TRUCE?
By Jessica
Darkness. Nothing more than pure, inky blackness. It was a horrible thing
for most to experience, let alone a golden dragon. Accustomed to colors and
light, Filia couldn’t see a thing. And that worried her, considering. Well,
considering the one who was with her in this darkness.
The cave had completely collapsed only moments before, leaving Filia
trapped inside. Of course, she wasn’t too worried about escaping. Lina and her
friends would get her out. But then again, if Lina and Gourry got hungry--they
may just take a break to eat. So when the escape from this cave came was a
mystery to her.
Then there was the issue about her companion in the cave. He had arrived
at the very last minute, but their arguing--although Filia would never admit to
it being partly HER fault--got in the way of their escape.
<<He probably teleported out of here without me>> Filia
thought bitterly. <<Stupid, good-for-nothing mazoku>>
Still... she looked around.
“Xelloss?” she called out softly. “Namagomi?”
She heard a soft groan and light coughing from behind her and whirled
around--and promptly tripped over something.
“Eck!” Xelloss complained as she flopped onto his stomach. “Get off
me, you overweight dragon!”
“OVERWEIGHT!” Filia barely kept her voice below an indignant shout,
“Why you little-”
“Please?”
“Oh,” Filia blinked in surprise. She realized she hadn’t moved,
being to preoccupied with her irritation. So she pushed off, purposely shoving
her palm down into his stomach as she did.
“Ow,” Xelloss whined, “Filia, that wasn’t nice!”
“You’re the one who called me overweight,” she said snobbishly.
“You called me Namagomi!” he shot back. “Are we still in the
cave?”
“Yes, silly mazoku, we are!” she huffed, “And why aren’t you
leaving anyway? You can teleport.”
“I know that,” he grumbled, “But the whole reason we came to this
cave in the FIRST place was because of the magic Lina sensed. Some magic--it’s
making it difficult for me to do anything. Not to mention that those rocks
falling sliced right through me. I hope you’re happy. I come in here to rescue
your sorry dragon ass and now I’ve got a gash the size of Gaav’s hair
through me.”
“Masochistic mazoku slime,” she sneered, “You’re probably
enjoying it!”
“There’s nothing to be enjoyed about extreme bodily harm, Filia,”
he snapped, “And I suppose you’re perfectly unharmed?”
“Fine.”
“And Lina’s out there trying to get us out?” he wondered, “I
hope.”
“What do you mean HOPE?” Filia reached out blindly and latched onto
his cloak. She shook him violently.
“Ghh! Stop it!” he pushed her away. “Lina doesn’t know I can’t
just teleport us out of here. And she doesn’t know if we’re even still
alive. I hope she tries anyway because if I have to stay in this cave with you
much longer I’ll kill you!”
“eeep,” Filia jumped away, her blue--yet blind--eyes wide.
“You-you-you... you wouldn’t, would you?”
Xelloss grunted softly, and Filia could hear him shifting slightly on the
gravelly, rock-littered ground. She knew his eyesight was much more suited to
the darkness than her own and wondered if he could still see, even though there
was absolutely no light. She suspected he couldn’t.
“No, Filia,” he said finally, “I won’t kill you.”
That surprised her. She wondered why not and asked as much.
“Because Lina threatened to use her Laguna blade on me if I don’t
bring you out alive,” he replied.
“Aaaahh!” she shrieked, “You stupid Namagomi!”
“Keep your voice down!” he snapped, “You want to cause another
cave-in?”
“Um, no,” she peeped.
“Good,” he sighed, “Now please keep quiet. I’m in pain, and it
takes concentration to heal this kind of wound.”
Filia sat back and kept quiet. She didn’t want Xelloss to
‘accidentally forget’ all about Lina’s threat and kill her anyway. He
would. He would have no qualms with just snapping his fingers and destroying
her. What a mess. She thought back to how this mess had started...
“Lina, either wait until you’re done eating or stop eating now,”
Zelgadis growled, growing impatient with Lina’s attempts to speak while she
was stuffing food into her mouth. “Either way, don’t talk with food in your
mouth!”
“Please, Lina,” Filia pleaded, “My allowance is pathetically small.
Keep this up and we won’t have any money left for the rest of the trip.”
Lina smirked at her and swallowed her food.
“Don’t worry, Filia,” she said smugly, “Your pocketbook can
relax. XELLOSS is paying for this!”
The trickster priest, who--up until that moment--had been so peacefully
drinking his coffee, looked up in surprise.
“Me?” he asked curiously. “But Lina-”
“No buts,” she cut him off, “If you’re going to continue to
travel with us, you’ve got to cough up some cash.”
“Lina!” Xelloss whined, “I never use any of the accommodations, let
alone eat anything! Why should I have to pay?”
“Just pay the bill, Xelloss,” she snapped.
Grumbling all the way, he pulled out a small bag of coins and gave it to
the head waiter. Oh well. Unlike the pathetic priestess of the Fire Dragon King,
he had access to plenty of money.
“ANYWAY,” Lina said, swallowing the last of her drink, “I was GOING
to say that I found an interesting cave a few miles from here. It’s got some
strange magical properties that I want to explore.”
Zelgadis perked up a bit.
“A magical cave?” he asked.
“Sounds fascinating,” Filia muttered.
“So, Xelloss,” Lina glanced at the purple-haired man, “You paid the
bill?”
“Yes, Lina,” he sighed.
“Great!” she grinned and stood, “Let’s go!”
An hour later, they found themselves by the base of a
huge cliff, towering over a river. Lina directed them to a cave and
boldly walked inside. Amelia and Gourry followed cheerfully while Filia
nervously trailed after them. Zelgadis paused by the entrance and glanced over
his shoulder at Xelloss, who was lagging behind.
“You coming?” he asked coldly.
Xelloss studied the entrance and shook his head slowly.
“I think I’ll wait outside,” he said, his voice a bit more serious
than usual.
Zelgadis eyed him suspiciously but walked in anyway. He had a nagging
feeling about this. If XELLOSS wouldn’t come in, perhaps it would not be the
wisest thing for them to do either. Still, he should warn Lina.
Xelloss waited outside the cave, perched on a rock. To fight off
boredom--for
L-sama’s
sake, they’d been in there for almost two minutes! When were they going to
come out?!--he pulled a book out of nothingness and leaned back to read.
He made it through half the book before he looked up again. No one had
come out. Pulling a fancy pocket watch out of his cape, he discovered they had
been gone almost five minutes now. When were they coming back?! He finished the
rest of his book and looked up again. No one. Nine minutes and counting.
Although he’d never admit it, Xelloss began to worry. Ten minutes in
that cave. Too long. And in THAT cave, no less.
“Nope,” he said to himself adamantly, “I’m not going in. Wild
gargoyles could not force me to go in there.”
A loud rumble and a shriek. Xelloss jumped off the rock and ran to the
entrance of the cave. He hesitated at the opening, peering in cautiously.
“Lina?” he called.
Like a herd of so many elephants, Lina, Gourry, Amelia, and Zelgadis came
running out, plowing straight over the mazoku priest. Xelloss picked himself up
off the ground and brushed off his cape. He eyed a snag in the material with
mild irritation. Then, he forgot about the snag when he found a pair of hands
gripping the front of his cloak and shaking him violently.
“L-Li-na-a!” he stammered, “W-what’s wr-o-on-g?!”
Lina stopped shaking him and glared into his closed eyes.
“Filia is still in there!” she exclaimed, “You’ve got to go get
her!”
“Me?” he smiled and brushed her hands away. “You MUST be joking.”
“You’re a powerful mazoku!” she screamed, “Surely you can brave
something as simple as a little cave-in!”
“I’m sure Filia is just fine,” he smirked. “She’s a dragon.
Those rocks won’t penetrate her tough hide.”
“Mr. Xelloss!” Amelia started-
“Oh, no,” Xelloss groaned.
“Just because you and Filia don’t get along,” she said, pointing
toward the sky dramatically and posing, “doesn’t mean you should let her die
in there! In the name of justice and good, you have a moral obligation to go
save her!”
“In the name of my own personal safety, I’m staying out here,”
Xelloss shot back.
“Xelloss!” Lina shrieked, “If you don’t go in there and come back
out with Filia alive, L-sama help me... I’ll never let you travel with us
again.”
“Like you can control that, Lina,” he smirked.
He opened his eyes in surprise when her talismans began to glow. She
smiled darkly.
“Lord of the dreams that terrify...” she chanted. “Sword of cold
and darkness...”
Xelloss backed away, his violet eyes wide in shock.
“L-lina!” he gasped, “What are you doing?”
“Free yourself from the heaven’s bonds!” she shouted, “Become one
with my power, one with my body and let us walk the path of destruction
together!”
“Lina!” Xelloss tripped over a small boulder as he backed away and
fell on his backside. He stared up at the young sorceress with horror as he
shoved himself away from the rock and scrambled to his feet. “Lina, stop
this!”
“Power that can smash even the souls of the gods!” she screamed.
“I’m GOING!” he shouted desperately, “For L-sama’s sake, Lina!
STOP!”
She smiled and let the spell dissipate in her hands. Xelloss glared at
her through narrowed eyes.
“That’s playing dirty, Lina!” he complained.
“Don’t bother coming back if she’s not alive, Xelloss,” Lina
replied sweetly.
He teleported into the cave. Unable to teleport once he was inside, he
ran to the back, searching around desperately for the stupid dragon who had
caused all this. A large rock fell near him, slicing across his arm. He yelped
in pain and grabbed his arm with surprise.
“That... shouldn’t have happened!” he gasped, looking down at his
arm. Black, swirling chaos that was his essence flowed through the gash. It
wasn’t bad, but it would take awhile to heal. He looked up, ducking as another
rock fell toward him, and spotted blond hair. “Filia!”
“Stupid Namagomi!” she shouted as she picked her way through the
rubble toward him, “What are YOU doing in here?”
“I’m here to take you out, lizard lips!” he called back, holding
his hand out to her. She looked up at him from several feet below, having fallen
into a small pit. Her blue eyes flashed angrily.
“I’m not coming with you, you monster!” she shouted, “You can
just take that hand and leave!”
Xelloss was tempted, but he recalled what Lina had said and stretched his
arm out again. He opened his violet eyes to meet her glare.
“Like it or not,” he shouted, “You’ve got to get out, and I can
help you!”
Filia grumbled in complaint and reached up. As she clasped onto his hand,
Xelloss grunted and pulled her up. But before Filia was over the edge, she let
out a piercing scream and pulled back. Caught by surprise, Xelloss tumbled
forward into the pit after her. Something struck him as he fell, and hot streaks
of pain shot through his back up to his shoulders and down his legs again.
Before he blacked out, he thought <<stupid dragon... somehow, this is all
her fault!>>
Filia sighed to herself and looked around, forgetting for the moment that
she couldn’t see anything. She heard a soft snicker from Xelloss and stiffened
in irritation.
“What’s so funny?” she asked.
“You’re as blind as a bat,” he predicted.
“And how is that amusing?” she demanded. So much for her theory that
he couldn’t see in the darkness either.
“You ARE a priestess of the Fire Dragon King,” he said challengingly,
“Why don’t you just cast a lighting spell?”
She opened her mouth to reply but then realized he was right. She had
completely forgotten about that. <<A lighting spell>> she thought,
bemused, <<Xelloss’s idiocy must be rubbing off if I forgot something so
simple as that>> She grinned in the darkness and held out her hands.
“Lighting!” she proclaimed.
Xelloss ducked and covered his sensitive eyes as the light shocked them.
Filia fought with her own shock as she saw the damage. The typically smiling and
cheerful mazoku priest had backed himself into a corner, using the rock to pull
himself into a sitting position. It appeared as if something had ripped through
him, leaving him with a gaping gash stretching from his left shoulder down
through his stomach. And he didn’t look too happy about it. Now squinting in
the light, he tilted his head toward her and glared.
“A warning would have been nice,” he growled.
“... What the hell happened to you?” she gasped.
“What does it look like?” he snapped. Apparently the injury was
making him more irritable than his usual imperturbable attitude--perhaps that,
and prolonged exposure to Filia. “When you pulled me down into this hole, the
rock that fell conveniently missed you and hit me instead. Thank you so VERY
much, Filia.”
“Serves you right, Namagomi,” she said, a little less venom in her
voice than usual. She was trying to push away her feelings of sympathy,
reminding herself that this was XELLOSS before her, not a normal person. He
could deal with a little pain after all the trouble he caused them. But still...
he seemed to be having difficulty regenerating.
“Having trouble, Namagomi?” Filia asked with a smirk.
Xelloss, now fairly accustomed to the light, looked at her through
narrowed violet eyes. A sarcastic smile lifted the corners of his mouth.
“Why NO, Filia dear,” he said with false sweetness, “I do this for
sport!”
He grimaced and glanced down at the damage.
“You may consider me a sick man, Filia,” he muttered, “but I draw
the line at self mutilation.”
She flushed slightly at the defensive comment. If Xelloss was defending
himself so vehemently, he had to be too distracted to keep up the facade of
always being happy. It was disturbing to say the least. She hated the happy
Xelloss less.
“Do you uh... need some help?” she asked hesitantly.
His eyes snapped up to her suspiciously.
“Why?”
“Well...” she flushed to a red that anime artists have taken years to
perfect, “That looks rather... painful... and I just thought...
Icouldhelpyouhealyourself.”
Xelloss smirked at her discomfort and closed his eyes--much to Filia’s
relief. She just found it too creepy when the mazoku opened his eyes. They were
always so evil looking, even when he didn’t have any malicious intent.
“I really don’t care to have you heal me with your ancient white
magic spells,” he replied.
“I know more than just white magic!” she claimed indignantly.
“Really?” he taunted, “A dragon priestess? What ELSE do you know?
Besides lighting that is.”
Filia fumed inside. Her hand went for her mace, ready to smash this
irritating mazoku to the next world. But Xelloss, who hadn’t really been
watching her, said something that halted the nasty weapon in mid-air.
“Any help you could offer--OTHER than your white magic spells--would be
useful,” he said seriously.
<<HELP?>> she thought incredulously, <<Xelloss is
openly asking for HELP?>> She thought she had heard everything (from her
travels with Lina, that is), but she NEVER thought she’d hear Xelloss ask her
for help. <<Don’t be hasty>> she chastised herself, <<he
never actually asked. He just left the option open-ended. That’s
different.>>
Filia moved forward cautiously and touched Xelloss’s uninjured
shoulder. He startled and looked at her. A slow smile spread across his face,
then he glanced down as something caught his eye.
“Come to pound me into the wall with your dear mace?” he asked
curiously.
“I was tempted,” she shot back, “Come here.”
Violet eyes opened wide with caution.
“Excuse me?”
“Listen, Namagomi,” she growled, starting to get irritated again. She
forced her hatred down, “Xelloss. If you want me to help, you’ve got to come
away from that wall. The magic from these rocks is interfering with anything you
or I might do.”
“You don’t really think I can move like this, do you?” he said
uneasily.
Filia heaved an impatient sigh and reached out to grab his cloak. Xelloss
yelped in surprise as she dragged him away from the wall and set him in the
center of the pit. It became quite obvious that he could barely hold himself up,
despite his determination not to show his pain. Feeling like a mother with a
reckless ten-year-old, Filia helped him sit up. She glared into his worried
amethyst eyes. She found herself grinning. Here she was, alone with her most
hated enemy--who was conveniently injured and helpless--and she was going to
HELP him. Any other time, she would have claimed she would take advantage of
this to kill him. But, he did get into this mess because of her, and she owed it
to him to leave him alone. <<Of course>> she thought with a derisive
snort, <<he could be a little more friendly himself.>>
“I can’t heal this, Xelloss,” she explained, “Being a mazoku,
you’d probably just reject any healing spells I tried.”
“You got THAT one right,” he said with a wry grin.
“But I can ease the pain,” she continued. “You’ll be tired and
weak-”
“Too late,” he commented dryly.
“And you’ll still feel the draining effects of the injury,” she
concluded, “since you can’t heal yourself properly until you’re out of
this cave.”
“If MY magic isn’t working properly, why does YOUR magic work?” he
complained.
Filia smirked.
“Lina discovered that herself,” she said, “None of her black magic
spells worked in here. Not even something as small as a fireball. But spells
that are Shamanistic or white magic work just fine.”
“Remind me never to come back here,” Xelloss commented off-hand,
“Something tells me I’d be at a distinct disadvantage.”
Filia giggled, surprising herself. She wrapped her arm around Xelloss’s
back and pressed her other palm against his chest. She frowned as she felt
Xelloss tense under her hand, no doubt thinking she was going to send a pulse of
strong white magic funneling through his body. But Lina wouldn’t like that,
she knew, so she refrained from hurting the little slime ball. Instead, her hand
glowed deep gold--a spell that wasn’t black magic, but nor was it purely
white. In truth, she had no idea of its origins. The power flowed into Xelloss,
and she felt the mazoku relax against her. He sighed softly as she took her hand
away.
“Thank you, Filia,” he murmured, his eyes falling closed again. This
time, it was in an expression of peaceful relaxation. Filia watched him, and for
some reason, never put him down. She felt comfortable with this strange mazoku
in her arms despite her avowed hatred toward him. Perhaps it was his
helplessness and lack of ability to harm her right now, or perhaps it was
something different...
Filia shoved that thought from her mind, shaking her head furiously. This
was XELLOSS she was thinking about! Sworn enemy of her race! Killer of hundreds
of thousands of golden dragons! He hated her as well. His attitude and constant
insults reminded her of that.
<<But he DID come in here to rescue me>> she thought.
<<Only because Lina threatened him with the Laguna blade!>>
she fought with herself.
<<He’s being so nice now>>
<<He can’t help it! He needs to be nice in order to coerce me
into helping him!>>
<<He looks so sweet like that>>
Where did THAT one come from?
<<He’s a regular wolf in sheep’s clothing, that’s for
sure>>
While Filia continued to argue with herself, Xelloss shifted
uncomfortably in her arms. Her grip around him was continuously tightening. It
was beginning to get intolerable. He opened his eyes slightly to look at her and
was mildly surprised at her gritted teeth and clamped-shut eyes. A small gasp
escaped him as her hand suddenly squeezed down on his injured left shoulder.
“Filia...” he murmured.
“Xelloss!” the dragon priestess’s eyes snapped open, and she looked
down at him. His face was twisted in a grimace of pain. “What’s wrong?”
“You’re...” he groaned softly, “hurting me.”
She realized what she was doing and quickly let go. A dark flush settled
across her cheeks, and she apologized quickly.
“Sorry, Namagomi,” she mumbled.
Xelloss twitched at the nickname.
“Would you mind not calling me that?” he asked hesitantly.
Filia scowled, and Xelloss jumped to fill something in.
“Humor me while I’m injured,” he added.
Filia smirked and shrugged.
“Why not?” she said, the superiority in her voice almost unbearable,
“I suppose I could afford you that. I am, after all, a priestess of the Fire
Dragon King. As a dragon myself, I am peaceful and loving. Kindness towards
others--even mazoku--is in my heart. So-”
“A simple yes or no would have sufficed,” Xelloss interrupted before
she could continue her speech that was beginning to sound vaguely like something
Amelia would say--minus all the jargon about justice. Xelloss thought he might
just be sick. Fortunately, he didn’t eat anything, and he really didn’t have
a stomach--not in the human sense. So he couldn’t do anything except feel a
bit nauseated.
Filia blushed.
“Of course,” she replied, “Na- ah, Xelloss. We really should see if
we can find a way out of here. Lina hasn’t arrived yet, and she may be having
difficulty getting in.”
“You really expect me to try to climb out of this hell hole?” he
asked skeptically. “In case you hadn’t noticed, I’m a little out of sorts
at the moment.”
Filia smirked, realizing his helplessness in the situation. She patted
his good shoulder and giggled.
“Silly mazoku,” she said, barely able to hold her glee back,
“You’ll have to rely on ME to get you out!”
“That’s very comforting.”
Filia slipped her free hand--her other still around his back--under his
knees and lifted him easily. Being a golden dragon, she was stronger than the
usual human--let alone a woman. Xelloss squeaked in alarm and opened his eyes
wide.
“F-f-filia!” he stammered, squirming in her arms, “What are you
doing?”
“I’m going to get us out of here!” she laughed, “What do you
think?”
“You’re going to CARRY me?!” he asked incredulously.
Filia laughed again, unable to get past the irony of the situation. She
was going to save herself AND Xelloss, who had been sent to save her in the
first place. Not only that, she was going to carry him out--an act that would
utterly humiliate the mazoku priest. He stared at her with wide eyes.
“You’re enjoying this!” he complained.
“Very much so,” she replied haughtily. “Now stop squirming. I have
work to do.”
“I can’t believe this,” he grumbled, “I’ll never live this
down.”
“Nope.”
“You’re cruel.”
“Yep.”
About ten minutes later, Filia found the best way to climb the side of
the pit and decided to try it. She considered her dress skeptically, not to
mention her claimed ‘charge’ as she thought about scaling the wall. Xelloss
smirked at her, realizing her problem.
“You COULD put me down and change clothes,” he pointed out, “Your
body is merely one of thousands you could use anyway. It should be an easy task
for you to change clothes.”
“Don’t tell me what to do!” she snapped, “I can change
clothes.”
She set him on the ground and looked up at the wall. From his position on
the rock floor, Xelloss folded his good arm behind his head and looked up as
well. He smirked as he pictured Filia fumbling around on the rocks. A small
giggle choked up into his throat as he saw her falling... Ahh. How nice.
When he looked over at Filia, she had already exchanged her dress for a
pair of pants and a shirt similar to the ones Lina wore. Being rather dark in
the pit--even with the lighting spell--he couldn’t make out the colors. He
suspected it was still that horrid shade of pink. Of all colors she could use,
she had to wear pink! Yuck.
“Time to get going!” she claimed, reaching down for him again.
Xelloss pulled away and smirked at her.
“You really think you can climb up there while you’re holding me?”
he scoffed, “Come now. I thought you were smarter than that, Filia.”
“For your information,” she looked down her nose at him, “I have
already taken that into account. I’ll carry you on my back while I climb
up.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he groaned, even as she helped him
sit up again. “I swear, Filia, if you ever tell anyone about this, you’ll
regret it!”
“I wouldn’t DREAM of telling anyone,” she replied brazenly.
“I’ll just hang it over your head until we part ways.”
Xelloss scowled at the top of her head. She was bent over, fiddling with
something. He didn’t realize what she was doing until it was too late. He
yanked his hands back in horror.
“FILIA!”
“Keep your voice down, Xelloss,” she mocked him, “You’ll cause
another cave-in.”
“But Filia!” he whined, dropping his voice back to its normal volume,
“This is unnecessary.”
Filia admired her handiwork. Xelloss’s wrists were securely bound with
her hair tie. She grinned deviously.
“If I let you just hold on, you’d be liable to choke me to death,”
she explained rationally, “This way, I don’t have to worry about this.”
Xelloss didn’t care about her logic. He was fuming with the indignity
of her action.
“I think you’re just taking advantage of this situation,” he
grumbled as she pulled his arms over her head and around her neck. She stood,
lifting him from the ground. Xelloss was grateful for the numbing spell she had
placed on him. This was going to hurt later. He closed his eyes, willing her not
to fall while he was with her. A fall would most definitely result in him
hitting the ground first and Filia crushing him later--pain from both
directions. Instead of looking up or down, he just kept his eyes squeezed
tightly shut and buried his face in long, blond hair.
“So help me, Filia,” he grumbled into her back, “If you fall-”
“I won’t fall,” she said confidently, “I’m making good progress
already.”
“Laguna blade or not,” he muttered, “I’m NEVER going after you
again!”
“Fair enough,” Filia laughed. “I’ll tell Lina you’re too
chicken to go on anymore crazy ventures like this.”
“You’ve got a mean streak that would rival any mazoku’s,” Xelloss
whined.
Filia laughed again and continued up. Xelloss heard her grunt softly as
she flopped over the top and rested there. He cleared his throat in effort to
gain her attention.
“Filia?” he murmured uncomfortably, “I’m sure you’re tired, but
I’m a tad bit uncomfortable with laying here on your back. If it’s not too
much trouble...”
She giggled and lifted his arms from around her neck. He sighed with
relief and rolled off her to the ground. He tugged impatiently at the band
around his wrists and poked Filia relentlessly until she gave in and finally
untied him.
While they rested for the moment, Filia looked around. She recognized the
surrounding area--despite the rubble. They weren’t that far from the entrance
of the cave, but she suspected the rubble locking them in was a bit more
extensive than the few rocks scattered about here. Still, better to be at the
entrance than by this pit.
“Time to get going, Xelloss,” she said abruptly.
“Damn,” he muttered, “And I was hoping we could spend eternity here
together.”
“You’d be dead in a week,” she replied. “If your injuries
didn’t kill you, I would. Let’s go.”
“Whatever you say, Filia dear,” he replied with forced sweetness.
She lifted him again and moved forward, careful not to trip on the
rubble. In a few minutes, they reached the entrance, which was indeed blocked by
a ton of rock. It would take hours to clear it away.
“Doesn’t look promising, does it?” Xelloss said softly, looking up
at the rocky wall.
“If I could climb up a rock wall with you on my back, I can deal with
this,” she replied.
“You have my support,” he smirked, waving a little white flag that
read ‘Go Filia!’ on it. Apparently, simple illusion spells were not affected
by the cave. Filia giggled and gently set him near a large boulder. Xelloss
leaned against it, crossing his legs in a leisurely manner, and watched Filia.
She proceeded to pull rocks away from the entrance--wisely starting at the top
to avoid creating a rock-avalanche that could bury her and Xelloss. And it
wasn’t long until she had cleared enough to see some light through. She put
her mouth to the small opening and shouted. Pausing for a minute in her shouts,
she turned and placed her ear to the opening.
“FILIA!!”
She flopped to the floor, holding her sensitive ear. Lina’s voice still
rang loudly in her ears.
“ARE YOU OKAY?!” Lina shouted.
Filia smiled gleefully and jumped to the opening again.
“First,” she said through the hole, “Stop shouting, Lina. I can
hear you just fine.”
“Sorry.”
“I’m fine,” Filia explained. “Lina, please get me out of here. I
don’t know how much longer I can last.”
“Odd how you fail to mention me in all this,” Xelloss quipped.
“Is that Xelloss?” Lina’s displaced voice asked.
Xelloss smiled and opened his mouth to call out happily. But Filia just
waved her hand at him dismissively and moved back to the opening. Xelloss
grunted as a golden mist formed around him, then consolidated above him before
returning to Filia to be reabsorbed into her. He crumpled to the floor as the
pain flared up and glared at her back. Filia had called back her numbing spell.
“Filia!” he moaned, “That was un-called for!”
“Deal with it, Namagomi!” she shot back. “Lina! Do you think you
could just blast this wall away?”
“It might hit you!” Lina exclaimed in concern, “Xelloss is
there?”
“Then I’ll just have to make sure I’m not in the way!” Filia said
cheerfully, ignoring Lina’s question. “I’ll shout when we’re ready.”
She turned and smirked down at Xelloss, who was sitting with his back
pressed into the boulder, his face twisted in agony. One eye slid open to glare
at her.
“Don’t you DARE leave me in the path of whatever Lina does,” he
growled irately. “Recall that I have friends in high places.”
“Never crossed my mind,” she said haughtily.
“Oh, I’m sure,” he replied dryly.
Filia picked him up and carried him over to the side of the cave, as far
out of the way of any possible debris projectories. Setting Xelloss with his
back to the wall, she crouched in front of him, her back toward the entrance
before shouting to Lina. Out of annoyance from Xelloss’s whining, Filia
replaced the numbing spell on him. He relaxed considerably in her arms, relief
evident on his face.
“Okay!” Lina called back, “Here we go!”
It was actually Zelgadis who blew out the opening.
“Daug WIND!” he shouted.
Rock exploded inward, bombarding everything in its path. Filia
instinctively ducked forward, shielding Xelloss and herself with her cape and
body from the worst of the barrage. He ducked as well and threw up a weak
protection barrier--not an entirely black magic spell. While Filia unthinkingly
protected the trickster priest from harm, he protected her from getting hit by
any large, flying rocks. Many of the tiny stones punched right through his
barrier, but they just shredded at Filia’s cape. It was minor damage that
could easily be repaired.
The wind died down, leaving them in a settling cloud of dust. Filia
straightened as she realized everything was okay, and heard frantic shouting.
“... Filia! Xelloss! Get out of there! The cave is collapsing!”
Not thinking twice, Filia scooped Xelloss off the ground and dashed out
into the fresh air. No sooner did they reach the outside, then the cave entrance
collapsed. Dust flew. Rocks crushed against each other with interesting sound
effects. All in all, it was a very dramatic moment.
But no one noticed the cave collapsing. Their attention was focused on
Filia, who was holding an unconscious Xelloss. Mouths were gaped, eyes were
wide, and the intelligent response to this scene was:
“...”
Filia looked down and was surprised to find Xelloss completely out. She
wondered when it had happened before deciding she didn’t really care. Shaking
him lightly, she watched as a single violet eye slid open.
“Welcome back, Namagomi,” she smirked.
Both eyes flew open as he realized they were surrounded by Lina and her
friends.
“It looks like you two have been getting along a little better,”
Amelia commented softly.
Filia dropped her arms away from Xelloss and let him fall. He yelped in
surprise, then remembered he could teleport now that he was free of the cave. He
did so, and landed safely on the ground, several feet away.
Now he was able to heal himself more quickly and ease his own
pain--WITHOUT Filia’s help, he was pleased to note. He crouched on the ground
and glared at them through one squinted eye.
“Filia!” he gasped, feigning shock, “What do you mean by taking
advantage of me while I’m injured?”
Filia blushed an angry red and clenched her hands in tight fists.
“You little-”
“Never mind,” Xelloss interrupted with a dismissive wave of his hand.
He reached out and grabbed his staff, which he had left by his original seating
place before being forced into the cave. “I don’t really want to know. And
Lina-”
“... What?” she asked, dumbfounded.
“The next time Filia gets herself into trouble,” he glowered at her,
“You can go after her yourself!”
“You were saying?” Zelgadis murmured to Amelia. The young princess
sweatdropped.
“Now, if you’ll excuse me,” Xelloss concluded, “I’ll be
recovering. If you need me, tough.”
He flashed out of the clearing, leaving behind a very irate Filia and
confused everyone else. Gourry looked at Filia, who was on the verge of
transforming back to dragon form. He smiled brightly.
“Does this mean you two are a couple now?”
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!”
Filia smashed Gourry into the next kingdom with her mace.
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