Love Lost

Love Lost

After reviewing the events that have taken place time and time again he came to only one conclusion…he must do something about her or kill her…

“Shit…” complained Xion. “What’s wrong with me…?” Damn-that-ignorant-little…” Frustrated with his own thoughts and emotions he silences himself so he can think. He was only a few miles away from her home…after everything that girl had put him through the only question for him to answer was if he should go to her. “Hmph…maybe I should take this under careful consideration…?” “Pha…yeah…right…!” “It doesn’t make any sense to me…how can she be one of them…there’s NO WAY she can be like me…! He thought. {“Do you love her?”} “Damn-it…” A question that the young and innocent yet deceitful Mercy…Xion’s older sister had asked him, before she was possessed by her own destructive power. “Do I love her…?” Shuddering knowing that she always had his heart and to the question that has ran through his mind ever since she earned the ability to change into her alter ego…her ultimate form…her beast form. “This…this is no coincidence,” he thought. Ha…ha…why do I care…?” She isn’t strong enough…she can’t possibly be…” “…No…she isn’t the one…she couldn’t be…SHIT!!!” As he continues to ponder with his personal questions he suddenly yells out in pain as he tries to ignore the injury he sustained at the hands of Saria’s cat. “Insolent creature…” complained Xion as he suffered from the pain of a once considerably deep bite wound that he had gotten from “Tom”, only three days ago. “I hate cats…” he complained as he rubbed his sore hand. “I bet that intangible feline gave me some sort of infection. “…Saria….” Unknowingly he said her name in a soft and yet desperate tone of voice. “I must be getting soft…how could I love someone like her...?” “Saria…your…your nothing to me…!” Yelled Xion. As he said that he began to remember everything that he went through that led him to her. They constantly fought with each-other, verbally, mentally, physically, and although it was like hell for him to have to take shit from her somewhat over protective friends and then the embarrassment that followed him of getting beaten, wasted, or nearly killed by any of her protagonists and opponents, the truth to it all was that he enjoyed every minute of it, but the only problem was he didn’t really know why. “This is it…I won’t allow something as stupid as my emotions cloud my better judgment…it’s time that I finally put that Zoanthrope out of her misery…and out of mine…” He said in a confident yet at the same time a somewhat regretful voice. Putting on his red trench coat he leaves his spacious and luxurious home to finish what he had meant to do in the first place.

Having cleared his mind but not his heart of any thoughts and emotions that were buried deep down in his soul he put his doubts to rest and decided that in one quick instant he would take the life of the same woman that despite the odds risked her seemingly worthless mortal life to protect him from opposing Zoanthropes that wanted his soul to gain the power needed to destroy the human race. Once alone, always alone. He knew he loved her too much to hurt her.

Meanwhile the woman Xion was after was just about finished with her mediation in the privacy of her shower room. Saria sighed heavily as the warm water fell down her face as she recalled past experiences that helped her to become more like her friends. “Zoznthropes…humans with the ability to morph into a dangerous and merciless animal being…” she thought. “Not me…no…not mine…a more…elusive form of “The Unborn…Xion’s beast form…” She became quiet and thought of how similar her beast form was to her counter part Xion. “…Why me…?” she asked herself as she stepped out of her shower. She wrapped a long, dark-blue towel around herself and wiped the sweat that was created from her warm and long liquid seclusion off of her glass cabinet. “Figures…” mumbled Saria as she looked up at the little Garfield Clock she had up on her bathroom wall. “I should of known he would of stayed out with that whore a lot longer than he promised…” It was nine o’clock when her father, Professor Bill Mizuki, called to check up on her and assure her that he would come back home soon to spend a little “father-daughter” time with his only daughter considering the fact he won’t be seeing so much of her any longer. “Hmph…some father…forgetting about his only daughter to hang out with some Play-boy bunny turned science teacher…Mann…” she complained to herself. “…I should of just…DAMN!” She yelled. “Damn-it! I could of gone with Keita and the other girls to the to the concert…SHIT…!” She complained. “If my Father ever brings that painted up Barbie Doll to this house again…I swear I’ll take her fuckin head off…” Said Saria as to her immediate dismay allowed her emotions to get the best of her and allow her Zoanthrope crest that lay dormant within her body into tricking her into morphing her arm into blade. “Jesus…” She said in resentment as she stared as her arm that was now in the form of a destructive weapon. “What have I become…?” She asked herself as she allowed herself to calm down and retract the weapon. “…A monster…? No…” She thought. “No…I won’t take the blame…not for this…not anymore…” she said in a defiant and confident yet sad tone of voice. “This…this isn’t my fault…it’s…uh…?” Before she can finish, her train of thought it was abruptly interrupted as she felt a strange yet unforgiving force. “Xion…?” she thought as she looked around her bathroom feeling as if he wasn’t too far from her. “Why can I sense him like that…?” She wondered. The truth that constantly haunted her was that ever since she battled with other Zoanthropes and earned the ability to transform into a beast like them, for some weird reason she has been able to sense other Zoanthropes and when they were near by. At times this has been very useful, life saving even, but what bothered her most was she was always able to sense Xion and he could always sense her. She always knew when he was around and where or what he would be doing, but only when he let his humane spirit die away to be replaced with his Zoanthrope spirit. Although this bothered her those were least of her concerns. What really frightened her was that Xion always knew how she felt. He knew emotionally, how strong she was and he knew exactly how to use her pathetic, human emotions against her and she hated him for that.

Saria and Xion were two totally different people. Saria was fun loving, spirited, vibrant and always spoke her mind even when she knew no one didn’t care about her feelings and thoughts on the situation. Xion on the other hand was cool and confident, confident in his abilities as a fighter, a college student, and probably more importantly…an undefeatable and all-powerful Zoanthrope warrior. Saria accepted people for who they were and never put them down when they showed how weak they might have been in something and never kept her distance when someone was in need of her help. Xion on the other hand didn’t give a damn about ANYBODY-but himself. He resented those who opposed him and looked down upon others who were weaker than him. Saria loved to be around people, being popular in her social world, and being beautiful inside and out and respectful she was admired by almost everyone. Xion hated being in the company of others. He doesn’t trust any of the other zoanthropes or mortal students. He sees them all as adversaries for him to overcome. Although he is VERY attractive, and almost every girl that flocks by wants to jump in the bed with him as soon as possible he only sees them as cheap whores who couldn’t even make ten cents in two hours by doing twenty men within a given time limit.

“He hates me…” she thought sadly. “…But why do I care…?” “All he is a disrespectful, arrogant and uncaring man who has no feelings and no heart.” “He…he is of no use to me…he’s nothing…”“Meow…”-“WHOA! Yelled Saria as her cat Thomas rubbed up against her wet legs. “Oh…it’s just you…” She said happily as she picked her small cat up from off the floor and held him in her arms. “Meow.” The cat said in an annoyed tone of voice, wearing an angry look on his small, mischievous face. “Sorry…I know you hate being picked up…I guess I’ll just-ahh!” She yelled as she tried to put Tom on the ground. “Guess your not in a good mood either, huh?” She replied to Tom as she observed the new scratch wound she just received from her kitty. “That hurt Thomas…” She said in a calm yet annoyed tone of voice. All the cat did was turn his nose up at his female master and stare at her in disbelief. “What a great night…” She said sarcastically. “I stayed home all day watching television…pampering and spoiling you,” she said to Tom who was now just staring at her with a tired look on his face. “Just waiting for my dead-beat-dad to make his return home so we could have the rest of the night to ourselves…” And now…it’s late…I’m bored and extremely pissed off…at my father…at myself…how could I be so stupid as to think my father would ditch that bitchy Play-boy bunny to spend a few hours with his nineteen year old daughter…?” “Kinda…childish…huh kitty?” All Tom did was look up at his master and yawn in boredom. “…Thanks Tom…you really know how to cheer me up…”
RING!!
“Huh?” She was surprised to see that she had left her phone in the bathroom. “Ha…well…guess I forgot that I left my phone in here…Ha…how’s that for having faith in family Tom? “Meow…meow…(yawn).” “In a word…that’s ludicrous…” She thought.
RING!!
“Ugh…! Alright already…Dad?” she noticed that it was her father who was calling. “Eleven O’ Clock…hmph…” she mumbled. “You better be in the damn hospital claiming that you and that whore were in an accident and your just making sure that her new forty-eight D size silicone breast implants haven’t busted and given her some sort of poisoning…” {“Fuck that…hopefully the car exploded and the bitch has burned into dust,} she thought. “Hello? Dad? It’s me…Saria…are you- “Sorry Ria...” replied her father in a regretful yet exhausted tone of voice. “Dad…? What’s wrong…?” “You don’t…you don’t sound so good…” “I know…ERR! I mean I’m fine! No need for concern…” “Really…” she said as she considered trying to decide if she should or should not use her animalistic abilities to help her realize if her father was being truthful. “What have you been doing? You sound like your…drunk…” “Nonsense! I’m Professor Mizuki! A great scientist! How could I-WHY would I do something so stupid…? So dangerous…?” “Come on Billsy-willssy...you promised to give me my BIG surprise…” said the voice of a loud, drunken yet sexy and sultry women that Saria began to remember and see so clearly in her mind without using her Zoanthrope senses to see what she knew she could confirm. “BILLY?!!!!” shouted the voice. “I’m tired of waiting!!!” Get your ass over here right NOW! “HER!” said Saria as she realized that the woman with her father was the same deceitful woman that she resented with all her heart and soul. “Saria, my little darling? PLEASE-LISTEN -SWEETIE!” Begged her father as he could here her becoming more impatient with him every minute as she heard the whore’s sexy voice. “Dad…” she began. “Saria…my darling daughter…my only daughter…please…? Its…its not what you think…” It’s…okay…” she said in a calm yet disappointed voice. “What…? Saria? No! It’s not al-right! And you know it!” “I know…” she replied still upset…but still talking kind-heartedly to him. “Sweetheart…you know how I’ve always told you that it would only be fare to allow me to sometimes have what I want…we’ve talked about this.” “Yes…yes we have.” She replied. “I just want us to be family…a happy family…we need a woman in the family…I need one…a wife…a companion…you need…a mother…some one to talk to you and console you when you need feminine wisdom…Saria I…I’m giving you something you lost…that WE lost…to those cold-hearted bastards twelve years ago…!” “Yeah…I know you are…” she said as her tone went from disgusted to disturbed. “I know I promised you that we were gonna spend tonight together as a family…but…after tonight…maybe…just maybe…we will have a real family…we’ll all be really happy again…you’ll see…I…I promise…” He finished. “………” “Saria…Saria…? “Forget her Bill…” said Tanya. “She is a grown woman…she doesn’t need you to check up on her ever few hours of the day ya know…? “I know Tanya…but she’s still my-“Dad…?” asked Saria. “Ye-yes?” “Have fun…” “What?” asked her father in a baffled tone of voice. “Stay with your whore…” “Saria-“Just remember…”SARIA?!” “…Not even you can always get what you want…”
CLICK!
“Saria?” SARIA!” DAMN THAT CHILD! Yelled her father in anger as he realized that his daughter had hung up on him.

“Well Tom…” she began. “Tonight…it’s just you, me, and the TV…” she said in a sarcastic and somewhat cheerful at the same time angered tone. Tom just let himself out of her bathroom and climbed up the stairs to her room. As she went up the stairs wrapped in a wet towel with her cell phone in hand she said to herself…
“Left alone in this big house all by myself with nothing but that cat and cable television to keep me company…boy…this’ll be a night that I’ll never forget…” she said in a sarcastic tone of voice.
*But to her surprise this really would be a night that she would never forget*
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As Saria continued up the stairs to her room she started to dread on the truth, being that her father had slept with someone she knew neither her nor her father could ever have real feelings for.

“Of all the people in the whole world…you choose her…Tanya Sax…a worthless, no-good for nothing bitch…” she thought. “I’ll never forgive you for this…”
“MEOW!!!!”
“UH…?” she stopped in her tracks as she heard her little cat scream to the top of his lungs in his own defense. “…Xion…!” She thought as she remembered Thomas’ first encounter with Xion, which began with the same blood-curdling scream. “…If you touch one hair on his head…I’ll make you wish that I did chop your head off,” she said as she raced up the stairs to her room.
“Thomas!” She called to her pet. Thomas whipped around immediately to see his master tense and obviously more than ready to fight they’re nemesis.
“Dim-witted creature…” Said Xion in a cold-hearted tone as he gripped the the defenseless cat by the back of it’s neck. “It sickens me to see that you still keep this annoying little ankle-bitter in your company…by the looks of it’s unusual size…it was never meant to be amongst the living…perhaps…it should be put out of it’s misery…once and for all…!” Yelled Xion as he morphed his hand into a small dagger to torture it. “No Xion! PLEASE-DON’T!” As she said these words Thomas reacted quickly to Xion’s abusive behavior and bit the same hand, the right hand of Xion that he had bitten four days ago. “Argh-DAMN-IT! Stupid-CAT!” He complained, enraged by the pain of the reopened wound that took a few days to heal, he violently throws the cat off of his hand and onto the floor.
“Thomas?!” “Meow!” Was the cat’s only reply as he bolted up from off the floor and ran out of Saria’s room, leaving her alone with Xion…
“You-Bastard!” She yelled, shoving Xion into her wall. “What’s your problem?! Haven’t you learned your lesson yet?!” Showing no fear of Xion although he has already slipped into the spirit version of his beast form, making him a lot stronger than Saria at the moment, as he gets up attempting to “back hand slap” her but misses. Not receiving an answer but a conceited little smirk, Saria became more annoyed with her adversary. “Don’t try to fuck around with me today Xion…I’m particularly pissed off at the moment…so I suggest you get the hell out of my house before I do something drastic…or are you here to fulfill your promise you made to me in the library?” She asked seeing that Xion wasn’t saying anything to her in his defense. “Hmph…you must find this funny…” “Hilarious really temptress, by the way, nice towel…” Replied Xion as he could sense her emotions once again getting the best of her. “Well then…guess I’ll just have to wipe that silly little smirk right off your face!” She quickly allows herself to manipulate the powers of her Zoanthrope crest and gain access to the inner version of her beast form. Already being able to sense the quick change in power Xion quickly counters her “slap” by gripping her arm and refusing to release it.
“Really Saria…I know you can do better than that…” Said Xion as he taunted her knowing that she could but refuses to do anything that might reveal more of than what she wanted to show to the reluctant fighter.
Sucking her teeth, knowing that he knows she won’t attack while wearing ONLY a small towel, she just stairs into his deep blue eyes. “C’mon…fight me…! Make this interesting…!” He said in a cocky, and sarcastic voice. “…What do you want…why are you…WHY-ARE-YOU EVEN-HERE?!” She asked demanding some answers. “Hmm…” He said pleased with her tone of voice scanning her body with his eyes. “My…aren’t you feisty…” Releasing her from his grip to give her some breathing room.
“Stop playing games Xion…” She said as she got herself together, being sure that her towel wasn’t going to come off.
“Hmph…this isn’t a game mortal…I am here for one reason…and one reason only…”
“…What…?” asking in a defiant tone not projecting direct eye contact.
“To finish what other Zoanthropes like me couldn’t accomplish…” Observing his injured right hand considering morphing it into his preferred weapon, but decides to let her speak her last requests before he carries out her sentence. “She doesn’t seem to be afraid…why…?” He thought. “Hmm…?” Surprised to see Saria looking straight into his eyes with no sense of fear in her heart.
“I won’t allow you to hurt me or any of my friends and family…ever again…even…even if I have to risk my own life to protect them…” She replied still not taking her eyes off him.
“Your loved-ones…aren’t the problem…” Moving closer to Saria.
“I know…” She said as she reached for Xion’s injured hand.
“Then…you know why I am here then…”
“You want me…my energy…my soul…to be alone?” She asked in a confident yet almost regretful tone of voice. Xion could do nothing but stare at her in disbelief, she knew exactly what he had come to do and she was willing to let him do it. He watched her carefully as she calmly grabbed his right arm and then without warning made him tense. The pressure she had placed on his hand was almost unbearable. The pain he felt as she cut off the circulation in his hand was angering him, so much to the point he morphed the injured body part into his intended weapon. Now poised and ready to take her life and her power for his own he attempts to attack her but instead of delivering the desired blow he hesitates…
“Go on…do it…you know you want to…” She said almost taunting him.
“…Damn-it…” He replied in a bitter tone as he lifted the tip of his blade away from the base of her neck.
“…What’s wrong…not strong enough to take me down…?”
“…You should be thankful…I’m sparring your miserable life…”
“What for…?”
“…You did something for me…out of the kindness of your heart…-“And that makes us even…?” Saria interrupted.
“…I’m in your debt…!” Yelled Xion as he admitted the truth to the previous incidents that involved his life a few weeks ago.
“…You fool…I…I owe you nothing…!”
“Oh you owe me something…you loud mouth jezebel!” He yelled as he grabbed her by her arms and without letting his eyes wander away from her face.
“What…? What do you want from me…?” she asked in an almost upset and choked up voice.
“…Answer this…” He began in a calm tone of voice that seemed to be gathering strength. “…You could of killed me…you could of…taken my crest as your own and strengthen your powers to make yourself a true immortal being…capable of releasing powers of immeasurable potential…” He said as he closed his eyes and replayed the same nightmare he was forced to live, to know that he could be killed and wasn’t truly as invincible as he thought he was.
“…………..” Replied Saria as she could sense Xion becoming troubled and nervous and even angry as she saw the same visions he could see in his mind. “… Why…?”-“…Afraid…” Said Saria as she felt Xion becoming more frustrated with him-self.
“…What?” He asked as he opened his eyes to see Saria who appeared docile, yet very alert and almost as frustrated as he was.
“I was afraid…of what might happen to you…what would happen to me…” She replied as tears began to well up in her eyes.
“Nonsense…”
“You don’t get it do you?!” She asked angrily. “Saria… -“I was AFRAID! AFRAID THAT IF I KILLED YOU I WOULD CHANGE…CHANGE INTO A MONSTER THAT AFTER YOUR POWER WAS MINE, I WOULDN’T STOP KILLING! PLUS I WOULD ALSO LOOSE YOU!” She yelled as she began to remember all of the other times when she got angry that she threatened to kill her tormenters and she often came too close to having accomplished those gruesome feats. “Ha-ha-ha…” She laughed still upset with her previous actions. “To think…me…capable of killing and loving…? Me? LITTLE MISS PERFECT!” She continued as she laughed and cried. “Stop mocking me…” Xion thought. “Your right about me Xion…I am a little jezebel…I’m deadly…deceitful…and dangerous…”
“Don’t say that…”-“I don’t belong here…I shouldn’t have this power…I shouldn’t even be feeling like this…having the ability to sense humans and other Zoanthropes…”
“You to…?” He asked.
“I don’t deserve to live…” She admitted. Xion was speechless, this, coming from a girl who seemed to have lived the great life all of her life, she actually wanted to die.
“…I…I know how you feel…” Said Xion.
“How…how can someone like you possibly know how I feel…?”
“Two years ago…there was a tournament…but it only involved Zoanthropes…and I was the one promoting it…”
Still upset Saria kept her eyes closed but allowed herself to move a bit closer to Xion so her body could rest up against his. “I was the final opponent for anyone who actually made it that far to challenge me…I had beaten anyone and everyone that opposed me…and I took they’re crests for my own insurance…eventually I sensed some weaker energy level that was advancing through the levels of the tournament…I laughed at the thought of the weakest power level of a Zoanthrope coming to take me on and make a difference…but I underestimated her…” He stopped as he tried to regain his composure and not delve any further into Saria’s emotions and thoughts. He figured that having her so close to him was a little too intense for her own good. “Her name was Alice…a young apprentice in the field of medicine…her only goal in life was to save lives…to make a difference…no matter how minimal…to inspire the lives of the lesser to become better and stronger…through…-“Love…?” said Saria in a consoling and innocently curious voice.
“…A weak hearted emotion…” He said regretfully.
“Really but you said you loved me, didn’t you…?” She asked looking into Xion’s cold yet almost thoughtful looking blue eyes. “Hmmm…”{“ Stop looking at me like that…”} He thought. He couldn’t take having to look into her deep brown eyes, especially since he was still suffering with his own morals and emotions trying to understand that unknown feeling in his heart. “…So…what happened…?” She asked still resting on him. “…I was very conceited then…over confident and cold-hearted…”-“You still are,” replied Saria as she rested her head on his shoulder, wrapping her arms around his waist. “I didn’t care about her intentions…all I knew was if I defeated her and took her crest I would be all powerful…”
“What did you do to her…?”
“Nothing at first…before the battle she tried to reason with me…she said that if she was to win the fight she would be able to show my heart about the meaning of love…but I didn’t believe her…”
“…And she made you regret your disbelief…didn’t she…?”
“Almost…at the end of the battle she defeated me with one of her strongest attacks…so strong in fact it nearly took my breath away…I was on the edge of dying…she was suppose to put an end to my life…but…she spared me…” Before he went on to continue his story he could sense a distinct change in Saria’s energy. As he pulled her away from his shoulder that she was resting on he heard her complain as if she didn’t want to be removed from his embrace. But she soon became still and relaxed, in a state of bliss and contentment. She was calm, and quiet and obviously willing to listen to him. He felt content to hold her in his arms. Sensing her distraught emotions were as the same as his he sighed and embraced her, allowing her to place her head back on his shoulder. He didn’t understand why he did this but all he knew was it felt good to satisfy her and know she was satisfied with him instead of enraged and annoyed by his presence. Saria sighed softly against him as she endured his embrace. For some reason they both felt a feeling of uneasiness being so close but they knew that although they didn’t understand why they knew that this is what they actually wanted they decided to go along with it. It still bothered him, not knowing why he began to feel such useless feelings of compassion and understanding for a woman that has caused him so much trouble and pain, but not considering reason he ignored his emotions confusing it for signs of weakness and continued to finish the story.
“Her attack knocked me unconscious but in seconds she had awakened me. She begged and pleaded with me, telling me not to close my eyes…not to go to sleep…to hold on and that I would be al-right. I was confused…why would an innocent girl allow me to live when I had caused so much pain to the ones she loved…?” He asked himself still keeping an eye on Saria who was nearly motionless in his arms. “After she healed me she helped me up and out of the arena…after that I went to places where I could atone for all of the things I have done…with my defeat the crests I stole were returned to the Zoanthropes and their souls were restored to their bodies…that battle had changed me…I still kept my personality, the one that you and your friends have come to hate…but I decided to be a bit more open to people…a minor change…but it was a big difference to others that knew me and what I was known for.”
“…So why…why are you so bitter all of the time then…?” Asked Saria, as she unwrapped her arms from his waist, appearing to be more alert then she was earlier.
“She left me confused…I mean…her and the towns people showed me they’re modified versions of love…but it was never enough to help me understand the real meaning behind it…what it meant…the question still bothers me…it has gotten in the way of what I wanted…” He finished. For the moment the room was very quiet, neither Xion nor Saria said anything. Saira still had her eyes closed and remained still, as she unconsciously placed herself back into his arms. “I still don’t understand why I feel like this…”-What…?” She interrupted. “These feelings…useless feelings of compassion…confusion…desire…frustration…it’s almost as if something is in the my way…”
“What’s holding you back…?” Asked Saria as she removed herself from Xion’s embrace. Xion soon felt like Saria for the moment when she removed herself away from him but he refused to give into his emotions, he didn’t say anything, he didn’t want to admit it but Saria had confused him once again with her questions, and blinded him with her kindness but that didn’t matter to him. He started to feel tense again, he felt his heart swell up inside of him as he continued to stare and now suddenly admire Saria. He felt pain everywhere inside of his body, pain that he wanted to do away with but didn’t know how to get rid of. The pain felt like a need that he couldn’t satisfy, his animalistic instincts had clouded his mind and he was left to either consider his original intentions or satisfy his human emotions in anyway possible.
“…Damn…this…this isn’t what I had planned…”
“…Xion…I…I…I’ve been having the same problem lately…”
“What…?”
“Ever since I became a Zoanthrope my life has seemed so…unclear…so…”
“…Unpredictable…?”
“Yes…I don’t even think I know who I am any more…or what I want out of life.” She admitted.
Xion couldn’t help but admire her honesty. He felt relieved to know that she was feeling the same way as he did. But it still didn’t help him to solve his problem.
“…But I know what must be done…” She said as she placed herself in front of Xion and reached for his injured right hand.
“What are you-Argh!” He yelled as he sensed Saria using her powers to provoke and anger him. “Argh…DAMN YOU! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! ARE YOU CRAZY?!!” He yelled as he snatching his hand away from hers.
“…Your only here for one reason Xion…to kill me…” She said in a positive yet disappointed tone of voice.
“Yes…that is the only reason…”
“Or is it…?” She questioned.
“Grrrr….” He mumbled. {She’s trying to confuse me again…”}
“You said you didn’t know what was getting in your way of what you wanted…I happen to be having the same conflict…”
It was official, Xion couldn’t take it any more; her words were beating him into his face harder than any other form of punishment he had ever received in his whole life.
“You want to understand love…? Know the meaning of it…experience it…?” She asked now demanding an answer.
“…You could never help me to understand-“ANSWER ME!” She yelled, now angry with him because he still couldn’t see that what he wanted was what she wanted as well. He ignored her for the moment but was curious to hear her reply to his answer. He knew that now their powers were n’sync with each other and they could sense what they felt inside for each other but they were both reluctant to having to admit to it. They both just stood there. Staring at each other with looks of hatred and resentment on their faces. Saria couldn’t take the silence any longer, her energy level was already too high but could be easily controlled, she decided to relinquish her powers and try a different approach with Xion, one that would soon change their lives and the way they saw each other for the rest of their lives. Xion could sense the drop in her power and was now disappointed…feeling that what she was about to say or do might be unreasonable.

“Saria I-“Look, Xion…” She interrupted. “I know you have trouble with telling people how you feel when it comes down to your human emotions…so…I’ll give you two options…” She said, as she made sure never to keep her eyes off of his.
“You can either…kill me…or…” Looking into Xion’s eyes with confidence.
“…Or…you can take me…” She said as she studied Xion and the subtle look he had on his face. “Tempting offer temptress…” He replied as he glanced at Saria and then her bed and then back at her not really sure if he should believe what she had just said to him.
“It’s your choice…all you have to do is decide…” She said as she watched Xion place his hands on her shoulders.
“My decision…is that what you really want…?” He asked as he lightly pressed his thumb up against the scratch wound she had received from her cat not too long ago.
“You know what I want…” She said as she closed her eyes still expecting Xion to go on and kill her, but trying to live in the moment of him being so close to her and having him touch her like that.
“…Maybe…but do you know what I want…?”
“…The only way you’ll ever know…is if you find out right here and now for yourself…” She said at the same time shuddering as she felt the immediate pressure of Xion’s hand becoming his sharp, primary weapon sliding against the small scratch wound on the upper part of her chest.
“Are you scared…?” He asked in a concerned and passionate tone of voice as he brought her closer to him applying only but so much pressure to make her tremble further without causing damage to her body.
“…No…” She said now closing her eyes wanting to forget about everything and what is about to happen to her.
“…Do…or die…?” He questioned.
“…It’s your decision…just…make the right one…” She said in regret.
Xion just stood there and studied her. Saria was stationary, but discouraged, she stood there with her eyes closed tight filled with tears that she tried to hold back from falling down her face actually fearing for her life knowing what he is capable of doing and what he might do to her at that second.
“Go on…it’s al-right…it’s okay…” She said sadly, quivering as she could feel Xion moving his blade away from her body, hesitating to do what he had planned on doing.
“Don’t worry about me…I have nothing to live for anyway…” She said still with her eyes closed maneuvering Xion’s hand back to her chest where he could attack her and finally do away with her life once and for all.
“It’s not that difficult of a decision for you to make…” She said as she sensed his immediate disappointment in himself for not deciding sooner.
“You hate me…you despise me…” “What…? NO I…!” Said Xion as he pleaded with her. “Listen to me…if you want something done right…you have to do it yourself…you’ve been feeling the same feelings I’ve been feeling…feelings of neglect or needlessness…but…
Your decision could change all that…” She said opening her eyes hoping to get a good look at him one last time.
“…You have to do what must be done…now all you have to do is make your decision…” She said as she closed her eyes and felt Xion pull her towards him.
“Right…” He said as he placed his hand on her chest and readied himself to attack.
“Whatever you choose…that’ll be the answer to the most important question you’ve kept bottled up inside of you all this time…” She couldn’t go on talking like this to him any longer. She silenced herself and allowed Xion to decide her fate.
Full of fear and an unknown surge of involuntary adrenaline, she began to feel restless and anxious as she awaited her death sentence by the silver haired man that stood in front of her. As she felt the cold and acute edge of the blade move down her face she began to anticipate her demise. As Xion continued, Saria’s at first glance, distraught emotions changed into a strong and unfamiliar urge as she felt Xion’s hand morph back into his damaged right, as he continued to move further down her body.

“I don’t break promises.” Saria’s eyes snapped open realizing what he just said. Through the towel she could feel his hand lightly touching her breasts and sending chills down her spine as the left hand glided down her back, grabbing her almost instinctively, feeling the round curves of her ass. With Xion seducing her like this she knew she wouldn’t be able to hide her feelings from him any longer. However, the only thing his tricks did was help her to recall other memories of them together like this. Other times when he had her cornered and he knew she couldn’t resist submitting to his authority. Times when they were alone, in the locker room, the parking lot, the shower room; when it went either way where either one wanted to give in to their desires knowing they could be rewarded if either one was willing to give in to the other. “Alone…just like in the library…on top of all those books…” She thought as she began to remember that time when she was left with a more than angry, and distraught Xion who was suffering with the realization of the limits of his powers. She had him right where she wanted him, and Xion, with no conscious, or sense of morality, or even more so a will of his own to listen to his head but his own desires and impulses. She didn’t know what to think. Was he toying with her again, setting her up for the ultimate disappointment? With Xion’s consistent and gentle touches that seemed to continue on with every passing second of the clock, Saria was becoming more and more sexually deprived and starved. She couldn’t go on having to consider such stupid, and pointless question and thoughts that broke in to her mind. Almost instinctively as she placed her arms around his neck she felt Xion’s hands slip down her back and with his arms around her waist pulling her closer to kiss him. With the kiss seeming to go on nearly for forever, Xion had finally released her from it. As he drew in the air he needed to continue, Saria’s soul was being overcome with enthusiasm. As Xion started to relax still in his embrace, she, touching his face kissed him back, slowly to sense his every reaction. He wrapped his arms around her waist as she continued to show him her love and admiration for him. It just seemed so right to him. This was exactly what he wanted, to have Saria like this all to himself with no one standing in his way. He never intended on letting go of her, and that’s exactly what Saria wanted. She was enjoying every minute of it. For someone who appeared to be so cruel, relentless, and unforgiving at one time or another at that moment showed a more human side to himself that she had never seen before, one that she wanted to embrace for an eternity. At long last, some of his questions were finally being answered, but it wasn’t enough, he wanted more, and he knew there was more to Saria then meets the eye, and he intended on finding out everything he could to understand her true human nature. Saria had already given in to him knowing that she would be in for a long night. But she knew it wouldn’t be right for Xion to do all the work…so she easily broke his kiss to try a more seductive approach on her inexperienced partner. He closed his eyes as he felt her warm lips on his neck. At first her gentle kisses felt like nothing to him, but he started to lose some of his self-control as he felt her licking and breathing down his neck. She laughed at him softly as she felt his throat muscles tighten under her lips. She continued persistently, listening to him breathe, and hiss and moan as she continued to sensually arouse him. Still toying with him, she sensed him becoming motivated as she began to feel around under his shirt. Removing his trench coat for him she continued feeling the contours of his skin, touching every part of his smooth and rough body. His sense of self-control was unraveling fast as he felt her rip his shirt off. Proving to him she was the aggressive one, he felt her press her hips hard against his as she pulled him down onto the bed with her. Still kissing him with her laying on top of him he began to seem highly intensive as he breathed harder, feeling her lips leave his mouth and go back to his neck, only to have his desires sore to higher levels as she sucked on his neck. Enduring her passionate demonstrations, he decided to turn the tables on her. Sitting her up with her locked onto his lips, he eased her away from him to start things off. Her lips quivered against his as she felt him slowly beginning to remove the towel from her naked body, she gasped as she felt his hands slide down her back. She was officially lost in his passion, as he held her against his knee he watched as she closed her eyes, letting herself relax in his embrace…

He smiled at her mischievously as he saw the instant look of innocence and desire on her face. He watched Saria sigh as he kissed her neck and allowed his index finger to flow past her collarbone then with his free hand, using the towel to cover his hand he quickly teased her body by gliding it across her breast and then taking it off of her, he tosses it to the side out of his way. Saria’s heart started pounding as she felt Xion continue to seduce and stimulate her as he continued tracing his finger down her neck, towards her scratch wound, causing her to hiss from the stinging pain she sensed as he traced his finger backwards and forwards against it, finally advancing to her breasts. He focused his attention to her, listening to her breathing patterns hasting as he slowly touched her breasts with his lips. As she laid back down on the bed she began to breathe harder and faster as she anticipated Xion’s unremitting, sexual procedures. He continued by moving down her stomach, not failing to overlook any place of her body he wanted to touch. She knew what he was going to do next, but she wanted him to continue. Still surviving the feel of his kisses and touches on her body she closed her eyes only in seconds having to open them wide as she felt his tongue rove around at the junction of her thigh. She couldn’t control herself from moaning in pleasure from Xion’s deliberate actions. As his actions intensified she felt her emotions swell up inside of her, making her want to scream from the provided pleasure. She heard Xion laugh at her in a cocky and satisfied tone as he noticed her weakening from his attempts. He laughed again as he watched her turn her head to the side, refusing to give in to his seduction, and mutter sounds of desperation and surrender as she endured his torment. He knew she was ready, for him and anything else he had planned on doing to her. As he continued he felt her pulse racing, he looked up to see her sweating from the pressure that he placed on her as he ran his tongue along the most delicate part of her body. Sensing a definite change of tone in her voice as she continually moaned in ecstasy from the thickening tension he forced upon her he decided to stop before she could whine to her hearts content any further. To his surprise as he stopped he saw her jerk up from her spot and with her arms around his neck forces him to fall on-top of her and kiss her on her lips. He knew that leading Saria on and letting her off like that wasn’t right but that was part of his idea, to sexually arouse her like that and leave her wanting more. It was obvious to him that he succeeded in doing so as he felt Saria kissing and grasping him even more fervently then before. Xion was too stubborn to admit how he felt to such treatment but his bodily reactions were all she needed to assure her of his real feelings. Being full of himself and appearing more relaxed with Saria still on him he moaned slightly as he fell back on the soft pillows of her bed.

“…I’m going to get you for that…” She said in a sexy and vengeful voice as she continued kissing his neck.
“Ha…” He replied. “…You can’t…you can’t do that…you can’t manipulate me that easily…” He managed to say as he felt Saria’s hips press even harder against his own. Her dominance outshined his own as he allowed himself to surrender to Saria and her lethal body. Being preoccupied at the moment with Saria, now lusting after him, he was too far gone to realize that she was about to give him a better demonstration in comparison to his own. As he continued to absorb her passion he began loosing total control of himself as he felt Saria’s left hand slide down his chest and to the seat of his pants. He knew what she had in mind but he didn’t think she would have been brave enough to go through with it. To his immediate surprise he felt her hand slowly and almost harshly stroking his penis through his pants. She watched as his chest rapidly move up and down at times matching his normal heart rate, as he tried his hardest to control his fast breathing, knowing damn well that he wouldn’t be able to, not after this!

“Is this…too much for you…?” She asked as she continued teasing him, watching him struggle with his emotions, seeing him gasp and breathe faster at a consistent rate.
“You temptress…!” He breathed as he felt Saria’s hand lightly grasp and come into contact with his crotch. He couldn’t keep Saria and what she was doing to him off his mind.
“…Maybe…maybe I should stop…” She replied as she unzipped his pants and allowed her hand to search for and massage his copulatory organ.
“Hmmm…?” She asked as she slowly slid her left hand away from it, feeling it erect.
“No…!” He said breathlessly as he grabbed her left arm, placing her left hand on his chest.
“Fine…” She said smiling at him, knowing he couldn’t take her sexual touches any longer. As he continued breathing as quickly as he did before, she hushed him instantly with her kiss. Still with her left hand slithering back down to his parted thighs, allowing her hand to rub and roam feeling his body parts, he couldn’t help moaning in her mouth, from the stimulation. As she continued Xion nearly bit his tongue off as he gasped in alarm, eyes wide, as Saria grabbed his crotch. That had to have been the only thing that had caught him off guard the whole time.

“Saria…” He said breathing hard still with his penis in her grasp. Feeling warm and moist in her hand, as she continued massaging it. As he continued to breathe harder, and faster, seeing him sweat under the pressure of her clutching his external organ in her hand, Saria couldn’t help but laugh playfully at him. She finally got him to show some real emotion.
“Didn’t expect that…did ya?” She asked refusing to let go of him, still clutching his crotch, allowing her fingers and fingernails to glide around the moist edge and tip of it.
“No…I didn’t…” He said breathlessly as he gave her a sedated smile, for treating him so nicely, yet so aggressively.
“Your brazen…sassy…. and feisty…really feisty…” He hissed as he felt her fingers slide along the surface and back of it.

“You have no idea…” She replied in a seductive tone as she gently eased him back on her pillows as she pulled off his pants. Xion loved every minute of Saria’s sexually aggressive nature, a side to her he hardly ever got the chance to experience. Her touches were seductive as well as manipulative and at the same time felt stimulating and damn near inspiring! He never felt this good in his whole life. It seemed as if she wouldn’t let up. As she continued her loving torture on him she watched him sweat even more allowing his muscles to clench as she went on touching him, using her tongue to vigorously lick him, provoking his imminent erection. As she continued she could sense him becoming fully aroused, but before she could play him like he played her a while ago she felt Xion jolt up quickly and snatch her away from his thighs to lock her in a heated embrace. That was it, Xion couldn’t take it any more, and she could see it in his eyes. He wanted her bad…and now.

“Enough games Saria…” He said breathlessly as he readied himself above her, staring at her with love and lust in his eyes.
“Then…then stop playing…” She stuttered, becoming breathless as she felt his penis brush up against her vagina.
“…Take me…take me now…” She said breathlessly, as she traced her hand along his right arm, and lower back, feeling every curve, and peek of his well formed body, only stimulating him even more.
With those words said, Xion kissed her on her trembling lips, sensing her strong desires and fears and then immediately obeyed his lover’s commands.
“Xion…” She muttered, starting to whine as she felt his instantaneous force enter her body. Trying to overcome the pain she felt from her lover’s strength, she gripped his arms, pulling him towards her, pushing him further into her body.
“Saria…” He moaned as he felt Saria’s fingernails burrow deep into his shoulder blades and drag down his chest back to the sides of the bed as he pulled back slowly, giving her a taste of his power. Saria started to moan, and breathe faster as he pushed forward, letting himself slide in and out of her as he progressively full-filled her desires. Watching her breathing patterns change and falter on him with his every movement only compelled him to continue with their sexual interactions.
“Are you alright…?” He asked softly, noticing her body convulse as he continued to flow in and out of her at such velocity, kissing her neck to help her control her bodily reactions. She sighed as she felt his silver hair, drenched by his sweat brush up against her face, and neck as he lowered his head on her shoulder. Moving in, then out, pushing harder and beginning to move faster.
“Uhhuh…” She uttered softly in a yielding tone of voice. Moaning more as she felt such a powerful surge of pleasure continuously delve in and out of her body. Nodding her head yes in response to Xion’s simple question, she shivered as she pulled him over her breasts, allowing his sweat-drenched body to cover hers.

“Please…don’t stop…” She said licking her lips as she gripped his arms, thrashing her head back and forth against the pillows as his hands tightly gripped the sheets as he forced himself to continue moving in and out of her at such a startling rate. Her muscles began to tighten and contract as Xion began moving faster, not stopping for anything now. She began to moan loudly almost as much as Xion as he continued with their sexual intercourse. It almost felt like more than what they had bargained for. Trying to suppress and control himself from howling any louder than Saria was from the pleasure of their sexual fusion, he smashed his lips against hers. Failing to remain under control, he started moaning against her mouth and lips as he felt her following his movements, moving up as quickly as he did as he pushed forward and as he pulled back. Xion continued to moan, refusing to be insensitive as he kept thrusting into her, starting to feel the climax of their interaction. Both Xion and Saria moaned in pleasure and relief as the intercourse was completed. Both sounding breathless, Xion more so as he collapsed on her. She lost breath as she sighed and softly laughed as she felt Xion breathing across her chest in a leisurely, and exhausted fashion. “No…” He heard Saria say to him, innocently, as he struggled to get off of her, feeling her pull him back towards her, kissing him, pressing her lips softly against his. He responded with tender kisses of his own and then feeling the effect of their work he placed his head against her chest, sighing against her.
“Saria…I…” He said calmly, as he felt her fingers comb through his long hair, and her right hand massage his lower back.
“You were great Xion…” She managed to say as she laughed again catching her breath as Xion kissed her forehead to assure his honest love and admiration for her, hearing him reply “Huh…?” In a surprised tone as she quickly and playfully grabbed and squeezed his firm ass, causing him to turn his head, and notice her actions. After reaching the peak of their heated passion the couple had fallen asleep.

Around four in the morning Xion had awakened. He sat up for a moment to wake himself up, only to feel relieved that he didn’t go along with his intended mission. He laid back on Saria’s bed, smiling as he saw Saria snuggle closer to him as she slept. Just listening to her breathe made him feel happy. He finally realized what he wanted, and that was to be with her. Making love to her was the best thing he had ever done. He loved her, he knew it in his heart, but did she still feel the same way about him? There really wasn’t any need to doubt it, but he still felt unsure. He heard her moan in anger, from a bad dream. As he listened to her fight with her whimsical opponents he soothed her complaints by kissing her soothingly on her forehead and face. Eventually she woke up, in a good mood to see that her lover was still by her side.

“Xion…” She said in a sympathetic tone of voice as he continued to kiss her.
“…Hey…you okay…?” He asked.
“I’m okay…just a stupid dream…”
“Heh…I was kinda worried about you for the moment.” He replied.
“Ha-ha-ha…I thought that you wouldn’t be here when I had finally woken up…” Saria said.
“I’ll never abandon you…you know that…don’t you…?” He said as he held her in his arms. All Saria did was nod yes as Xion gazed into her eyes.
The two of them remained silent for the moment, remembering what they had done only a few hours ago, and how painful yet wonderfully satisfying it was for them.
“…You’re the only one that really cares about me…” Replied Saria in a low tone of voice.
“…What about your father…?”
“What about him…?” She asked in a funny and arrogant tone of voice that got Xion to smile back at her.

“You really do have a nice smile…” She said as she admired his devilish grin. “…Hmph…that is…when your not getting laid…” Said Saria as she tried to make a joke out of their previous sexual situation.
“Funny…real funny…you were the one who started to whine when things got really interesting…” He snapped in a kind and arrogant tone of voice.
“Whine…? ME? PHA…what about you? I never saw you look so sedated and incapacitated after I played the same trick you played on me…”
“Yeah-yeah-yeah…that’s real funny …but you…I got to admit this…you surprised me today honey…” He replied.
“You too…there was a lot of stuff that you did to me that really caught me off guard…” She answered back.
“I didn’t hurt you…” He said in a concerned and confident voice.
“Ha-ha-ha…” She laughed as she felt him defend himself against her, remembering her exact body movements, before she sexually tormented him with her wandering hands and fingers as she did hours ago. “…I was about to ask you the same question…”
“Ye…yeah…right…” Replied Xion in a nervous, and relieved tone of voice as he succeeded, grabbing her hand, prohibiting Saria to go on with with her playful torture.

“Lets not start that again…” He said, smiling at her, as he helped her to bring her hand back along his chest.
“But seriously…I enjoyed it…every single minute of it…even when it got a little too intense…Xion you…you really showed me how much you care…” She said as she smiled, remembering how gentle he was with her, not neglecting any of her needs, wants, and desires. She just laid there in his arms as he fell back onto the bed. She was happy just being around him, it was just a shame that he wouldn’t be able to stay with her too long.
“Don’t go…” She whispered as she sensed him getting out of the bed to put his clothes on.
“…I don’t want to go…but your father…”
“Who cares about my Father…?” She asked in a defiant tone that almost matched Xion’s.
“He knows that we aren’t normal people any more…” He replied.
“Yes…that’s right…but…we never were…” She said as she slipped on her short, silk, dark blue colored nightgown.
“You don’t fear him any more…do you…?” He asked.
“I never had…” Xion couldn’t believe the confidence and defiance of her voice. She meant every word that she had said about her father. He had betrayed her, allowing some witch to move in on her turf and take over her family relationship, and if she couldn’t have the love of the man that created her, it only seemed fair for her to embrace the love of her true friend and once hated rival.

“I hope he never comes back…but if he does I don’t care if he finds us together in my room…as long as you’re here with me…nothing else matters…” She wrapped her arms around Xion and he welcomed her with open arms kissing her for her honesty. It was still dark out and they were still exhausted, but before Saria could go to sleep Xion whispered something to her…

“So this…this is what it feels like to love some one…and then to gain their love back in return…” He said as he looked into Saria’s dreary, tired eyes.
“Yes my love…this is exactly what it feels like…to love some one…honestly…” She answered in a soothing voice.

“I promise…your mine…forever…I won’t allow any thing terrible to happen to you…ever again…no matter what happens…I won’t ever let you out of my sight love…” He replied as he closed his eyes and fell asleep.
“I’ll always love you …no matter what…you are mine…for all eternity…” Was Saria’s final reply as she slowly drifted off to sleep in her lover’s arms.