(D.X.) 2. Blue Eyes
#2 of Dynamo X
BORING STUFF FIRST
_[1]: If you're under 18 and on this site... wtf is wrong with you, go backs to 4chan... (like that's any better, but w/e... :shrug:)
[2]: I suggest you read the first part, else you'll be really, REALLY lost.
[3]: This one is short, because I couldn't think of a good ending until tonight.
[4]: I has to tinkles, but I thinks I can holdz it... DX..._
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- "Blue Eyes"
"Here," purred the voice, "Lemme get that..."
A large but gentle hand cradled Jade's head and slowly eased the dildo out of her mouth."I don't know how you could forget about something that huge sitting halfway down your throat..."
Jade gasped, clambered onto the floor, and scrambled over to her closet. The lion chuckled softly ... until he heard the unsheathing of a sword in the dark.
The light blinked on. The lioness's paw was on the switch. In her other hand was a katana, the whole thing tinted the color of blood. A simple paint-job and lacquer, but deadly-looking nonetheless
"I see you still have my sword," he casually murred.
Jade growled at the intruder. "YOUR sword?!?"
The lion on the bed pouted, disappointed, his head bobbing into an almost female tilt to the left. "You don't remember a damn thing, do you?"
"I remember you... from the gym--"
"An illusion, by the way," he quickly interjected.
"-- And then I heard you... here..."
"I followed you: Low? Yes. Sneaky? Definitely; but I HAD to see you..." His eyes were pleading as he spoke.
Her lips curled in a snarl. She looked at him. It was the same guy, alright. Jade took a moment, stared him down. Stared into those shocky blue eyes. His short mane was a dusky blond in the harsh, yellow light. The tan color of his fur deepened and brightened as it wrapped his sculpted form. He wore only a ragged pair of jean shorts. As normal as he looked, she didn't lower the blade for a moment.
He stood up, his eyes lingering on her bare form. She pointed the katana at his nose.
With an exasperated sigh, he said, "Alright. I didn't want to do this so soon, but I should have known you'd be this way..."
He took in a deep breath and let it out like a train letting off steam. His legs crouched in a stable horse stance. Jade braced her sword hand with the other, licking her lips in anticipation.
The lion moved first, grabbing her sword arm and locking it behind her in one thrust. He pressed her against the wall. The sword clattered out of her hand. Jade squirmed powerfully under his grasp, but not enough to wrench herself free.
"Get... the hell... OFFA ME!!! AAAAARRRRRGH!!!"
"Sure. As soon as you find that you've lost your want to kill me," he whispered.
Jade huffed, giving another powerful wrench. She finally managed to turn to face him. His hand wedged against the her body and the wall, she raised a leg, planted her foot on his chest and pushed him back onto the bed.
He gazed at her, wide eyed. She didn't need telepathy to know that he was wondering how the hell she did that. Then he smiled and put up his hands in surrender. "Okay, you win."
"Wh-what?" she stammered.
"You win. I'll get out."
As he rose to get up, she placed a hand on the center of his chest and gently pushed. "You moved like a demon and spun me like a ballroom dancer: You're stronger than me."
"Am I?" he asked coyly.
"You could have killed me, several times, but you didn't..."
"Yeah, I'm kinda funny that way," he pondered, almost to himself.
"Sit." And sit he did.
Jade scooped up her clothes off of the floor, and went to put them on. Before going into the bathroom, she gave him one warning of a look. He just stared back, as if she called his name. She gave him one last suspicious glance, and closed the bathroom door behind her.
She sighed. She had never been so flustered in her entire life. But according to him, she probably had.
'There something annoyingly familiar about him. Sneaks into my place just to 'see me'. Fights me, but doesn't put any effort into it...'
Jade pulled the t-shirt over her head and huffs at her own reflection. Her hair was a mess. She bound it all into a pony tail and went rooting around the floor for her underwear. Which required crouching down...
The cool air hit her exposed crotch and sent a chill up her spine. She gave a pleasured-but-muffled squeal and immediately stumbled back on her tail end, growling a curse at the empty bathroom.
A knock sounded on the door. "You alright in there?"
"Why do you care?" she barked.
The door sighed at his weight. "Well, it probably won't look good if you bust your tail bone in there and they find me, a stranger, sitting around in your apartment."
She chalked up his comment to a lucky guess and ego. "Wouldn't want that," she replied.
"Why haven't you asked me my name yet?"
"Names are unimportant to the dead..."
"I see. Well, I'm not dead now."
She slipped on her underwear and pants, hopped to her feet in the tiny commode, and flung open the door... to see him standing just as calm.
'Dammit, he turned around.'
He smirked in a knowing sort of way, his sharp fangs in sight, and coyly asked again; "Why haven't you asked me my name yet?"
Jade was taken aback by this. "What are you, a vampire?"
"Hahaha!!" he laughed, "That's doors and invites, not names. Ask me my name."
"Fine; What's your name?"
The lion stepped closer to her. His blue eyes started to sparkle a bit as he stared into her green hues. When he spoke, the words... they echoed... sent waves through her. Some of them weren't even words. Just sounds and feelings, emotions made into energy and light, buzzing past her like trees as you speed along a highway. She did hear one thing clearly.
"Kahos... my name is Kahos."
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He stepped forward for a reason; he knew she would pass out...
That's how memory spells worked... One knocks the subject out, roots through their memories, hides certain memories, and replaces them with something just as plausible. If or when the subject has the spell broken (Usually via a set of code words), the memories rush back, having an effect similar to traveling at 5-6 g's in a fighter jet, plus lowering the body's immune system to near-zero. I.E., the subject passes out again and sleeps off the magic.
... The lion caught her. He smiled, hefted her into his arms (easy, considering how small she was), and carried her back to the bed.
"... You were happy, too; I could tell, Love," he cooed to her as he set her down. "You were happy... but... the world needs you again. Needs us again."
He ran his hand over her forehead, her head already warming as he did.
'She'll be sick with fever for a few days,' he figured, 'A day is plenty for the spell to fade, but the effect can't be helped. Sleep well, Jade. And I'll be here when you wake up...'