Slayers Fan Fiction ❯ Just When I Found You ❯ Last Minute Hello ( Chapter 1 )

Just When I Found You

Last Minute Hello

Disclaimer: I don't own Slayers, only this plot; and I am not making a cent by writing this.

She stared out the window, one hand up to touch the glass, the other limp at her side. A woman in her early thirties with short raven black hair, flipped out in a girlish manner. In contrast her eyes were anything but child like; a clear blue like a morning sky, a blue that seems to go on forever, a blue that held a lost light. Below her petite heart-shaped face was a womanly figure that had and did attract the attention of the opposite sex. The hour glass shape was clad in loose flowing green pants and an impossibly tight yellow shirt with the minimum amount of sleeves. Matching yellow sandals adorned her feet and her lone accessory was an odd wristband with a large bauble attached to the top.

Her eyes dimmed as she moved her gaze from the window and the figure outside. Life wasn't as simple as she'd once believed it to be. Not every road seemed bright. She still believed in justice, but sometimes it felt as if she was the only one. Sometimes no matter how hard she tried to stitch it together her life still seemed to unravel. It had been seventeen years since she had last seen him and yet, when she closed her eyes memories invaded her mind as clear as the first reflection. Did she miss him? She wasn't sure. Life went on but it seemed her heart had been left behind.

A knock upon her door interrupted her reverie. Lifting her head and plastering on a smile she moved forward to answer the door.

"Amelia, aren't you ready to leave yet? It's ten past six for L-sama's sake."

"Why do you insist on calling me that, and yes I'm ready."

"Call you what, Amelia? It is your name you know."

"Yes but," and with a sigh she lost all the words on her tongue.

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He stared at his canteen lost in thought. There, hanging on the container's lid rested the cursed bracelet. He couldn't even believe he still carried the piece of junk around.

"Who am I kidding?"

He removed the offending object and tossed it in the sand before him. He glanced back at the now empty canteen. The bareness seemed to mock him.

"It's only a stupid bracelet."

But no one was listening and so he reached out and snatched back up the 'stupid bracelet.' He stared at the thing willing it to provide him with answers but it was still only a bracelet. Sighing in frustration he replaced the bracelet to its former place on the canteen and placed both items back under his cerulean cloak. His little outburst quite finished he continued on his way, wherever that may be.

The man was an oddity. His skin at first glance appeared out of place because of its color, a sea teal, but closer inspection would find that it wasn't skin at all, it was rock. His chin length hair was just as off. Made of purple wire it made for the worst bed head in existence. The biggest shock was his eyes though, cat like slits of grey.

He was aware of how he looked and tried to cover it by wearing a loose beige shirt over loose beige pants, both of which were covered by a deep blue cloak and hood. Sadly his efforts had the opposite of his desired effect and drew even more attention to his person. A man walking around with so much on in the middle of a heat wave didn't exactly blend in.

"Seventeen years and I still carry that silly thing with me, I must be losing it." At his words he stopped and slapped a hand across his face. "I am losing it! I'm talking to myself!" Snapping his mouth shut with resolve he once again continued his trek down the road.

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"What will you have sir?"

He glanced out from underneath his hood at the stocky innkeeper. "A bottle of your cheapest."

The innkeeper chuckled but reached under the counter to retrieve his request. "One copper."

Not in the mood for talking he merely tossed the payment on the counter and proceeded to nurse his drink. He managed to successfully block out most of the inane chatter but the men sitting on the stools to his left had obviously had their fill tonight and their voices rose in volume with each word.

"Will ya look at that one. Best tits I've seen all day."

"All say, and will you look at her hips."

"Feel 'em pressed against me already I can."

He sighed in disgust. Why didn't they stop bellowing about this woman and go bone her. Out of boredom more than curiosity he turned around to see what the men were talking about.

"Ah shit. Figures she's with someone," belted out one of the drunken customers.

He took in her companion first. A pale lithe man with dark hair that he thought was black until the man turned his head and the light hit it, turning it a rich shade of purple that stood out in the cloud of smoke and people. He couldn't make out much else besides the apparent fact that the man was handsome in a dangerous way.

Seeing all there was to see he moved on the woman. The black tresses and wide staring eyes brought up a faint stirring of recognition but he shrugged it away. He was sure he'd never met this lady before. She was stunning. She was sexy. She was making him feel things he hadn't in years. Things he hadn't been able to recapture since that seductive night.

He rose to his feet in a daze, ready to approach this mysterious woman when he heard the man say a name that stilled the movements in the room, at least in his own eyes, to a halt.

"Amelia."

He could only dumbly repeat the word. "Amelia."

She didn't hear him. She turned to her companion and smiled a smile so full of warmth that he felt a passion of rage consume him. He didn't know where it came from or why. All he knew was that he was in a world seventeen years gone and she lay there beneath him pulse racing to match his own.

**

"Amelia what are you doing up so late?"

She turned towards him, eyes full of something he couldn't identify. "Lina said you were leaving early tomorrow morning."

Normally he would have caught her in avoiding the question but his brain had stopped functioning when he fully got his fill of her outfit. Her shoulders were covered by two spaghetti thin straps that held on the thin layer of pink silk that floated around her body, covering only the bare essentials.

"Well, I, uh, um, yes. That's true."

"But why?"

"I want to get a head start on searching the Outerworld for my cure. You know this already Amelia."

"But why can't you come back to Saillune with me? There's tons of old documents that you haven't even touched yet."

"Amelia my cure isn't in Saillune; of that I'm sure."

"I'll never see you again if you stay. Won't you get lonely out here where you don't know a soul?"

He shook his head in denial. "Not really. People only serve to slow me down."

He watched as drops of liquid invaded her eyes. "How can you say that Mister Zelgadiss? Does our friendship mean nothing to you?"

"I...."

How could he respond to that? He couldn't, so he merely covered the distance between them and laid a timid hand on her shoulder. In a motion too slow to be real and too fast to comprehend she moved her own hand up and up until it rested at the back of his neck. Pressed so close to him he could barely move his head to look down into her upturned face. Every inch of her soft human skin touching him made every inch of his stony skin crawl in excitement. Dimly he was aware of the rain beating on his window's panes and of the alarms sounding in his mind, but only dimly. His body was on fire and her twin pools of blue were the only things that could put it out. He didn't want her he needed her.

As if in a strange exotic dance they moved over to the bed, clothing shed in-between every heat quenching kiss. Drowning in her eyes he positioned himself on top of her, her pulse was racing to match his own. His hands sought out every sweet curve, while his mouth hungered after her delicate shell ears. Her own hands were moving lower and lower and he almost screamed in frustration. Patience evaporating his hands forcefully moved her hands where the heart of the flame lay. Her eyes snapped open in embarrassment but he was too consumed to stop and comfort her now. So instead he distracted her by stroking her in feather soft motions. Her eyes fluttered closed back arching as she moaned out her feelings of agony. Her hands lost their grip on him and moved up to clutch his back. Knowing he was probably moving too fast he still couldn't help but make the most of the opportunity. Parting her inner lips he thrust forward into her depths. She cried out in pain and he pressed his mouth against her own to muffle the sound.

**

He was thrown from the past when Amelia's companion's eyes connected across the room with his own. His vision was filled with two strikingly blue catlike eyes.

"Mister Zelgadiss? Is that you?"

As if in a dream or a trance he broke eye contact with the man and watched as the two moved in his direction. Suddenly it became hard to breathe in the small dusky tavern.

"It is you! Mister Zelgadiss it's me, Amelia."

"...."

"Aren't you going to say hello."

"Yes. I, this is just a bit of a shock."

She giggled like she had seventeen years ago and he found the corners of his lips drawing upwards.

**

"Did I hurt you?"

His only answer was a tinkling of giggles. Even after that experience she was as innocent as ever.

"I'll take that as a no."

She kept smiling as if there was no tomorrow, but gave him a straight answer; "A little at first but I forgot after a couple of seconds."

He grinned in cockiness at her confession. Truth to tell he had been worried she hadn't enjoyed herself, after all, not only was it her first time, it was his.

**

"It has been awhile."

"Yes."

A pregnant silence followed and he could tell she was as uncomfortable as he was. She broke the pause first, like she always did, or had anyway.

"Oh. How rude of me! Mister Zelgadiss this is my son Orion," she turned to address her companion. "And Orion this is one of my old traveling companions, Mister Zelgadiss."

Orion politely reached out to shake his hand but he didn't even notice. It had been bad enough when he had thought this man, this Orion, was a date or close friend, but a son was even worse. A son was only made in one way, a way that brought emptiness to his stomach when he imagined her making one with any man besides him. An empty feeling filled up his heart so much that it sunk to his stomach. He was going to be sick.

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