was regain his balance and in one shot finished her off with a simple back hand attack that knocked Saria off her feet and into the northern bookshelf. As she struggled to sit herself up, she felt herself being lifted off the floor and onto her feet, only to stare into the sardonic eyes of the man that had just handed her a hasty and progressively painful defeat.
“Happy now…?” She mumbled, knowing that he would eventually defeat her, and then afterwards rub it in her face.
“Hmph…almost…ugh…ha-ha…” He replied as he suffered from his own instinctive actions, trying to laugh it off as Michael, A.K.A. “The Dark Angel’s”, attack was finally taking effect.
“…Your…your loosing strength…why…?” She asked as she felt both of Xion’s human and primal energy levels dropping at a considerate rate.
“You can…you can thank your friend…Cunningham…for that…” He replied harshly and seemingly out of breath.
“…Oh no…that fatality move…”Eternal Torment”-“Its true that it requires the hatred of the user…but…it requires the hatred of the executioner as well…” He replied as he refused to let Saria out of his sight by gripping her by her arms.
“With the…pardoning of the user…or whoever influenced the summoning of the attack…” She said remembering the full purpose of the move.
“Do it!” Commanded Xion as he released Saria, placing himself in front of her, hoping for the enforced attack.
“What…what are you doing Xion?!”
“I told you…you…we made a vow…a promise…that…that under any circumstances that if our paths were to cross again…the final outcome would be that you would do away with me! FOR GOOD…ONCE…once and for all…!”
“Xion…not all promises…- “Not all promises are meant to be kept…” He interrupted. “…And not all promises are meant to be broken either…” She answered back, only to be left starring at him mystified and full of compassion, simply because he showed some sort of human emotion. Proving that he had held onto almost every word of importance that she had ever spoken to him.
“Xion I…”- She started only to be proved wrong of her feelings of sympathy for her enemy as Xion’s influential might forced her to change her hand into a dagger, a considerably untainted and straightforward weapon that she could use to kill him.
“You despise me…disrespect me…just like your friends and family members do…” He said with passion in his voice as he held her by the arms, not allowing her to leave him.

She could do nothing but listen to him, everything he had just said was true, she really did hate him, but still she couldn’t help but feel pity for him, considering his bad history.
“No I…” She said in a weak and playful voice. “No I…I don’t hate you…”-“You don’t have to lie to me Saria…I know how you feel…”
“You…of-course you do…” She said realizing one part of the intellectual bond between them.
“Of all the people on this earth that have no kind of love or respect for me…its you…YOU…Saria Mizuki…a naive…immature…irritating…” He trailed off as he lost himself in her brown eyes.
“…What is it…?” She asked in her usually authentic and beautiful voice.
“Saria…” He muttered regretfully, having trouble looking at her in an honest way knowing he was going to go along with his sinful intentions, to steal her innocence away from her.
“You hate me…with all your heart…your soul…with a passion…don’t you…?” He asked seductively as his grip on her arms tightened, sensing a definite increase of fear of him as he held her closer to him.
“…I would be lying if I said I didn’t…” She replied softly with a strong and honest sense of uncertainty.
“Saria…” He sighed. “You’re making this difficult…” He said as he watched her open her mouth ready to defend herself, only to have her silenced as he placed his index finger on her lips. He smiled at her as he watched the threat of exhaustion settle in on her. Her eyelids became heavy, still with his index finger on her lips he watched her lips part as if she wanted to say something to him but couldn’t.

To his dismay he shrugged at himself, he was actually ashamed at himself for wanting to take the virginity of such a beautiful and intelligent young woman away. With Saria still in his grasp he was now left pondering with his emotions and moral values once again.
“…Xion…?” She asked; her soothing, feminine voice now being too much for Xion, although he wanted her in such an evil way he couldn’t bear the thought of violating her. As he tried to resist his primordial urges for her, he did his best to force Saria off of him only to be tested again as he felt Saria grip his own arms and instantly wrap her arms around his waste, hugging him, holding him, refusing to let him go.
“…Ugh…” He sighed heavily as he began to compromise with her. “I thought…” Pausing as he looked into her eyes. “I thought I told you I didn’t want your pity…” He said pushing her off of him.
“…So then…tell me Xion…” She said ignoring his ill-fated desire to have her as far away from him as possible, standing close enough to him to feel her body press up against his own.
“What do you want…?” She asked in a conniving and sexy voice becoming bold and specific by every second.

Looking into her eyes and listening to the distinctive tone in her voice he knew that she was on to him. He frowned at her as she starred back at him with the most intriguing expression on her face, as if to say “I know what you’re thinking, too scared to tell me?”
He became enraged and annoyed with Saria as he moaned to himself in disgrace, listing to her laugh at him, intentionally mocking him acting as if she knows the truth behind Xion’s purpose. Getting tired of having to endure her cocky little laugh in rage he slams her up against the right wall of the library, smacking some sense into her, getting her to realize his true intentions. She gasped with her eyes wide open as she starred at Xion in astonishment and now officially frightened of him and his aggressive nature.

“YOU…YOU THINK THAT THIS IS SOME SORT OF GAME?!” He asked in a thunderous and serious voice, one that actually drew more fear into her heart. She stood there, cornered, and afraid of him, she was actually shaking, quivering realizing the real insight behind his authority over her.
“You really have NO IDEA…of what I am really capable of do you…? DO YOU?!” He asked again in his harsh tone of voice successfully frightening her, making her see him as the malicious and merciless person he has always been, simply by violently shoving her again, this time up against the west wall. Causing instant grief as he heard cry out in displeasure from his brutal assault.
“Not laughing anymore huh? It’s not a game to you any longer now is it Saria?” Asking her in a devious and wounding tone of voice not showing her any remorse as tears began to fall slowly down her face. Causing her to fear for her life as he released her for the moment, as she backed away from him.
“What do you…WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!” She asked panicky and anxious, whipping the tears from her face as she continued to back away and finally after seconds of hesitation take off running from him only in those same precious seconds to be stopped by him, to be restrained, and restricted of movement as he gripped her wrists tightly.
“So…maybe you aren’t as empty-headed as both my sister I and have come to speculate…” He said mockingly as Saria gasped in alarm, perhaps finally realizing what is about to happen to her.
“…Xion…no…please…please stop…” She begged as Xion brought himself closer to her, tightening his grip on her wrists attempting to cut off some of her circulation.
“Are you scared now…?” He asked seeing the obvious fear in her eyes.
“No…please…PLEASE LET GO?!!” She begged and whined as she realized his grip was becoming even more difficult to get out of as she struggled to free herself.
“You had your chance…I gave you the opportunity to leave here a free woman…succeeding in your mission…being able to become stronger than you ever was before…relieving yourself…and others of your now current situation…but I guess…I guess what you want doesn’t matter to you any longer…” He said in a soothing yet vengeful voice as he watched her continue to struggle but soon settle down, seeking no other alternative but to relax and deal with the predetermined agony that was about to fall upon her.
“What do you want…?” She asked in an insecure and timid tone of voice.
“What do I want…?” He mocked her, smiled at her wickedly, kissing her forehead only to see her tremble at his slightest touch.
“My love…” He said as he slowly kissed her on her face. “…My greatest desire…” He continued as he moved from her face to her lips then to the right side of her neck. “…All I want…is…” He paused as he watched her eyes close, as if she was entranced by his voice, maybe even by his actions.
“…You...” She trembled again as he whispered this now obvious desire into her right ear. His lips felt warm and exact as he continued to kiss her on the left and right side of her neck. She sighed in spontaneous pleasure as he continued kissing her on her neck; feeling his soft, silver hair, brush gently across her face kissing the bare base of it feeling his hands and fingers comb through her hair and glide down her back wrapping his arms around her waist immediately as he brought her closer to him. As she tried to separate herself from Xion’s grasp, before she could speak out she felt his lips on hers. Strong and demanding just like him. She moaned again in a mellow soft tone against his lips realizing the seriousness of her situation. While being locked in his passionate kiss he finally gave her some sort of free movement as he released her from his current arm lock hold. She was compelled to push him away but as she felt his embrace become definite and seemingly more persistent she could feel her arms slowly falling to her sides as he motioned her over to the other side of the room. Sensing she wasn’t giving in to his superiority with his hand gripping her neck he aggressively slammed her up against the south sidewall of the library, laughing at her as he heard her mutter something that sounded low but incoherent and almost desperate as he continued to touch and kiss her.
“Xion…no…” She said in a pleading tone sensing her determination deteriorating as she felt his cold, crude hands on the sides of her shoulders slowly pulling off her leatherjacket. She started shivering again as she started to comprehend Xion and his objective for being here.
“…Xion…?” She asked in a hesitant tone of voice that changed into a faint cry as he went back to kissing her neck. Feeling him like this, his lips, his body weight on her like that, Saria knew it wasn’t right but with him being so dominant and becoming even more forceful by the minute she had no intention on doing anything about it. Again she yelled out in alarm this time upon the influential restraint Xion placed on her right arm.
“He’s so strong…so…insistent …” She thought as she felt Xion wrap his right arm around her waist to bring her closer to him again, gripping her right wrist against the wall as he continued to search her.
“I can’t allow this…” She thought as she felt Xion’s right hand ride up her back into the inside of her shirt, feeling her skin, continuously massaging her lower and upper back. Although secretly she was enjoying his every touch she knew she couldn’t let this continue. As Xion forced his heated desire on her Saria finally put a short halt to his seduction, summoning the strength to slightly push him off of her, she gripped both his arms and looked into his eyes, full of adrenaline she watched him breathe heavily watching as his eyes shifted from the sight of her legs to her thighs, ones that were already being touched by his left hand as she released that arm from her grip.

She glanced at him only for moment but was soon mesmerized by his strength as she felt her shirt starting to rip from the seams as Xion pulled and tugged on the flimsy material of the top itself, whipping her around and forcing her over to one of the desks. As she struggled to keep him off of her she was forced to submit to him as he twisted her right arm behind her back.
“STOP!!!” She whined, laughing in an almost playful tone of voice as Xion continued to control her, she was surprised again by his actions as he picked her up off her feet and in an instant placed her on top of a desk, that was set with oddly arranged history books.
“…Why are you doing this…?” She asked anxiously, unconsciously beginning to lust after him as she began to appreciate his every advancement, coming up short in breath as she felt Xion pin her down by her wrists. Surprised at herself for obeying Xion’s signal on not to move as he kept his grasp tight on her left arm he used his left hand to toy with her. Again she sighed involuntarily as his fingers moved down her neck, breathing calmly as she felt his index and middle finger flow evenly down till she felt his whole hand glide across her breasts.
“…Xion…tell me…” She said in a desperate and lustful tone of voice.
“What…?” He asked in a subtle immoral tone of his own as he started to unbutton her blouse.
“This isn’t fair…” She uttered to him as she grabbed his left arm only to her dismay to use it to pull him closer to her instead of off of him like she was suppose to do.
“…This…this was never meant to be fair…” He continued to say as he used his left hand to rub on her chest, listing to her moan favorably at times in response to his contact.
“No…stop…don’t…don’t do this…” She said as she staggered on her own words as he continued to sexually harass her. She gasped in anticipation as she felt Xion place his left hand on her right leg.
“This is it…this is what he wants…?” She wondered as Xion forced his lips on her again, still with his left hand on her right thigh, mischievously, slowly pulling her skirt up, unbuttoning the small button that was sewn in the upper right hand corner of the little dress. “Me…like this…naïve…and so…so helpless…” She thought to herself breathlessly. She screamed again as she felt his hand on her bare thigh.
“…A thong…?” She thought nervously as she felt his hand roam around her bare backside. “…Why would I be dumb enough to wear a thong…? And on this night!” She opened her eyes wide to see the string of the thong dangle at her immediate right. It was off. She knew it and so did Xion but there was NO WAY that she could allow him to stimulate her any longer. Xion could sense the strong sense of fear and veracity in her heart but he ignored it and proceeded to torment her by continuing on with the sexual stipulations. An evil smirk came across his lips as he left her in shock but as he attempted to lower himself he felt Saria grip his arms and pull him back on top of her.
“Pha…you want more…?” He asked in a seductive and confident tone of voice smiling at her with his standard dishonest grin, wrapping his right arm around her lower back.
“I won’t let you do this…!” She replied as she gripped the collar of his shirt with her right hand.
“Ha ha ha…. So why don’t you stop me…?” He asked in his sexy, conniving voice, placing his hand back on her chest.
“I don’t want to…” She admitted honestly. “But I can’t let you…I won’t let you…” She answered back for the moment as Xion progressively caressed her breasts. “…It…its not right…”She stuttered as she felt his lips on them. “Its not…it’s not fair…” She managed to say, closing her eyes as she lost herself in Xion’s soft touches.
“…Is this too much for you…?” He asked with his left hand back on her right thigh slipping down the intersection of them.
All she did was turn her head to the left to try and ignore his seductive ridicule. She didn’t understand it, she was in a situation with a man that has caused her so much pain, and anguish and now she’s here with him again, alone with the same guy that caused her so much trouble who was now on top of her rapping her, and she wasn’t planning on doing anything to stop him.
“Saria…answer me…” He said still inducing her with his touches. All Saria did was ignore him as she became enthralled in his sinful actions.
“Ha…guess this is too much for you, huh?” He said to her again.
“…Just stop…” She pleaded with him in a culpable tone.
“…Make me…” He countered ruthlessly and seductively. “…Wha…?” Said Xion in full alert as he felt Saria yank at his crotch. Saria just laughed at him as she pulled him over her chest, almost chocking him as she clasped onto the collar of his shirt, causing him to loose his balance and topple her.
“… How resourceful…devilish little thing …” He said chuckling at her, relieved she didn’t do any serious physical damage to his respective lower extremity. He focused on her again when she grabbed him by his collar and brought him closer to her face.
“Something you want…?” He asked in a curious and confident voice starring deep into her questionable eyes.
“…You…” She whispered on his lips as she smiled sinfully, almost enthusiastically at him as she gently eased him to her lips. She released him from her grasp and allowed him to relax while her hands searched his face.
“She’s getting to me…” He thought as he fell in love with her every suggestive touch. As he tried to lift himself up all he could feel was Saria assertively pulling and tugging on him bringing him closer to cover her body with his own. Under the pressure of they’re collected body heat Xion immediately removed his red jacket, tossing it to the side laughing as Saria grasped his shirt nearly ripping it off of him, throwing him right back on top of her. He became even more attentive as he felt her wrap her right arm around his waist and vehemently forced his hips up against her, feeling her sharp nails dig into his back.
“…So you want to play rough huh?” He asked vindictively as he heard her laugh at his responsive moan towards the physical treatment he received only seconds ago.
“…Yeah Xion…I love to play rough…!” She replied in an acerbic and attractive voice.
“Hmph…ha…I can tell…” He answered back, pinning her up against the desk, watching her lick her lips and willingly take his sexual abuse with such resolve. Still hunched over her he looked around the library for something he could use to go on with his pleasurable harassment.
“Hmmm…she’s proving to be a challenge…” He thought. “She takes my sexual aggression like simple sex…” He contemplated as he looked back into her eyes that of which were now full of wicked intent. As his eyes left hers Xion let out an instant cry as he felt an intense feeling of pain in his neck. As he brought his attention back to Saria, he realized that she had sinked her teeth into him!
“…Ahrgh…” He moaned in pain as Saria finally unhooked her teeth from his neck, as he placed his hand on the injured side of it.
“Ha…no blood…” She replied in an unsatisfied and sarcastic tone as she licked her lips not getting a taste of what she desired.
“…Yeah…not on your lips…but dripping down my neck…!” He said as he pulled his hand away from the left side of his neck, seeing his blood cover his hand.
“Don’t you think I’ve bled enough already…?” He asked in a questionable and malevolent tone of voice.
“Did I hurt you…?” She asked in her sultry voice, sitting up on top of the desk.
“…No…” He said, looking away from her at a desk over on the far right corner of the wall.
“Look into my eyes when you tell me that!” She said decisively as she pulled him towards her by yanking on his shirt collar, then immediately seduced him by slowly kissing him on his lips.
“I won’t take this lying down…” He thought to himself confidently as he restricted himself from falling back onto the desk, taking the role as the independent.
“Ha…ha…ha…what’s the matter…?” She asked in her sexy tone of voice. “Can’t take a little sexual aggression from the opposite sex?” She asked as she saw the definite reaction Xion gave her as she grabbed at his crotch for the second time that night.
She screamed loudly when she felt Xion out of his own instinct choke lift her up off the desk and slammed her up against the wall, opposite the desk he glanced at a while ago.
She moaned in pain, eventually opening her eyes to get a clear visual of Xion, who at the moment was staring at an object of some kind on the table.
He immediately looked back at her when he sensed her becoming aware of what he might do to her next.

“You think you know pain…?” He asked as he released her from his grip.
“I told you…I understand it…I adore it…I love it…” She said, smiling back at him as she got in his face, putting her hand around his neck to persuade him to kiss her again only to her dismay watch as he returned his focus to the table and the foreign object that lied on top of it.
“Hmph…” He muttered as he looked at the hole-puncher that lied on the table near a small pile of books.
“…What are you looking at…?” She asked as she walked over to the table only to be stopped in mid-walk as Xion viciously grabbed her right arm.
“UH…?!” She looked back at him in alarm. All Xion could do was grin at her devilishly as he sadistically placed her on top of the desk forcing her on her back. Disregarding any pain that either of them might have suffered due to the external abuse they have dished out, Xion continued to rouse her up, preparing her for a sensation far more painful and stimulating than she could ever understand. While Saria laid on the table compliant and composed locked onto Xion’s passionate lips, Xion had clandestinely grabbed the hole-puncher from off the desk. Trying to conceal the object from her he placed it behind his back as he attempted to go back to her thighs and finish what he had started.

“Xion…?” She said as she grabbed onto his arms hearing him moan in frustration with her as he felt her prohibit him from continuing on with his main objective. Before he could compromise with her he was caught off guard as he felt her force him down onto her again, this time in a more ruthless fashion, distributing even more pain as her nails raked down his chest ripping his shirt open.
“My…aren’t you aggressive…” He said smiling at her noticing the faint scratch wound he had just received from her. Looking out the corner of her eye Saria noticed the object that Xion tried to hide from her behind his back.
“…Great…” He thought to himself, feeling stupid and at the same time disappointed having a good feeling that Saria knew what he was going to do with it and that she wouldn’t stand for it.
“…Xion…” She said softly.

“Don’t play innocent with me…I told you…I told you I had NO intention on making this any bit fair or painless…” He said looking back into her eyes. “…And…and I don’t intend on…on changing my mind…” He lost track of his own thought as he felt Saria pull him towards her and place her lips on the open bite wound in his neck. He almost started to relax as he felt her breathing down his neck, he sighed as he felt her taking in his blood, just a small amount of it for her own. He eased her back slowly onto the desk. Watching her lick her lips, satisfied with the taste of Xion’s blood in her mouth. He placed his right hand on the left side of his wounded neck, trying to suppress the flow of blood from spilling out onto Saria or the desk but to no avail he felt Saria grab his right arm and Xion hesitantly but obediently removed it allowing Saria to maneuver the bloody hand and place it on the right side of her chest. Xion looked at her open-mindedly as he sensed her own primal energies intensifying, grasping the left hand that held the hole-puncher in its grasp. Xion laughed doubtfully but confidently as he fell on top of Saria watching her as she briefly studied the foreign object and then him.

“Ha…ha…” He laughed again as Saria continued to observe and physically examine the hole-puncher that was in Xion’s grasp.
“You don’t get it…do you?” He asked as he watched her eyes leave the hole-puncher and focus on him. He wanted to deride her to a better extent but she silenced him as she buried her finger nails deep into the back of his neck providing instant but wonderful pain. Still holding onto the hole-puncher in his left hand he lifted his head up, hissing in pain as Saria lifted herself up to bite into his neck once again. Not wanting to cause physical harm to him she just provided him with instant stimulation as she sucked on the original open wound made in the upper base of his neck.
“Ahh…” He moaned as he felt her drain out whatever small traces of blood she could taste on her tongue from out of his neck.
“God…what…what kind of a creature are you…?!” He asked excitedly as he felt her right hand slide down his back, using her nails to perforate his shirt and then his skin. As she let him go she saw him arch his back up only to whine in pain and lay back on her chest from the quick blood drain. She sighed and smiled at him illicitly for the moment revealing her own evil intent. He sighed as he felt her rub his head and comb through his hair with her fingers his eyes shifted towards his right arm as he felt Saria grip the same hand, the right hand that grasped the hole-puncher. He looked at her baffled as she let go of his hand and motioned him to move back down to his intended spot.
“…What…what kind of game…is this…?” He asked as he watched her relax and ease him down on his knees onto the floor.
“…I want you…” She whispered to him as she sat up on the desk anticipating his final act.
For a second he thought about the situation, how he would play it out and her reaction, harboring doubts in the back of his mind all he did was forget about them and went on with his idea.
“This might hurt a bit…” He said warning her of what is about to happen as he tightened his grip on the hole-puncher making sure not to open it when he drives it into her.
“That’s okay…” She said as she relaxed herself and laid back flat on the desk. “I’m a big girl…I won’t cry…” She said remorsefully as she kept her eye on Xion.
“…Prove it…” He said in a skeptical and scornful voice as he forced the hole-puncher up her Virginian opening. She screamed in agony as she felt the foreign enter her body.
“…Am I hurting you…?” He asked in his calculating voice, as he watched her bald her fist and moan in pain from the foreign object he embedded deep inside her delicate female body.
“…You bastard…!” She managed to breathe out, yelling at him as he continued to torture her with the hole-puncher.
“Hmph…by the look on your face…I’d say you lied…pain isn’t exactly one of your favorite subjects to brush up on…is it?” He replied harshly as he continued to slide the object in and out of her body watching her every movement, anticipating her every sound. Observing the look of anguish and frustration on her face he could sense how irritated she felt about having this thing lodged up her ass but he could tell she was willing to take it.
“I don’t intend to stop…” He said mockingly as he continued to abuse the original use of the hole-puncher, listening to her continuously moan in pain as he unrelentingly stimulated her with the hole-puncher.
As he continued he felt Saria grip his left arm, he looked back at her in shock, her original moans of agony had turned into moans of pleasure as he heard utter sounds of approval and excitement.
“Damn…” He muttered in disbelief. “Guess she wasn’t lying after all he thought as he began to slowly pull the hole-puncher out of her body.
“I never told you to stop…” She said breathlessly as she unconsciously pulled him onto her still with the object jammed halfway into her.
“That’s enough…” He said regretfully as he removed the hole-puncher from her opening, tossing it on the floor, at the same time removing himself from her, only to be restrained once again.
“Xion…I thought…I thought you said you wanted me…” She reminded him as she forced him to lie on top of her.
“I DO! OF-COURSE I DO!” He said as he feverishly grasped her beautiful body. “I WANT YOU! RIGHT HERE…RIGHT HERE! RIGHT NOW!!! He said as he passionately began to seduce her like he did earlier, grabbing her and holding her tight.
“But I…I can’t…” He said actually showing consideration for himself and Saria as he effortlessly got himself off of her, handing her clothes to her to put back on. As he handed her shirt, and jacket he turned away from her to give her some privacy to change back into her attire. As he turned around she frowned, after putting back on her skirt, her shirt, and her thong she dropped the rest of her clothes and placed her hands on his shoulders, forcing him to turn around to face her, and look into her eyes.
“…I don’t want to hurt you…” He said with remorse as he watched Saria standing in front of him appearing as if she was unharmed but he knew he damaged her internally, stripping her of her morals, and actually rejoicing in it afterwards. He sighed as he felt Saria embrace him, with no sense of guilt for him, as she held him tight.
“…I’m sorry Saria…” He said in an honest apologetic tone of voice as he held her in his arms.
She lifted her head off of his chest and looked into eyes, she never felt so bad for any human being until now. She actually understood Xion. The bond between them was both sexual and intellectual, his secretive admiration for her is a complex case but she knew that if they remain apart and at ends like this for long they knew that neither of them would ever be happy.
“Hmph…you…you must hate me now…big time…” He said in a comedic but sad tone of voice as Saria starred into his now conspicuously thoughtful looking blue eyes.
“…No…I don’t hate you…” She said as she stared into his eyes, not loosing eye contact.
“I should of never led you here…not to this…” He answered shaking his head, realizing the wrong behind his doings.
“It’s okay Xion…I understand why you did what you felt you had to do.” She said accepting his apologies, placing her head back on his shoulder.
“How…? How could someone like you…? The daughter of someone ranking of great importance, intelligence, and wealth, and even understanding has the heart to contemplate such a vicious event…?” He asked as he felt her lift her head from of his shoulder.
“…Because I love you.” Answering him truthfully to his question, admitting her real feelings for him.
“What…? But…but how…? Why…? Why waste your time and energy trying to figure me out…to feel anything for me…?” He asked her befuddled and in astonishment.
“Why waste your time fighting for someone you know you were always destined to have…?” She asked confidently and kindheartedly.
“…Saria…”-…Shshh…” Saria kindly interrupted.
As he spoke her name all he could do was obey her command to be silent as she placed her index finger on his lips as he did to her, hours ago, during the false-hearted seduction. Her kiss felt warm and inviting, but more importantly so it was honest and considerate, full of meaning, like her. Despite her many aptitudes and glorious physical attributes the one thing that attracted Xion to her was her internal kindness. Its true that she was beautiful on the outside but it was her interior beauty that intrigued him.
“I want you…so badly…to take you in my arms…” He admitted to her sincerely as she released him from her gentle kiss.
“…Then…take me now…whole heartedly…as I stand here before you.”
“…No…”He answered angrily out of respect for his living, breathing desire.“…Not like this…not here…not tonight…” He said as he walked away form her.
“…Xion…” She began to forget what to say as she stared back into his eyes that now appeared cold and unforgiving, eyes that she was used to staring into on a day to day basis, praising God when she never had to be around him and to look into again, but now with every passing second that went by it made it progressively harder for her to tear herself away from him and for her to let him go. As he made an attempt to look at her one last time, picking up his jacket from up off the floor, as he turned to leave the library, as he reached for the door handles he felt Saria wrap herself around him, refusing to let him go.
“…Saria…” He muttered in his usual ill-mannered but now seemingly understanding voice as he stopped in his tracks, sensing her desire to have him all to herself as he felt for her.
“…Don’t leave me…” She begged him, in an innocent and childlike tone of voice.
“I will have you again…alone with me…passionately and honestly…in my arms…” He said assuring her of his honesty. “…But…you must give me some time…”
“…Time…?” She asked.
“Yes my love…time…time to think…time to learn more…about myself…the zoanthropes…and our situation.” He said truthfully as he gazed into her eyes.
“…Promise me…” She said full of essence and compassion for her inappropriate lover. “…No matter what happens…you’ll hold this intention…true to your heart…that…you’ll come back to me…and take me for yourself…honest and frank…?”
“…I swear it…” He answered her as he took her in his arms. “…On my last breath…you’ll be mine…I promise you.” He said honestly as he gave her a warm smile, kissing her, taking her breath away as she understood his heartfelt vow.
“…Until then…be careful…” She replied softly.
“…Don’t worry…we will meet again…hopefully…under better circumstances…better than this…” He said as he teleported out of the library, a safe distance away from his greatest desire and from any unidentified hazards to society and himself that pursued him.
As Saria put on her jacket and exited the library she felt her heart fall to pieces, she knew that if she couldn’t figure out the truth behind the legend of the “greater good and the greater evil” there would be no stopping the inevitable evil that was going to consume Earth. She returned to her empty household to find two letters promptly addressed to her. One from her father and one from her best friend Natorie who lived in Japan. The note from her father was brief, and as always in the case of him being with his fellow informative colleges, frank. To keep herself entertained she read the letter from her father first.
“Hmmm…why am I not surprised…?” She asked herself as she read the letter to herself.

“To my dearest daughter Saria,
I’m sorry to say that we won’t be spending another Daddy-Daughter night together on a Saturday or Sunday noon...I have been invited to an important business affair related to my theory in the Zoanthropes. My colleges have recommended my theory to the highest authority! My darling daughter, this could make us rich beyond our own imaginations if the Professor approves of it! Also I have wonderful news...you remember Tanya don’t you? She has invited us to dinner and the opera in New York City next Friday night! She was pleased to know that you graciously accepted the invitation! Well my child I know you said you had other plans like studying for your exams and such so I’ll let you go. Perhaps when we are both free of important matters we will have a chance to spend some time together...till then I will see you at school next Tuesday. Be good and stay away from that Xion boy, he’s dangerous!”
Love, your Father
Billiard Mizuki

“Pha…yeah right…” She muttered as she balled up the letter from her father and threw it in the garbage can.
“Meow!” Exclaimed her little cat Thomas, who had just followed her up to her room.
“Hello kitty!” She said playfully towards her pet. “Are you hungry…? Or do you just miss me?” She asked as she watched her cat thoughtfully lick her left hand.
After a fifty second spoil session, Thomas finally sat up and began to fiddle with the other letter that she held in her right hand.
“Hey…!” She argued playfully with her mischievous cat. “This…is not…a play toy…” She said as she struggled to get the letter away from her cat, who at the moment had it in his mouth.
“Ha!” She said as she successfully got the letter away from his mouth.
“You wanna see what’s inside? Huh, kitty?” She asked teasingly as she watched the cat attempt to grab and attack the envelope.
“Alright…OH!” She said as she and Tom ended up opening the letter together. “Oh Natorie…” She said as she smiled seeing the colorful and scented pieces of paper mashie fall out of the envelope with a scented cat toy and the letter itself that fell out of it.
“Here Tom…” She said lightheartedly as she handed the little, Chinese cat toy to her kitty, as she watched him place it in his mouth and accidentally drop it, pursuing it as it slithered out of the room.
“My dear Natorie…” She sighed blissfully as she read this spirited letter to herself.

Dear Saria,
How have you been? I miss you terribly. It’s been exactly one whole year since today since we’ve seen each other! I hope the people in New York have been treating you well…I know I’ve been getting the royal treatment! Since last year I’ve been a huge success! My band and I…”SUGOI-SHOJO” have toured all over Japan and Korea! But the best thing is…we might be performing in New York soon! So don’t be surprised if you see a commercial staring my band and me! But to be serious for a moment, I hope you’ve been living an okay life. I know its hard to walk around town keeping your power as a Zoanthrope a secret…I should know…being a dragon and all…thankfully Japan hasn’t suffered any major attacks from the Zoanthropes cuz not that many reside here…guess they all immigrated over to your side huh?”

“Oh that’s nice…Huh?” She said as she continues to read her far-away friend’s letter.

“It’s still tough out here…alone…sometimes I get afraid…I mean…although the Zoanthropes are more of a problem for you in America…the legend of the two evils remains the same…although the great evil is no where to be found here in Japan…I bet my last dollar that it’s some where just waiting in New York. I don’t wanna scare you…but…I believe that only you and that Unborn dude…err…Xion right…? I believe that the key to saving the world from this resides in you two…and BELIEVE ME…although you two have your differences…what couple doesn’t?

“…Yeah…” She agreed understandingly as she read on.

My boy friend Tusagi Maynor, he is considered as “The one who fights without guilt or fault”, he’s in the legend just like some of your friends are. We fight over stupid shit all the time…but it doesn’t mean that we don’t love each other. As your friend, who has experienced over a hundred break-ups and several mishaps with one special exception to my: “If you don’t give me a valid reason for not kicking your ass cuz you lied to me policy…you and this German dude {Forgive me for forgetting his name} DOMO ARIGATOU in advance, are meant for each other…although you guys fight…A LOT…but always find a way to make up in the end. I love Tusagi…and he loves me…he has risked his life to protect me and I have risked my life to protect him on several occasions…I know I’m only seventeen and he’s twenty-one…but…after this war with the evil zoanthropes are over…we’re gonna get married! Don’t tell your dad I told you that…He’d tell my dad and then…(GULP)…but any way…you’ve written me back tons of times telling me about your adventures…so when you get the chance, please do!” I miss you! Hope to see you real soon!
Sincerely, your best pal,
Natorie Domma

P.S.
Hope Thomas liked the toy! His girl friend…Annya, misses him SOOOO much!

“Ha…” She laughed out loud. “What a life…but Natorie…we really aren’t on the same boat…huh? She said as she noticed a back page to her friend’s letter.

Hi!,
Me again…look….bout what I said…about marring Tsuagi…I am going along with it…I just wanted to be the first to let you know…I made love to him…I’m not getting into detail…it’s just…it was so wonderful…and…I don’t want to be with out him…I guess you and I are in the same situation, yes? Maybe if the band tours in New York we’ll be able to catch up on the whole story. I know you feel the same way about Xion as I do for Tsuagi…I mean God…of all people…I always thought you would of gotten some before I did…but then again…maybe you already have…but if not…remember this…when you finally have him to yourself…enjoy it…make him live in the moment…cuz…you’ll never really know how special he is to you until you don’t have him in your possession…simply because the love you share with him…is your greatest possession…your love is the greatest treasure of all…Sayonara my friend.

WRITE ME!
Love, your pal,
Natorie*

After reading the letter she went outside on her father’s terrace to look out into the night sky, re-reading her friends letter over to really comprehend the honest truth behind her adolescent friend’s words.
“Hey you…” She said wearily as Thomas jumped into her arms. “Did you enjoy your dinner?” She asked as she watched Tom give himself a quick bath.
“Tom…?” She asked waiting for the cat to acknowledge her.
“Meow…?” Was the cat’s only reply as he jumped out of her arms and rolled around humorously on the big, gray towel that she had placed on the ground for them to sit on.
“…Do you like me…?” She asked her cat out of the bold curiosity of consideration for the love between pet and master.
“Meow!” Was the cat’s reply as he jumped in her arms and rubbed up against her face.
“Ha-ha! Guess you do! Ha…I love you too Thomas…” She said fondly as she gently placed the small cat back on the towel, after receiving his many affectionate gestures.
“…Do you think…?” She started to ask but paused as she pondered her own question. All Tom did was look up at her questionably. As she thought about it she felt him bite her arm to get her attention.
“Ha…you little devil…” She began as she picked him up and laid flat on her back, placing him on her stomach. “Its about Xion…”
All her cat did was look at her like she was nuts.
“Don’t look at me like that…I just want to know…do you think…do you think he loves me…?”
All Thomas did was groan at her in annoyance. Saria knew Tom hated Xion, but she also knew that despite Xion’s rude, insensitive nature he is still human, a human male, with feelings, just like every other living thing on the planet.
“Do I have to reiterate my statement…?” She asked as the cat ignored her.
“You don’t have to like him…it’s just…today…today he did something to me…something bad…something REALLY bad…” She told Tom as she watched the cat begin to pay close attention to her starting to get her point on what really bad thing Xion did to her.
“He kinda stripped me of my own moral innocence…but…the weird thing is…I liked it…” She said as she started to laugh, laugh at herself for enjoying sexual harassment and then at her cat that gave her funny look expressing his deepest regards on the situation.
“Guess your not impressed.” She replied as the cat gave her a look of indifference for her mate.
“After he…did what he did…he felt bad about it…I mean its one thing if your in “the mood” and you go out and have sex with a stray cat but its different for humans…” She replied, Tom still looking as if he doesn’t really care about her current sexual situation.
“He felt sorry for me…he wanted me so badly…and that influential attack…oh Tom…he…he just…just…lost himself…in the moment…” She said trailing off as she remembered what Natorie had told her in the letter.
Tom really hated Xion, he had done some mean things to him in the past and all because his master started to feel sympathetic to the cold-hearted brute there was NO WAY Tom was going to be able to be nice to the mean Zoanthrope.
“There is this inseparable bond between us…one that only we understand…ha-ha…kinda like you and your girlfriend back in Japan…Annya Domma, the Siamese cat…” She said smiling as she heard her cat purr; perhaps as she scratched him behind the ears, or because he remembered the little date he had with the frisky, Japanese cat a year ago.
“…I love him…with all my heart…” She said as she placed her right hand on her heart. “…He made a vow today…a promise…to come back to me…and to surrender his love…to release his spirit…to let his body free…to have me all to himself…alone…just him…and me…together…for all eternity…” She said smiling drifting, day dreaming of that moment when the love he gave to her would be honest and true with no faults, and no acceptations.
“Ha-ha…” She laughed softly as Tom brushed up against her legs. “I’m nothing but a hopeless romantic…aren’t I Tommy?” His little nose cringed as she gave him a little Eskimo kiss.
“Meow…?” He questioned as he jumped on the banister and onto her shoulder to watch the stars in the midnight sky go by.
“…Hmph…who would of thought of it…me…Saria Mizuki…the all powerful and all popular college student slash Mecha Zoanthrope…in love with Xion…Xion Lockheart…the formidable…insensitive…and over confident Unborn…could you imagine the fiery chemistry…?” She asked as Tom just looked up at the sky, attempting to catch the firefly that floated above him. As he tried to smack it out of the sky he tumbled forward, almost off the banister but Saria had caught him before he fell over…luckily for him he’ll always have the respect and admiration of his master, Saria.
“Ha…” She laughed as she heard the cat sigh out loud in relief. “Guess our love for each other is only natural…!” She finished as she put the cat down on the floor and motioned him to go into the house.
She sighed as she watched a shooting star speed off out of the sky.
“We will be together again my love…” She said as she starred into the night sky remembering Xion’s promise to return to her with an honest heart that would be conserved only for her to have all to herself, as she would be for Xion.
“And when we are finally together…alone…away from prying eyes…all that is good and evil …there will only be you and me…I’ll only see you…and you’ll only see me…and nothing will keep us from what we want…what we truly desire…” She sighed as she walked into the house to her bedroom to sleep her long eventful day off.