Sigma came to me the other day. He asked me to help him, and as much as I wanted to...I wasn't able to. Rebuilding my life has proven to be much more difficult than I really expected. There are still things that hurt...the destruction I caused in Naunet Riva has left a scar upon the city and the people who live in it.
It was strange to receive such a request from Sigma...the man has changed so much since we first met. He was such an oddity to me. He rarely spoke, and rarely made himself noticeable to anyone. He never asked for help back then...even when he was in the most danger. And then somehow...suddenly...he was part of our family. Rinn took a liking to him almost instantly, and the other boys, Yuki and Kiro, accepted his presence as if he just..belonged there. I remember feeling like I was the only one who noticed that he wasn't supposed to be there, but the others just accepted his presence.
Hah....Byakuya hated him at first, I remember that quite vividly. Oh the times he'd whisper to me how much he wanted to put a little fire-flower in Sigma's pants and see how well he danced. I remember thinking it was vastly entertaining at the time, especially since Byakuya never actually tried to do that.
And so, slowly, Sigma became part of us. But even then...he never once asked us for help...with anything. And so...I feel guilty..not being able to help him. He's changed so much....
Our family keeps growing. Am I selfish for wanting it to stay my family?....or is it something else.
I suppose it doesn't really matter, as long as we're all together.
~ Zenarith's Journals ~
“Don't you ever run off on me again!” The long, muscular arms that belonged to Avin wrapping around Rinn's slender frame. “I was worried about you...you could have been killed... or gotten lost....or any number of things! I just...” Avin buried his face in Rinn's soft blue hair. “I can't lose you...” he whispered.
Rinn's cheeks colored faintly and he curled up in the taller man's arms. Rinn's feet weren't even touching the ground anymore. He smiled faintly, a purr rising softly from his throat. “Was safe...” Rinn whispered to Avin. “Was careful to stay away from others.”
Avin shook his head. “Even so...you could have..gotten really hurt...and I wouldn't have been able to do anything....”
Rinn kissed the taller man's cheek. “Am here now...so no need to be scared anymore.”
Sigma held back an inward groan at the obvious romantic mood coming from the two in front of him. He folded his arms over his chest. He still didn't feel...at his very best, so he was in a bit of a bad mood. Avin was preoccupied with checking Rinn over, giving a worried exclamation at the purple-black bruising of the boy's shoulder. Sigma rolled his eyes. He'd bandaged it well enough...Avin had nothing to worry about.
He felt a chill run down his spine and froze, knowing that eyes were burning into the back of his skull. He turned slowly, his eyes and face calm, just the faint shifting of his hair and eye color giving away his nervousness. There she was, glaring at him, her eyes blazing. He blinked. Why on earth was she here....and more importantly, why the hell was she pissed at him? She grabbed his arm and pulled him away from Rinn and Avin, her hands gripping his arm tightly. It almost hurt, the way she was pulling him. You have a lot of explaining to do, mister,” she hissed, glaring at him.
He blinked, a little confused. He kept his expression carefully neutral. “About what?” He asked cautiously.
She shook her head, eyes burning into his as she pulled him along into an empty bedroom. She closed the door behind them and folded her arms. “All right. Tell me what is going on. Why am I having dreams about you and your past? Are you doing this on purpose?” She looked frustrated and angry. He blinked with surprise. She was dreaming about him....? And his past....? He frowned slightly.
“That's not possible,” he said with a neutral expression. “I don't know what you're talking about.” Admittedly, he was flattered that she had apparently had a dream about him. It made his heart skip a few beats and it was only because of his careful control that he didn't blush.
She sighed exasperatedly. “I'll show you what I saw then,” she said with an irritated tone. She moved towards him, holding up her hands as though she were about to touch him.
He stepped back. “Uh, no. You're not messing with my head,” he said, eyes narrowing. His hair and eyes shifted to a dark red tone. He didn't want her in his head....she'd see things...He shook his head. “You're not getting in my head,” he emphasized.
“Stop being such a baby,” she said with a pout. He wouldn't be swayed by those cutely pouted lips. Nope. Not a chance. She was trying very hard to be cute, he decided.
“I don't want you poking around in things you've no business in,” he countered, folding his arms and looking for a quick escape.
“What is your problem?!” She exclaimed. “You're the one who sent me strange dreams. You're the one who has the attitude problem. I just want to help you, and understand why you're such an a--”
He'd had enough of her yelling at him, and he did the first thing that came to his mind. He kissed her. His second reaction was panic. Why had he done that? Sure he felt physical attraction, but usually he was able to keep careful control of himself.
He stepped back, his cheeks bright red. “Shut up,” he mumbled. “I don't know any more than you do.” He couldn't read her expression. Her eyes were wide, lips parted, cheeks flushed, and she had this...surprised...look. He felt awkward. “Look, I--”
She moved faster than he expected, those soft full lips pressed to his. “Shut up,” she whispered, her eyes glinting with a strange light. His heart skipped a few more beats. What was she doing....? Her lips were on his again, and he melted back against the wall, feeling her smaller frame pressed against his. She was kissing him and tasted...sweet. There wasn't another word for it. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her up against him. She was seducing him with her mind powers, he figured, but he realized he didn't mind. She wouldn't have to work too hard to seduce him.
His hand slid up her leg, pulling her hips against his as he kissed her hungrily. He pulled back for a moment, his eyes swimming dark gold pools, his hair dark red, shifting with emotions that were barely readable on his face as anything other than want. “Don't tempt me,” he said softly.
Thalia blushed vibrantly, and fluttered those thick dark eyelashes at him. “Don't tempt you to what?” she whispered.
“I think you know,” he replied, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her against him. He kissed her lips hard, eyes glinting.
She smiled teasingly. “I'm not tempting...I'm offering,” she whispered. She didn't really know why she was so turned on by him, but there was something about those ever changing eyes and the odd way his hair shifted colors with his mood. She was so angry with him, or so she thought...but she realized that she had been worried about him...and that her feelings ran much deeper than she'd originally thought. She arched her back, pressing her whole body against his, feeling the hard muscles underneath his clothes. She blushed faintly, kissing along his jawline, nibbling at his ear as she whispered. “Make love to me...”
