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[chaoslovesmisery]

Chapter 19. Razor's Dance and Ivory Nightfall

Previously

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"Wait, what did you mean by you haven't forgot—" He cuts me off before I can finish my sentence again.

"Let's head out for now, the sun will be rising soon." He says and I think for a moment if it was worth pressing him over.

"Fine, but if you cut me off again when I'm talking intentionally we are definitely going to have problems." I say before waving to bye to the fluff ball.

"Sure thing," Xavier replied, a faint smile gracing his lips. The smile, though small, held a flicker of something I couldn't quite place – perhaps relief, perhaps a hint of apology. The rising sun painted the sky in hues of apricot and rose, casting long shadows that stretched and twisted as we moved.

"By the way," Xavier said, a slow smile spreading across his face, "I never got to say this, but I'm glad you're here." His eyes, a startlingly vibrant blue, held a warmth that surprised me. I felt heat rise in my cheeks.

"Shut up." I mumble, bumping him with my good shoulder. Phew, he's not a male lead for nothing.

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"Everything okay, Mephisto?" Tara says with an awkward laugh while placing her hand on my chair to stop me from swiveling. I bite my lip. I lift up my hand and show her the cause of my current anxiety.

"What's that?" she asked, leaning in slightly. Her eyes flicked to the cracked dial, the shattered glass, and the damaged mechanisms exposed inside.

"It's... a gift Sy-Skye gave me a while ago," I admitted softly, turning the damaged watch over in my hand. "It got broken during a fight earlier."

"Oh, wow. That's really pretty. I didn't know you and Skye had that kind of relationship." She teasingly says, attempting to lighten the mood but my knitted brows don't change.

"Ah -ahem. Um, do you think you can fix it?" Tara asked awkwardly, with her expression softening.

"I wish. I've been to every local clock shop and there's no one around here that can handle something this delicate. The local repair shops only do quick fixes or replace parts. This one needs someone who really knows vintage watches." I shook my head, frustration creeping into my voice.

"So, what are you going to do?" She asked, tilting her head.

"I looked online. There's a place a few hours south of here, near a seaside town. They specialize in restoring old and fragile watches like this. It's my last hope. Thankfully we have a three day weekend starting tomorrow but..." I trail off. I would have to reschedule my plans with Sylus I made.

"Well it's also pretty far. Are you sure you want to go?" She asks. I hesitated, then nodded. A mixture of resolve and sadness settled over me. It's worth the trip.

"Tara!" Simone calls out by the door waving her over.

"Sorry, I have to go. I hope you can get it fixed." She says giving my shoulder a squeeze and I give her a weak smile. As soon as she leaves my phone rings and I jump dropping my phone. When I pick it up from the floor the contact name has S with a wilting flower emoji next to it.

"Hello," I say, trying to sound normal. There is a long pause on the other line before I repeat myself. "Sylus?"

"Little Dove, I regret to tell you but the plans we have tomorrow will have to take a raincheck. Something has come up." He says and my legs give out and I let out a sigh of relief.

"It's okay, it wasn't that serious." I say.

"I can't tell if that sigh was one of relief or disappointment," He says chuckling.

"Disappointment obviously." I state and stand up and head to the elevator. As the elevator descends the lights are twinkling, lighting up Linkon City's skyscape.

"Well then, I'll just have to make it up to you tenfold." He says and goosebumps raise on my arm.

"Haha, like I said before, it's not that serious Sylus. You were the one who pestered me saying I hang out with the twins more than you. If you cancel it's no big deal." I say as the elevator opens and I take a step out into the lobby. The steps of my shows echo ominously as I walk towards the entrance.

"Though I am curious, what or who has caused you to cancel our plans?" I ask and as the sliding doors open a gust a cool air blows my short hair around before settling.

"Why don't we talk about it in the car?" He says and I freeze. Sylus is in front of me holding the phone to his ear. He's casually leaning on his parked car in front of the Hunter's Association building like it's just another building he owns. He opens the door and I get in without hesitation or checking my surroundings.

"Sylus, why did you pick me up?" I ask cautiously as the vehicle weaves through the streets of Linkon City. All sorts of ideas race through my mind, suspicion creeping in.

"You're not... bringing me to Tulla Island, are you?" I add, feeling a twinge of unease. I know he said he had to take a raincheck on what we had planned but that technically doesn't mean he wasn't planning on bringing me along with him on whatever he had planned.

"You have good sources," he replies casually while giving me a knowing smirk.

"The people at the Hunters Association were talking about it earlier. After all, Onychinus's leader is an important person of interest." Sylus glances at me, raising an eyebrow.

"Aren't I classified as top secret in your Association's files?" he teases. "You must've put in a lot of work to access those."

"I just happened to be nearby when I heard about it," I admit softly, averting my gaze. It's not like I was trying to get information on him on purpose but when I hear his name I can't help but listen in.

"Really? Then I guess I just happened to be passing by and felt like being your driver for the day." Sylus chuckles.

"Okay, fine. What about you? Did you find me because you need someone to act as your partner again or were you planning on going with someone else?" I ask, crossing my arms.

"Don't you know that I'm only willing to have you as my co-star?" Sylus teases with a smirk. "Sorry, Little Dove. But there's only one invitation to this birthday party." he says a bit more seriously.

"I refuse to believe someone like you couldn't get another invite." I scoff.

"You want to tag along that badly, huh?" Sylus's lips curl into a sly smile.

"Of course not," I say dismissively. "You always pester me and I'm just a burden to you anyway. I'm sure you would be better off without me." I say waving my hand in the air.

"Is that what you really think? Shall we test your theory?" He asks just above a whisper and my eyes snap to his face. I blink a few times, surprised.

"What?" I ask but he doesn't respond. Instead, he gazes out the window. We arrive at our destination. I follow his gaze to see a villa nestled deep within an endless forest. Sylus steps out and takes me inside. The exterior is elegant and tranquil, but the moment he opens the door. Inside, there's no furniture—just weapons piled high to the ceiling. It's like a weapon museum.

"Showing off your private collection?" I ask glancing over the weapons that range widely. My eyes linger on a claymore that's behind a glass case.

"Well you've only been acquainted with the weapons in the N109 Zone which are all new. The ones here are antiques." He says with him looking beyond the claymore as if remembering something.

"Aren't you afraid people will discover a large stash of weapons on Linkon's outskirts..." I ask walking away from it and taking a look around with guns that seemed from a different period of time.

"So what? I have dozens of these armories scattered all over the world. I can show them to you if you're interested." He says and I smile.

"I might be," I say, glancing at a beautiful pair of twin sais before following Sylus to a gigantic safe. He opens it to reveal a huge cache of firearms. He rummages through them as if he's picking out fresh fruit. He simply chuckles. I follow him to a massive safe. Sylus opens it, revealing a huge cache of firearms. He rummages through them as if selecting fruit from a basket.

"So is His Highness's birthday party the reason you drove here?" I ask, taking a look peeking around his shoulder.

"Yeah, I'm trying to pick out a gift for him." He says playfully.

"You're after the shipping route near Tulla Island, aren't you?" I ask, staring down at the white marble tile floor.

"You know it's very important to me." He says and I feel like there is more to the story then he lets on. He's been eyeing this for the last year or so. Sylus bends down and takes out an empty magazine and box of bullets from a wooden crate. Anxious, I walk toward him.

"If you wont take me with you, you should at least bring a couple of people with you. Just in case... Maybe Luke and Kieran..." I touch his arm and he turns around and regards me with a faint smile.

"Don't tell me you're worried about me?" He asks, lowering his head, mirth lingering in his red gaze.

"... Am I not allowed to?" I ask turning away. Sylus chuckles. He sits down next to the crate and starts loading bullets into the magazine.

"Why don't we make a bet? If I come back safe and sound, I'll disappear from your life. I'll be far away from you forever and accept the line you continue to draw between us." He says stepping closer to me.

"And if I don't return... well, you might have to put down a different emergency contact, but at least no one will pester you anyway. How does that sound?" He says while he finishes loading the last bullet and looks up at me.

"You brought me all the way to this villa just to tell me that?" I ask if my hands feel clammy.

"This could be our last conversation, Miss Hunter." He says emphasizing the silent choice I had made to separate more of myself from him. I can't help but wrap my arms around my chest. As he closes the magazine with a click, my heart flutters and I lower my eyes and avoid his gaze.

"You're being ridiculous. Besides, if you have to attend... at least bring a stronger weapon." I mumble begrudgingly. Sylus chuckles softly, then suddenly approaches me. Something brushes against my waist. When I look at him again, I see he's carefully examining my gun.

"Not bad. The Association doesn't seem to have the bad taste of weaponry, but blades have always seemed to suit you better." He says, staring at me. Sylus loads my gun's magazine.

"I'll be using this to give him an unforgettable present." He says kissing the barrel of the gun while keeping eye contact with me and heat rises on my cheeks.

I turn away and I transform before flying out of the villa's open window. My heart feels heavy but this leaves me with time to get the watch fixed before the weekend ends. I fly back home and pack a small bag before heading out to the train station. The two hour ride goes in a blur as I mull Sylus' words over and over again in my head.

When I finally arrived in the small town I immediately put my hat and sunglasses on. The sun is way too bright. I walk a few blocks before GPS indicates that I'm in front of a small antique shop.

"Do you think you can fix it?" I asked the shopkeeper.

"I want to, Miss. But they stopped producing these parts decades ago." The owner sighs and He looked apologetic. "Who still uses an old pocket watch these days..." He trails and my heart sinks.

"I can change it into a digital one if you'd like. I can also install a wireless charger and make it possible to use wireless earbuds—" The owner started and I cut him off.

"No, it's fine. Thank you anyway. I'll go look somewhere else." I say grabbing the watch and holding it close to my chest. I wandered through every watch shop in town, feeling more helpless with each one. I didn't know what else I could do.

I stopped at a bench under a shaded tree and sat down. I stared at the pocket watch in my hand, sadness washing over me as I gently stroked the cracked dial.

"Why are you here?" I turned around and saw someone I didn't expect—Rafayel.

"Look what the cat dragged in," I grumble rolling my eyes.

"Ha! I didn't think coast towns were your thing, what's got you out here looking like a featherbrain?" He asks and I pinch the bridge of my nose. Should I walk away? I sigh heavily leaning back.

"I heard this town has watchmakers, so I came to repair the pocket watch that ... a dear friend gave me." I hesitate telling him.

"And you? Why are you here?" I ask.

"To make a long story short, I also need to repair something." he says sitting on the opposite end of the bench, enough to show he was not fond of being next to me. He explained that a few weeks ago, a tsunami damaged the town's oldest great hall. Somehow, the townsfolk got his contact info and asked him to repair the sculptures inside.

"Wow," I said, surprised. "You know how to repair sculptures?"

"Paintings are projections of sculptures, while sculptures are three-dimensional paintings," he explained. "Both are forms of artistic expression—manifestations of the same thing."

"I won't delay you then. I was about to—" I nodded, impressed. I stand up and he stands and steps in front of me.

"Wait, I'm not done talking." He says and I'm sure my face was one of disgust. He explained that he lost his phone passing through the market.

"We haven't really had the chance to talk for a long time. Besides since we were fated to meet, you should escort me to the great hall." He says and I look at my phone. I didn't have a chance to sleep after meeting with Sylus last night but I'm sure this won't take too much of my time.

"Fine, but I don't like talking about things like fate so please refrain from saying stuff like that to me in the future." I sigh following him. It's not long before we reach the great hall. Standing in the middle of the room, I look around and realize it's really old.

"This young lady next to me, is my aide. She'll be helping me with the repair work." He says greeting an elderly man while I give him a side eye the moment he throws his arm around my shoulder.

"We're honored to have you. This way, please!" The old man leads the way. The exterior of the great hall has already been repaired, but as we head deeper, the damage becomes more evident. Rafayel's brow furrows.

"Are these still salvageable, Master?" A younger man says approaching Rafayel. I try not to laugh when he says Master and Rafayel shoots me a glare as if telling me to shut up. Rafayel doesn't say anything. He puts on his gloves and circles around the sculptures, observing and touching their fractures.

"Marble is fragile to begin with. If it's not done carefully, the pressure might cause other parts to break. They're also close to the sea, so they've been eroded by water for many years... It'll be difficult to restore them to their original state." He says carefully.

"I'm sorry. I can't accept this task." He says and their expressions drop. When Rafayel comes down from the latter the old man all but kicks us out.

"Rude. I only said a few words and they shoo us away just like that." He says huffing and crossing his arms.

"I mean... you refused them so quickly. Did you expect them to give you room and board?" I ask and he rolls his eyes and readjusts his duffle bag strap on his shoulder.

"True, but this means I get to hang out with you for the next few days. Instead of living with strangers." He says and I stop.

"What do you mean?" I ask and I take a step back, sensing something bad is about to happen. Smiling, Rafayel points to himself, then to the suitcase at his feet.

"This is my first time here. Care to help me find a hotel?" He asks and I rub my face with my hands.

"Um, no I'm good." I start to turn away and he grabs my bag strap.

"Hey, you owe me one," He says a bit more on the pleading side and I grimace. He's not wrong. Unable to turn down Rafayel's request, I have no choice but to return to my hotel with him and help him rent a room.

After he gets his key to his room I make myself scarce by hiding in my room for the rest of the evening. I check my phone and there's no messages from Sylus and I realize that I got a friend request on my social media from Xavier. I close my phone and stare at the popcorn ceiling listening to the waves nearby. I bite my lip before standing up and closing the window shutting out the sound.

It felt like hours passed by but I couldn't sleep a wink. The moment the sun started to rise I head out of my room and I'm startled but almost unsurprised that Rafayel's room is next to mine. He has a hat on and an old school camera dangling from his neck. He 's about to say something but I'm already down the hallway and headed out the building.

I go to every watch shop in town, but I'm only left with disappointment. Meanwhile, Rafayel, happily wanders around town as a tourist. I don't see him even once.

Am I really out of options...? I plop myself down on the ledge of a fountain in the middle of the square. I dip my hand in and splash water on my face and arms trying to cool down.

"A bird bath? Just so you know, that's unfiltered water, so I'd advise against drinking it," Rafayel's voice broke the silence casually.

"You're here again?!" I blurted out, startled.

"I could hear you sighing all night from across the street. It's kinda creepy," he chuckled softly and settled beside me..

"What's wrong? Still thinking about that pocket watch?" He asks and I pull it out. I can feel tears start to swell in my eyes but I blink them away. Sylus not messaging me, the heat, the fact I'll get my period soon, and the broken pocket watch Sylus had gifted me.

"Yeah, I went to every watch shop around here, and they all said it's dead." I sighed, voice trembling slightly. Rafayel nodded in understanding.

"If you want to fix it, I can help," he said softly, reaching out and taking the watch from my trembling hand. His touch was cool against my skin, and I flinched instinctively.

"You're not just here to help me, are you?" I asked cautiously, watching as he stood up and offered me his hand. I hesitated for a moment before accepting, feeling the refreshing coolness of his palm as he links my arm around his.

"I'm here because those townspeople won't give up. They asked me for help. Again." He says this time sighing.

"But you refused them again?" I questioned.

"Of course I refused them. Again and again." He says playing absentmindedly with the tip of his hair.

"Is it because the sculptures are too badly damaged?" I asked, curiosity flickering in my voice.

"That's not the main reason," he replied, his gaze turning serious as he looked at me.

"So, then... what is it?" I pressed gently.

He hesitated for a moment before answering softly, "I don't know how to fix them. Or rather... I don't think they need fixing." His honesty caught me off guard, surprising me more than I expected.

"If their innate beauty is ignored in the pursuit of perfection, they become nothing more than caricatures," he said quietly, almost to himself. Suddenly, a loud bell rang out, echoing through the air. We both looked up in unison. Without realizing it, we had arrived at the entrance of the great hall.

"The sunlight was too blinding during the day," he mused. "Now I can see the texture of these sculptures more clearly."

He gestured to the sculptures. "Look. The restored sections look too new, too perfect—out of place against the original texture."

He paused, his fingers tracing a crack in one sculpture. "These fractures are part of the sculptures. There's nothing wrong with leaving them as they are."

"People pin a lot of hopes and wishes on that goddess," I reply, frowning. "In their eyes, she should be perfect."

"Is that why you want your pocket watch fixed?" Rafayel asked, turning to me. I hesitated.

"Maybe." I nodded.

"Do you think I'm childish for wishing things to be perfect?" I asked quietly. Under the moonlight, Rafayel looked at me, his expression gentle.

"For me, pinning hopes on anything is just deluding yourself. Even if they're restored, the sculpture won't be exactly the same. The same goes for your watch." He challenges, and I look down feeling a mix of understanding and frustration.

"It's not about the watch losing its beauty, it's preserving the memory clearly... I'm sure the people are scared. The more they fear facing something, the more they need to believe in something. Have you ever believed in anything?" I asked.

He paused, then said softly, "I have. I believed animals could talk, that humans could sprout wings and fly, and that a blazing inferno lies at the edge of the sea."

"But, all of that isn't just myths and fairytales..." I say looking down, twiddling my thumbs.

"Anyone would call you crazy, besides aren't myths and fairy tales just stories passed down by humanity? People tell them, but don't actually believe those powers exist." He says. I think for a moment, weighing his words.

"Maybe," I whisper, "but stories have a way of holding onto truths hidden in the allegories, in the lessons they teach us. Sometimes, believing in something beyond what we see is what keeps us going."

Rafayel nods slowly, a faint smile touching his lips. "Perhaps. But sometimes, the real challenge is accepting that not everything can be restored or perfect, that life is about adapting, even when things fall apart."

I look up at him, searching his face. "So, you're saying I shouldn't hold onto these hopes so tightly?"

He steps closer, voice gentle. "Not necessarily abandon hope, but understand that imperfection is part of the journey. It's okay to wish for perfection, but sometimes, we find strength in accepting the flaws—those very flaws make the moments real."

"You're quite the wise one." I muttered as I kicked at the pebbles on the ground with a bit of exasperation, but I hear Rafayel chuckle behind me as it echoed in the hall.

"These gods are probably nothing more than a bedtime story for a child who was afraid of the dark thousands of years ago," Rafayel said thoughtfully.

"But maybe... they are no longer afraid of the dark now," I clasp my hands behind my back and spin on my heel turning towards the moonlight shining through the stained glass. The glass painted a story but one I couldn't entirely decipher. It felt eerie as he stayed silent for a moment.

Then, softly, he asked, "And you? What are you afraid of?" I hesitated. Abandonment, being cast out and forgotten. Even from myself. The words were seemingly caught in my throat despite ringing in my head so loud. Maybe this is why Sylus' words had bothered me before he left.

"Never mind," Rafayel said with a sad smile. "I already know."

We didn't say anything on our way back to the hotel but for another night I could not find it in me to sleep as I still have heard nothing from Sylus.

On the last day of our trip, I was going to send a goodbye text to Rafayel but realized I didn't have his number so I wrote on a sticky note and left it on his door. I was about to leave for good, but as I packed my luggage, I suddenly remembered. Dang it, my pocket watch is still with Rafayel! Panic rising, I rushed into the street, searching frantically.

"Hurry, I heard Mr. Rafayel changed his mind..." An older man says, patting the back of a young man.

"Wonderful! Our great hall is saved! Look after my stall, will ya? I'm gonna take a look!" The young man says before tossing his apron to the old man.

"Hey, you're not allowed to go! Master Rafayel said he doesn't want anyone to disturb him!" The old man shouts. It appears to be the same men we had spoken to a few days prior. So he's at the great hall?

I jog through the streets making my way over to the tallest grandiose building in town. Out of breath I pushed open the doors of the great hall to see a familiar figure sitting on the scaffolding. The white sculpture of a goddess stands in the center of the room. The morning light covers her body in ethereal hues.

Its scars have been subtly polished into the wrinkles found in the clothes that were integrated into the sculpture. Yet something has been added to the crevice in her chest... He's carving a heart for her.

"You're here," Rafayel said softly and the sound of him carving the marble stops. Was he expecting me?

"Did you sleep well last night?" he asked, a hint of a smile on his face as he tilts his head to the side like a puppy. I look away, rubbing my arms.

"Yeah... sort of," I lie. He studied me carefully.

"I would have believed you if I didn't see the bags under your eyes." he says and I touch my eyes turning to see my reflection in the clear stained glass window. My eyes did look a tad sunken in and the bags under my eyes were starting to turn slightly purple.

"...What about you, Master Rafayel?! You stayed up all night, too." I mumble sarcastically.

"So, you're here because you're worried about me." He teases and I huff. I can't win with this guy.

"It's okay. I'm almost done." He says warmly this time. I look up to observe the sculpture. The damage to her ribcage is still there, but for some reason, I feel she's more beautiful than when I first saw her.

"I didn't expect someone as stubborn as you would change your mind for others," I said softly.

"I stayed true to my heart." His gaze stays on her. I cock my head to the side confused.

"Didn't you say the things people pin their hopes on become meaningful because of the hope they're entrusted with? Thanks to you, I see what she's supposed to represent now." He says proudly.

"So... In other words, you know how to restore her?" I ask.

"Mm-hmm." He nods his head before going back to work. As he speaks, he uses his chisel to adjust the lines of her body with a tender focus in his eyes.

"If there really are gods in this world... ," Rafayel mused, "then their image stems from the human heart. If they exist, they should help people live happier lives." With a tap of his finger, he bestows fire to the heart. "That's why I want her to have a heart like no other."

As evening falls, lights light up along the mountain, and the shouts of merchants echo under the night sky. The tsunami didn't seem to rob the town of its beauty and liveliness.

"This, this, and that. Please wrap them for me.," Rafayel said, gesturing to the items he had bought.

"Agreeing to go out with you was the biggest mistake of my life." I sighed.

He grinned. "It's fiiine. I got a souvenir for you." He said winking at me and I could feel the start of a headache forming.

"You bought so many things. Have you figured out how you're going to ship them back to Linkon City?" I ask, sitting down on the nearest bench looking at all the bags he's been having me carry.

"I have got you, don't I?" He says with a wide grin and I stand up to walk away but he grabs my shoulder forcing me to sit back down. I ignore his joke and stare at the distant sea, still feeling that something is missing.

"I had my epiphany, I had my epiphany, but how come I'm not happy at all?" I say looking up to the stars this time.

"You're still young." Rafayel chuckles but I feel I've lived a thousand lives.

"Life is a long journey, and we've only lived a small portion of it. It's normal to have negative thoughts." He looked at me with a gentle smile.

"By the way, I wanted to wait until we got back to Linkon City to surprise you, but..." He reached into his bag and pulled out an exquisitely decorated box, handing it to me.

"Open it," he urged. I opened it and stood up.

"My pocket watch? You fixed it?!"

He nodded. "Yup... I took the liberty to do so. There's a retired collector in this town who has a pocket watch from the same era. He's an old acquaintance of mine, so I gave him a painting in exchange for his watch and used its parts. While I couldn't restore it to its original state, the hands move now at least. With this... maybe the person you miss can be by your side."

Tears well up in my eyes and I bite my lip. I miss him so much.

"Annnd you can finally get some sleep," He says laughing and I bump his shoulder with mine.

"Thank you, truly," I say and he looks at me with an emotion I can't recognize before looking away.

"Yeah, yeah, a favor is what you owe me now so don't forget it," He says awkwardly looking away. Rafayel opted to stay for another night but I needed to get back home so I ended up flying straight to the N109 Zone. When I reached Sylus' place no one answered the door. I tried calling Sylus, Luke, and Kieran, but their phones stated the lines had been disconnected.

At this point it's late in the evening and I'm about to start work when I feel a buzz on my phone.

A breaking news notification on my phone pops up.

Breaking News: Explosion on Tulla Island

The cause is still unknown. Rescue teams are expected to arrive in one hour.

I can't read the rest as my legs give out from under me. An arm wraps around my waist and it's Xavier.

"What's wrong? Are you alright?" He asks and I push him away startled. There are whispers of people watching us in the lobby and I touch my head.

"I'm sorry." I say before walking away but he quickly catches up.

"Talk to me, please." He says grabbing the sleeve of my shirt and I stop. I turn around and face him.

"If...If someone who's always pestered you and turned your life upside down disappeared, would you be happy?" I ask him and he seems surprised by my question.

"Of course. Unless..." He trails off.

"...Unless what?" I ask, sounding almost urgent.

"Unless I actually don't mind her pestering me. Wouldn't I just be upset if she suddenly disappeared?" he says thoughtfully, gazing at me. His watch beeps, and I swear I hear him curse under his breath.

"I have to go now, but call me if you need anything," he adds, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear before rushing off.

I feel like I'm in trance, like this is a bad scene from New Moon, where Edward just leaves Bella for her "own good." I walk outside and make my rounds for the next few hours before I get a message from Jenna telling me to call it early as she's been getting concerned messages about a walking corpse scaring the locals. As it turns out they were talking about me.

As I head home, I walk to the intersection and wait at the traffic light and feel that it starts to drizzle before pouring down. I look up and suddenly a familiar figure appears across the street holding an umbrella.

My phone starts buzzing and with a shaky hand I answer the phone and hear that familiar, calm voice.

"You won." The voice says.

"Sylus..." I whisper, my voice trembling, as the light turns green. Before I even realize it, I'm already moving. I quicken my pace, pushing through the crowd, until finally I break into a sprint, desperation fueling my steps to reach him.

"According to the conditions set by our bet, we shouldn't be meeting again," he says calmly, not moving as I force my way toward him. Now standing before me, he looks exhausted—his clothes are worn, and there's a tiredness in his eyes that cuts me deeper than I expected.

"Are you hurt?" I ask, relief flooding my voice. I'm glad the rain is pouring so heavily that he can't see my tears as I finally stand before him.

"I guess you'll be the one breaking our agreement? Pfft," he mutters, still holding the phone despite being right in front of me. I flinch at his words. Seeing him so nonchalant, I recall how worried and scared I've been the past few days. Frustration and anger surge within me. Without thinking, I yank his hand holding the phone.

"You have the audacity to use a phone when you're right here in front of me... but you couldn't even call or text me these past few days? This isn't the fucking Twilight series, you can't just disappear like that!" I shout, voice cracking. I feel the weight of onlookers' stares before I hear them walking away. I look up, and he remains silent, his expression unreadable as he observes my outburst.

"I'm someone who honors a bet. I said I'd disappear completely, so I have to tie up loose ends... After all, you seem to think of yourself only as a burden when you're the reason for me to continue living." he says softly, almost gently. His words hang in the air, but my mind is racing. I couldn't hear anything after he said loose ends. I grab his collar seething. I'm a loose end now?

"That bet was a joke. I never even agreed to it. You made a one sided bet because you wanted to abandon me again!" I cry, tears streaming down my face still hidden in the rain. Sylus' gaze suddenly becomes more serious as he reaches for my hands, his grip firm but gentle.

"A joke. I'll take your word for it," he says quietly, and I blink several times, caught off guard by the sudden shift in tone.

"... You're not allowed to make those kinds of bets again in the future. And... you're not allowed to disappear again either. I swear if you do some shit like this again I won't forgive you." I trail off as I lower my gaze. Suddenly, a deep chuckle resounds in my ears.

"You're the only person who can dare tell me what I can and can't do." He says before letting go of one of my hands and taking a gun from his coat pocket. "Your gun was very helpful. So as a return gift, I accept your terms."

Sylus straps the gun to my waist. His right hand then glides up my back. He pulls me into his embrace.

"You're the one who ran into me this time. I don't think it counts as me pestering you, right? Besides, I've never been the first to abandon you..." he whispers softly into my ear, his voice low and intimate.

Without thinking, I raise my trembling arms and wrap them around his neck, seeking refuge in his embrace. As I press into him, his chest absorbs all of my sobs—deep, shuddering releases that I can no longer contain. 

A/N:

Chapter heavily based off/follows/influenced from Tender Moments: Razor's Grip, and Tender Moments: Ivory Nightfall. 

Read/ played in order:

1. Sylus Tender Moments: Razor's Grip from 00:00 - 05:50

2. Rafayel Tender Moments: Ivory Nightfall

3. Sylus Tender Moments: Razor's Grip from  05:51-09:28

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A/N pt 2:

First, thank you you for all of your patience and support. These last few weeks have been so exhausting with family matters, overtime, and celebrations that I've hardly been able to write. I still haven't finished the branches for Sylus and Zayne but tomorrow I should finally have time. I have so much to catch up on it's not funny. Hoping next month I can post at least two chapters but we shall see. 

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A/N pt 3:

I hope you all enjoyed Rafayel finally entering the story! I still have a few more memories I want to add before going back to the main story with Caleb but maaaaaan I'm so mad at Caleb taking me to hard pity to not even give me his birthday card until he took me to HARD pity again. Haven't watched that memory either LOL. Someone send help, I'm so behind haha. But really thank you all again for reading my story! This has been my nice little escape from the world and I really enjoy writing this!

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Chapter 18. Garden of Secrets

Previously

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"Imagine red autumn leaves and the scent of roasted chestnuts. Do you want to visit the park now?" he suggests. Grinning, I fling open the armory door, ready to face the world. But just then, a powerful force yanks me back, knocking me off balance and landing me in Sylus's arms. A familiar glow flickers from my wrist. It's the Linkage again. We exchange a look, and the silence settles comfortably between us.

"Should we postpone our outing?" he asks, and I swore I could hear a slight sound of disappointment creeping into his voice.

"...Actually, I know a place that offers a buy-one-get-one free deal," I reply, a mischievous smile spreading across my face. He interlocks his fingers between mine and raises our hands as if to show off the glow of the Linkage.

"Then let's fly away, little dove." his deep voice whispers, tickling my ear.

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The bangs of my guns echo in the night, gentle thuds of Protocores falling to the floor. I sigh. No more Wanderers. Time to wrap up.

Searching for the scattered Protocores amidst the field, a low growl erupts from behind me. Guess it was too early to call it a night.

My watch beeps, alerting me to the Wanderer's approach. It lashes out with a wind attack, slicing across my shoulder.

"Ugh, damn you," I groan, firing until the Wanderer vanishes into the night.

"What's the matter?" A voice says and I turn to my left. In the vast sea of flowers, I see someone sitting up from the grass.

"Who's there?" I ask, narrowing my eyes, gripping my gun a little tighter. The guy slowly raises his hands as I point my gun at him.

"Xavier?" I ask cautiously. He looks up, then slowly puts his hands down.

"Oh, it's you," he says and I give him an annoyed face.

"What are you doing here?" I ask and he rubs his eyes.

"I was sleeping, what happened?" He asks sleepily and I don't know how to respond.

"Uh, did you not hear the roars? Me shooting? Actually, I could have stepped on you. How did you sleep through that?" I ask incredulously, my voice a mix of surprise and frustration. He shrugs his shoulders casually, laying back down on the soft grass as if the chaos around us was nothing more than a passing breeze.

I step beside him and sit down, tilting my head back to gaze up.The night sky is a swirling canvas of purples, blues, and shimmering stars, while around us, the blue cosmos blooms like a celestial garden, glowing softly in the darkness.

For a moment, I'm stunned—absorbed in the breathtaking scene. I take a deep breath before pulling out my phone, eager to capture this fleeting moment of beauty in front of me. As I start adjusting my camera settings, something catches my eye—an unusual flicker in the corner of my vision. My watch suddenly beeps loudly, startling me. I blink, leaning closer to the screen. Am I seeing things?

"Is there a Wanderer here?" I say looking around confused. Xavier holds up his chin, then suddenly puts his hand back into the grass.

"Oh, here." As he speaks, he pulls out a fluffy ball from the grass. The Wanderer bats its big eyes like a round, pudgy bird. It jumps off him and bounces on the ground a few times. Xavier picks it up and it struggles to get down, as if annoyed with Xavier's rough handling.

"You seem to have tamed it," I comment, poking the fluffy creature lightly, feeling its soft warm fur.

"Not really," Xavier replies, shrugging as he sits up. "I was just resting here." He and the Wanderer exchange a brief, knowing glance—an unspoken bond forming between them—before they turn to look at me with twin expressions of curiosity and amusement..

"This Wanderer lives here. Are you going to kill it?" Xavier asks. The fluffy Wanderer seems to understand. It immediately raises its head, as if saying it's not afraid of me.

"Strange. This Wanderer..." I wonder aloud. Xavier nods as if anticipating my next thought.

"Yes, it knows what we're talking about. It's intelligent." He says putting it down on the ground gently. Intelligent Wanderers are extremely uncommon, in fact it's top secret at the Hunter's Association. If the world was to know that these things are intelligent there would be chaos among the masses.

"But according to the official Hunter's Manual, Wanderers are just—" I start but Xavier cuts me off.

"It's truly remarkable. Out of a billion Wanderers, maybe only one can become intelligent. But with billions of possibilities, there are billions of chances for life to be born." He says and I watch him carefully, sensing the weight of a secret.

"It's amazing that such things exist in this world." I replied, my voice hushed. I lean down, my fingers brushing the soft fur of the Wanderer. It seems to realize I'm not hostile. It looks back at me with big eyes and even waves its "hand" or "paw"?

"Did you know? This area used to be a pile of ruins." Xavier explains, gesturing around. I notice scattered pieces of what look like ancient columns and other fragmented, unidentifiable building materials.

"I know. This place was attacked by Wanderers before."I say, my voice tinged with a sense of melancholy. I swear I can almost hear laughs in the distance and a sharp pain in my head makes me wince. Xavier nods.

"The first creatures to migrate back here were these little birds." He points at the sparrows nesting in the bushes. "They nested among the ruins and thrived, but there were still Wanderers around, so they lived in constant danger. Then, a hero came and drove away all the Wanderers." He says looking at me and I look back at the fluff ball as it stands proudly before us.

Xavier continues. "The birds brought flowers and fruit kernels, and this place turned lush day by day. But because of the Wanderers, the soil here is poorer than elsewhere. The plants need more sunlight to grow well." He reaches out and touches a small white flower, a gentle glow flowing from his fingertips that makes the blossom sway in the wind.

The fluff ball digs for a moment, pulling out some sort of rough, weathered rock, then suddenly leaps into the air while still clutching it in its tiny mouth. I open my hand, and it drops what I initially thought was just a stone—yet as I wipe away the dirt, I realize it's a piece of amber with small flowers inside. I hold it up to the star-studded sky, letting the moonlight illuminate it from behind.

"Wow, the flowers preserved in this kind of amber could be millions or even trillions of years old." I say smiling. I can feel Xavier's gaze lingering on me, curious.

"Compared to the flowers around us," I add, gently plucking a blossom from the ground, "they could be considered newborns." The fluff ball suddenly scampers onto Xavier's head, its tiny paws balancing precariously. Xavier's surprised expression makes me burst into laughter, the sound echoing softly through the quiet woods. I quickly snap a photo on my phone, capturing Xavier's bewildered face, then another of the amber-encased flower, shimmering in the moonlight.

"It's a shame that flowers, which are inherently fleeting, can only achieve immortality by becoming fossils," I muse, lying back on the soft grass. The fluff ball hops onto my stomach, curling into a little ball as I gently pet it. I can feel its tiny body vibrating lightly—almost like it's purring.

"Nice to meet you Fluff Ball. But you'd better hide. There are other hunters besides Xavier and me... They won't be as kind..." I trail off. Though I'm sure the Heroine would be ecstatic to see this. I might be mistaken, but Xavier seems to give me a puzzled look when I say Xavier and me.

"What are you doing here?" Xavier asks hesitantly, his voice breaking the silence.

"Hmm, I'm just relaxing after work," I reply casually, trying to keep my tone light and unbothered.

"No, that's not what I mean," Xavier says softly, a hint of seriousness lingering in his voice. He pauses, studying me carefully.

"You'll need to be more specific then, my Prince," I mutter under my breath, the words slipping out almost instinctively, a faint smirk playing on my lips.

"How did you get here from Philo?" he asks, sitting up straighter, his eyes narrowing with curiosity as he fixes his gaze on me. For a few long moments, neither of us speaks. The field around us remains silent except for the gentle rustling of the grass. He doesn't rush me, giving me space to choose my words.

"When you left, she cried a lot, you know..." I finally began, my voice barely more than a whisper, my eyes fixed on the shimmering stars above.

"I tried to console her but it wasn't enough. She needed you there. Philo needed our Prince to lead, to become a King. You were the one I swore to protect..."My voice trails off, heavy with memory. You were my favorite character from Love and Deepspace originally.

"She couldn't handle the loss of your presence... She branded you and all the Backtrackers as traitors..." I continue, my voice trembling slightly. Suddenly, Xavier blocks my view of the sky, his face above mine. My hands start to sweat—what is happening?

"What happened to you?" he asks sharply, emphasizing the last word, his expression intense. His eyes search mine, as if trying to unravel some hidden truth. I blink, confused. Does he not want to hear about the heroine? Or is it because it hurts him to remember?

"I—I found her wandering near Starfall Forest," I whisper, my voice trembling. "I had no choice but to stop her from entering the forest, but—I don't remember how I ended up inside. After that, I don't remember... Somehow, I ended up in the hands of the Overlord—and—" A sudden, sharp pain bursts through my head, cutting me off mid-sentence. I grab my head and Xavier's eyes look pained, his face etched with concern as he reaches out but I block his hand gently.

"I'm sorry." He says moving back and the fluff ball seems to have woken up, bouncing onto his lap with a happy squeal.

"Don't bother. It's the past, or future, or whatever." I say waving my hand in the air. The breeze feels comforting and I close my eyes trying to stop myself from remembering those times on Philos. Although there were definitely good memories, there were a lot of bad. I shiver and stand up brushing off some petals and dirt from my pants.

"Oh! What do you think?" I ask, showing him the photo I snapped of him earlier.

"Wait, are you really going to post this?" he asks, eyes wide with surprise. Without waiting for a reply, I hit the upload button.

"It's already live," I say with a small smirk. "Do you think some kids will leave comments like, 'Wow, a real flower fairy?'" I chuckle, thinking of Kieran and Luke and their wild imaginations.

"A child's imagination might be sparked by fairy tales," he replies softly, a faint smile touching his lips. "But that doesn't mean they can't tell the difference between fantasy and reality."

"Ha, you say that but look around us, this is almost like the beginning of a fairy tale..." I trail off not finishing my thought outbound. Or like an opening scene of a mobile game.

"Once upon a time, there lived a little sprite. He lived between the trees and flowers..." I say spinning around laughing.

"You always did have an overactive imagination. Like the time you mentioned this place was of a video game you played on your phone back then." His voice trails off at the end and I realize I didn't catch the last part.

"What was the last thing you said?" I ask, tilting my head in curiosity.

"Give me your phone," he requests, holding out his hand. I clutch my phone close to my chest instinctively.

"No wait, are you going to take the post down?" I ask.

"No, I'm not," he assures me with a reassuring smile. Hesitantly, I extend my hand, and he gently takes it. With a few quick taps, he makes some adjustments before returning the device to me.

"What did you do?" I inquire, eyes narrowing slightly in suspicion. He grins slyly, a hint of mischief dancing in his expression.

"Nothing bad," he claims, his grin widening, making me wonder if I should trust him. I decide to let it go for now. My phone buzzes and I see a notification come up.

Sylus poked you.

I smile at my phone and realize I haven't responded to his earlier messages. I put my phone away.

"Aren't you uncomfortable being on the floor for so long?" I ask, rolling my eyes I offer my hand. He pauses before grabbing it and I help him to his feet.

"I like sleeping here," he says with a gentle tone. I look around seeing the flowers, grass, and nature itself reclaiming the land, swallowing the remnants of man-made structures beneath.

"It must take a long time for ruins to turn into a sea of flowers. Several years, maybe?" I ask and Xavier stares at the ruins as if lost in a distant memory.

Suddenly, a huge figure blocks my view. I gaze at the beast-like Wanderer in front of me, feeling nervous.

Shit, why would an S-class Wanderer suddenly appear here?" I mutter, shoving my phone into my back pocket and drawing my guns. Something flits in the corner of my eye, and I remember the small, fluffy creature is here.

"Fluffy, stay safe! Leave the rest to me!" I yell, but it's already in the Wanderer's grasp. The creature lifts the fluff ball high above its head, its jaws snapping shut, seeming about to devour it whole.

"Quick!" Xavier shouts, grabbing my shoulder. I resonate with him instantly and light surrounds us and the Wanderer stumbles back, blinded by the light. Xavier grabs into the light in front of him and pulls out a thin object. It gleams faintly in the fading light. A long, sharp sword with a star dangling from its hilt.

He lunges forward, the object slicing through the air with a hiss.The Wanderer recoils, startled by the unexpected attack, but its gaze instantly returns to the fluff ball. The beast roars, a guttural sound that shakes the ground. I fire a burst from my gun, the bullets glowing with light, impacting the Wanderer's massive form with a satisfying crackle of sparks, but the creature barely flinches.

"Danger! Move aside," Xavier yells. I look around as another Wanderer rushes out. Just as I prepare to aim, light suddenly shines from all directions and the smaller Wanderer disappears. I reload, my hands moving mechanically. The S-Class Wanderer's claws swipe at Xavier, sending him tumbling backward.

"Nine o'clock. Shoot," Xavier instructs. Without hesitation, I pull the trigger and unleash a hail of bullets at the creature's exposed flank, hoping to exploit a weak spot. The Wanderer's skin is thick, yet the rapid fire cuts through the air and leaves a trail of burning flesh. The fluff ball is still clutched in its massive hand, a tiny speck of defiance against the overwhelming force.

Xavier, regaining his footing, rushes forward again, the blade whistling through the air. He strikes a vulnerable joint in the creature's leg, causing it to stumble. I seize the opportunity, firing a precise shot at the creature's eye. A sickening crack echoes as the Wanderer's massive head jerks back, but it's not enough to stop it. The creature lunges at me, its claws tearing through the air, inches from my face.

I duck and weave, dodging the attack, and fire again, aiming for the exposed area of its throat.The Wanderer looks battered and starts thrashing in pain amidst the flowers. I try multiple times to deal a fatal blow but fail each time.

The Wanderer roars with a sound of immense pain and releases the fluff ball. It plummets to the ground, landing with a soft thud. I scramble forward grabbing the fluff ball and checking it for injuries. It's unharmed, blinking innocently. Xavier, standing firm amidst the chaos, raises his blade high ready for the next attack.The Wanderer momentarily stunned, seems to hesitate.This is my chance. I fire a final precise shot aiming for the creature's exposed heart.

The Wanderer stumbles, its form convulsing. Then with a final, shuddering breath, it collapses to the ground. A cloud of dust and debris erupts as the beast-like figure ceases to be. Silence falls over the ruins, broken only by the soft chirping of the returning birds.

Xavier's calm gaze meets mine. I turn my eyes toward the vast, scorched patches of land—scars left by the Wanderer's relentless assaults. He bends down slowly, selecting some of the flowers the creature had trampled and destroyed, one by one, and gently places each into his palm as if honoring their fragile beauty.

"All these flowers... How sad," I whisper, voice tinged with sorrow. "At least Fluffy seems unharmed." A soft smile touches my lips and the fluff ball snuggles into my side as if thanking me..

"It's okay. Many more flowers are still blooming." Xavier's smile is gentle, understanding before twisting into concern. When did your shoulder get cut?"

I pull down my shirt to the side exposing the cut on my shoulder and I realize it's tender and bleeding. Oh, that must have been from earlier. Before I can reply, Fluffy jumps out of my arms running off before rushing back over swiftly, dropping a small bundle of bandages into Xavier's palm with a determined look. I blink in surprise. Wait—bandages? Where did those come from?

"Give me your arm," Xavier says softly, extending his hand towards me.

"I can—" I start to protest but before I can finish, Xavier gently grabs my arm brushing his hand against my skin on my shoulder.

He finishes quickly, "Done." I was going to say I can bandage my own wounds... I inwardly protest.

He steps back and his ears are slightly red.I readjust my shirt so it's covering the bandages. I dust off my clothes when Xavier approaches me, holding something.

My gaze sharpens as I realize— Protocores.

"But this Wanderer... You..." I start to say.

Xavier cuts me off with a small smile. "You defeated it." He places the Protocore into my hand. "I haven't forgotten it this time. Besides the others were ones you didn't pick up earlier. I probably distracted you." He says scratching his head awkwardly. I smile and take them from his hand, gratefully, as I place them in the cargo pockets of my pants.

"Wait, what did you mean by you haven't forgot—" He cuts me off before I can finish my sentence again.

"Let's head out for now, the sun will be rising soon." He says and I think for a moment if it was worth pressing him over.

"Fine, but if you cut me off again when I'm talking intentionally we are definitely going to have problems." I say before waving to bye to the fluff ball.

"Sure thing," Xavier replied, a faint smile gracing his lips. The smile, though small, held a flicker of something I couldn't quite place – perhaps relief, perhaps a hint of apology. The rising sun painted the sky in hues of apricot and rose, casting long shadows that stretched and twisted as we moved.

"By the way," Xavier said, a slow smile spreading across his face, "I never got to say this, but I'm glad you're here." His eyes, a startlingly vibrant blue, held a warmth that surprised me. I felt heat rise in my cheeks.

"Shut up." I mumble, bumping him with my good shoulder. Phew, he's not a male lead for nothing. 

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A/N:

Chapter heavily based off/follows/influenced  from a bunch of stuff I  will come back and update/edit on Tuesday or Wednesday sorry trying to get this chap up as soon as possible

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A/N pt 2:

I enjoyed my break but I procrastinated too much so I'm late, I also forgot about Mother's Day (Shout out to all the Mamas out there). Also I somehow managed to grab all of my main three in this last quint banner but MAN that was rough but Sylus, Caleb, and Zayne are SECURED. I sadly have soooooooo much to go back and watch but OMG new MAIN STORY UPDATE WHAT???

DAWBREAKER??? HELLO!!! Cries in NA server. Hope everyone can enjoy while I sweat wondering if this is going to kill where I was planning on taking this story because believe it or not I do have some idea how I wanted this to go but I also wanted to parallel with the game to an extent you know?

Also I already had MoF R1 so I can thankfully save for Caleb Bday :')  May the odds be ever in yall favor.

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A/N pt 3:

Although Xavier is not my main IRL I really do like his character but I could not STAND him in his myth like I get angst but I SOBBED when I read his OG myth like SOBBED. Anyways. Thank you for supporting as always! Until the next chapter! 

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Chapter 17. Out of the Grasslands

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"So, what's our next course of action if I lose? Are you going to abandon me? Or are we embracing a nomadic lifestyle of riding horses and herding sheep?" he asks lightly.

"Is the powerful leader of Onychinus content with a simple life?" I retort, raising an eyebrow.

"Only if you're with me." His eyes meet my gaze. His eyes shimmer in the dance of the firelight. The crackling fire echoes the blossoming heat in my heart. I lean against him and feel his comforting warmth.

"But I miss the twins, and Onychinus, and maybe even a bit of Linkon City." I admit softly.

"Then I won't lose," he says matter of fact. He continues playing a beautiful and familiar melody as I drift to sleep. I had hoped for another dreamless slumber but that was just wishful thinking.

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I closed my eyes, drifting off to what I had hoped would be a peaceful sleep but I felt a cold shock jolted me awake. Water splashed across my face and my heart raced. I blinked furiously trying to understand where I was. I was no longer with Sylus in our cozy yurt but instead a small room with mostly plain walls and a hard and uncomfortable bed.

The droplets dripped from my hair and clinging to my cheeks as I looked down I realized my hair is a bit longer and completely white. I swung my legs over the side of my narrow bed, the rough fabric of a blanket slipping off my shoulders. This feels so real.

Laughter echoed around the room, cruel and mocking. There were what looked to be young priests gathered in a loose circle at the foot of my bed. The ringleader clutched a metal pitcher that was still dripping at the edge, a smirk plastered across her face.

"Rise and shine, Mephisto! Time for your morning prayers, witch!" she sneered in a mocking way, the other girls erupting into cackles .

"Come on, Mephisto, you should learn how to rise with some dignity!" another girl taunted, stepping closer with a sneer.

"Dignity? You should talk about learning some manners first." I shot back.

"What's going on here?" Sylus walks in but he looks like he's in his late teens or early 20s, but he's wearing what looks to be a knight's uniform judging by the metal breast plate and armor on his shoulders.

"Ugh must be nice to be all buddy-buddy with a holy knight," The girl who had poured water on me grumbled from under her breath. All of the girls rushed out of the room and it was only Sylus and I.

"This is the women's dormitory, men really shouldn't be here." I say while wringing out my wet hair. Water falls to the floor with a splat. He smirks at me.

"Found a new way to shower did you?" He asks, raising his eyebrow and I stand up and walk towards him. His smirk falters as his eyes flicker down for a moment before staring at my eyes intensely. I can see the bob of his Adams apple raise for a moment and his breath hitch as I stop right in front of him.

I grab the towel that was behind him and wipe my face. The tension in his body seemed to relax for a moment.

"Next time show up a little earlier so I don't need to take a shower in my bed." I say and grab my uniform that's next to him. Something about the intricate pattern on his breastplate catches my eyes. I trace the pattern but when he clears his throat I look up at him to see the tips of his ears a little red.

"Alright go so I can get changed." I say ushering him out of my room. I sigh before changing out of my wet clothes into my priest's uniform. I hear a bell ring seven times outside and step out once I have my cloak on.

"Ready to go?" Sylus asks yawning.

"Hardly," I mumble but we walk out to the seminary where other Holy Knights and priests are gathering to a church.

As we approached the seminary, the air filled with the muted sounds of morning prayers and the rustling of robes. The atmosphere felt heavy, as if something was going to be happening soon. Rows of neatly lined pews awaited us and I could see the flickering light of candles casting a warm glow throughout the hall.

Sylus walked beside me, his presence a comforting anchor amidst the chaos in my mind. I still struggled to grasp what I had been dreaming about earlier. Despite being here with Sylus for the last 2 months, it was now my 10th spring since Sylus had found me in the middle of a field years ago.

"Are you alright?" Sylus asked, noticing my distraction. My surroundings felt surreal and every sound seemed amplified.

"Hmm, well maybe if they paid better, provided better accommodations, better food, then maybe I would be." I say stretching my arms over my head.

"Why were you so hellbent on coming here?" He asked with genuine curiosity.

"Something told me to. And there's a specific red jewel I'm looking for," I say shrugging my shoulders. "You didn't have to come, I'm actually surprised you stayed with me considering what you have to do to keep up appearances." I whisper to him. This time it's him who shrugs instead.

"Don't mind me, I'm just interested in seeing what sort of jewel you are willing to infiltrate a church just to get your hands on it. Trust me, I'd love nothing more for you to be even greedier." He replied, smirking. And before I could ask him what he was waiting for I felt my stomach drop. I stopped and looked around.

"What's wrong?" He asks and I begin to sweat.

"Nothing, something just doesn't feel right today." I say. I couldn't tell if my unease was from a dream I couldn't remember last night or was a sense of foreboding.

"Mephisto!" A girl shouted from a distance before rushing over to grab my arm. Her hair fell to her elbows, a grayish-white shade resembling Sylus' more than my pure white locks. My mind went blank as I struggled to place her name, but I smiled back, hoping she didn't notice my lapse in memory.

"Sit next to me today?" She asks with puppy-like eyes and I nod my head. She moves to grab both my arm and Sylus' arm but Sylus pulls away from her as if he had been burned by something.

" I need to go to my post." He says suddenly before his gaze lands on me and I smile lightly. He lingers as if in thought for a moment before leaving the girl and I alone. We settle into our seats.

"How did your confession go with Sylus last night?" I whisper to the girl. A solemn expression covers her face but disappears so quickly I wasn't sure if I had imagined it.

"Oh, um. I wasn't able to see him." She replied, her eyes darting from mine refusing to meet my gaze. She's lying, but why? Is she embarrassed?

Before I could press her further, the doors burst open. The Judicator entered, flanked by several Holy Knights. I searched for Sylus, but he was nowhere in sight. Instead, I caught a glimpse of another familiar face whose name feels like it's on the tip of my tongue as well but I cannot remember it either.

"I have received an Oracle of how to win the war of Humanity against the Fiends that plague our lands." He says in a bellowing tone. A silence fell over the room so profound you could hear a pin drop, intensifying my unease.

"Behold! With the help of Father Lucius, we have created the ultimate dragon-slaying weapon: the Holy Sword!" He raised his voice, and a Holy Knight stepped forward, showcasing a sword that resembled a massive claymore. At its rissaco of the sword lies a large red jewel that seems to glow with a looming sense of power.

The crowd erupted in cheers all around me. Sylus. My gut is telling me I need to find Sylus right now. I stand up and my head starts pounding. Suddenly my arm is grabbed by the girl that had been sitting next to me. Her look is serious and devoid of all emotion.

"Where do you think you are going?" She says sharply and my head feels like it's splitting.

"Out for a breather." I mumble ripping my arm from her grasp. I run out and notice that my arm is bleeding from her nails that had dug into my skin. I go outside and it's dark outside despite it being morning. The moon is blood red and the sky is cloudy. There are more shouts and a ringing. That god awful ringing. Before nothing at all.

"Are you okay?" An elderly woman asks with a concerned look on her face. I look around and the space next to me is empty. My mouth is dry while my face is covered in sweat. The elderly woman touches my face tenderly and smiles at me for a moment.

My racing heart seems to calm down and I genuinely can't remember how long it's been since I've felt a motherly touch. She rubs my back with her fist until I've finally settled.

"Your eyes are beautiful." She says before handing me a cup of water.

"Ah, thank you," I say looking away. My eyes felt like a pale red color in comparison to Sylus' eyes which shone more like rubies.

"No need to thank me," She said, pinching my cheek with more force than I thought was possible. I bite my lip from crying out in pain and rub the sore spot.

"Is that proof enough that this isn't a dream?" She asks laughing before exiting the yurt. What a strange old lady. The rest of my morning felt like a daze. Tarna had checked on me to see how I was doing and had let me know that Sylus had woken up in the early morning helping with prepping for some of the festivities occurring later.

As the lively festival unfolds around us, people adorn their finest attire. Standing amidst a sea of unfamiliar languages, and some recognizable, I wait for the wrestling match to begin.

"The strongest warriors from across the grassland have gathered. Today's competition will be fierce!" Tarna declares, excitement buzzing through the air. One by one, competitors enter the arena, rugged and imposing. They attract cheers and raised fists from the audience.

Then, Sylus makes his entrance and my mouth drops slightly. He's wearing a revealing leather harness-style top that is accented with colorful braided cords and bone or tooth-like pendants that sit across his bare chest. His muscles look like it's glistening from sweat. His dark fitted pants feature a patterned sash at the waist, secured with a wide, ornate leather belt. My eyes can't help but trail down his arms seeing as the leather arm guards and fingerless gloves complete the look.

The Kael tribe erupts into cheers for their champion and I finally feel like a spell has been broken over me. He meets my gaze and winks at me. I hear some of the girls squeal behind me and I can't help but to beam with pride. That is definitely a love interest of Love and Deepspace.

"The Kael tribe worships the Bird God, Talania, as well. Would you like to pray for Sylus' success?" Tarna asks. I nod in acknowledgement to Sylus, and he smiles in response, giving me a sense of reassurance.

"I think I'll be okay Tarna, I believe in Sylus." I say grabbing my pouch that was strong on my side. I ran my thumb over the black embroidery of the crow thinking of how I just managed to finish it earlier after that horrendous nightmare somewhere in between the chaos of everything.

As the rest of the morning unfolds, Sylus defeats each of his opponents with remarkable skill. His movements are swift and powerful, and every throw and takedown earns thunderous applause. I knew Sylus enjoyed boxing, I knew he had a boxing ring in his personal home gym but I never knew he could be so good at wrestling.

In the final match, Sylus skillfully blocks his opponent's strike and quickly maneuvers behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist. With a powerful kick, he slams his opponent to the ground and pins him down to the cheers of the crowd, his victory sealed.

Amidst the deafening roar of the audience, Sylus stands, wiping the sweat from his brow. Unable to contain my excitement, I sprint toward the arena.

"You won! You did it, Sylus!" I shout, my heart racing. He opens his arms and without hesitation I jump in his arms as he spins me around.

"If I lost, I'd be stuck here forever. Could I really lose?" he responds, a teasing grin on his lips. Heat rises to my cheeks as I remember how close his face is to mine. I loosen my grip around his shoulders and slide down till I'm on the floor again.

"Is there anything you wouldn't dare to do?" I say, rolling my eyes. He would be the type to lose on purpose just to say he had experienced losing before. As I back away Sylus lifts something up with his hand.

"What do we have here... a secret reward for the champion?" he muses, eyeing my pouch as it dangles from his finger. I touch my side where my missing pouch is and gasp. My pouch! I lunge for it but Sylus takes a step back evading me effortlessly.

"Let me take a good look at it," he says, glancing at it as it hangs in front of his face. No!

I lunge for it again with more strength than what Sylus had expected. He fell back onto a pile of hay with blankets on top and I ended up right on his lap.

"The elder spoke of this. A girl gives it as a present to her beloved." He comments while staring at it before looking at me.

"Do you have a lover?" he asks, a sly smile creeping onto his face. My eyes shift around everywhere trying not to look at him and figure out my response.

"...I do. Is that a problem?" I stutter, flustered.

"I can't return it then," he replies playfully, gripping the pouch tightly.

"On the grassland, 'Whoever takes it, keeps it.'" He looks at it again and runs his thumb over the embroidery.

"That's not fair," I insist, furrowing my brow and balling my right hand into a fist. "They're about to hand over the prize to the champion. You should get going!" I say trying to change the subject, my eyes locked onto the pouch. He brings it behind his head and lays back while chuckling. He offers me his hand, smiling gently. I grip his hand and try to pull him up but it's like I'm pulling a boulder and he doesn't budge at all.

"Have you been working out? You're heavier now," I tease, shocked at how difficult this is considering I'm using my bionic arm. He only laughs in response.

"If someone handed the champion a pouch, should he take it?" he says responding to my question with a question.

"He just has to get in, retrieve the gem, then get out!" I try pulling him up with both arms this time but he hardly moves at all. My hand slips from his and I stumble back but before I can hit the floor Sylus leans forward grabbing my waist and pulling it close to his body and I'm back to straddling his lap.

"Or we can face it together," Sylus proposes and something about this feels familiar. His gaze is gentlemen and for a moment it looks as if he's reminiscing. A sharp pain causes me to wince.

"You're the champion. Do you need me to watch your back?" I scoff, I push him back with my hand but he grabs my wrist. His body begins moving and suddenly I feel the ground under me disappear.

"Sylus, you—" All I can see is the grass and his legs moving as I'm being dangled over his shoulder like a rag doll. I pound his back with my fists but I feel it has little effect on him.

"Didn't you say sincerity was important? Actions speak louder than words," he interrupts. I look to his side and realize he's only carrying me with one arm. I start to feel like I'm falling forward but lifts me again with a flick of his shoulder, making me gasp, and I can feel his right arm grip my legs in place tightly.

"Ugh," I position my arm on his shoulder trying to sit up.

"I need to show them I already have a lover," he continues, voice steady.

"And since she won't take me away... I'll just have to take her myself," he concludes, and my heart races at his words. I can hear gasps and giggles all around us and I cover my face with my hands. Damnit, this is so embarrassing.

The sky is ablaze with dusk's fiery hues as the elderly khan presents a metal box adorned with ancient engravings to Sylus. Tarna stands next to us, translating the khan's words with reverence but glances at me from time to time as if checking if I still understand the language.

"He said strength is the most revered quality on the grassland," she relays. "Regardless of your origins or bloodline, you are one of our warriors now. May you be like the name of this sacred stone, the first light to appear after a long night." she says with pride.

As the local customs dictate, we cross our arms over our chests and bow to the khan. Once he leaves, Sylus hands me the box and I open it. Inside, the ruby glows brilliantly, and I sense a familiar energy flowing through me.

"This is what brought us here. Sylus, we can finally go home!" I exclaim, my enthusiasm bubbling over. Sylus only smiles faintly at my excitement.

"What will be the first thing you do once we're back?" Sylus asks. I think for a moment and remember that the bright autumn leaves I had seen from flying above and hadn't gotten a chance to look at closely. I remember I could smell the food the other day as well, just thinking about it made my mouth water.

"I'm going to grab some food that we wouldn't find here. I want to dine at Linkon's food street!" I reply, feeling a surge of excitement. Some chicken skewers, roasted sweet potato and chestnuts sound delicious right now.

As night falls, the celebratory bonfire crackles around us filled with the sound of dancing and singing. Sylus and I stand alone on the grassland under a vast, star-studded sky that envelops us like a shimmering tent. We had changed back into the clothes we had come here and he held the ruby in his palm. I take his hand in mine, searching his eyes for reassurance.

"Sylus, once we're back in the N109 Zone, can we still do what we did here?" I ask, hoping for a good answer. Is it possible for him to only have his eyes on me?

"I don't see why we can't," he responds. "Unless it's intentional, people won't easily forget what they learned." He says thoughtfully. I feel myself resonating with the stone and a warm energy surges through me.

"See you in a bit, Meph," he says, and suddenly, the world around me dissolves into a blinding white light. A chill seeps into my body, and the fresh scent of grass is replaced by the harsh, metallic odor of the armory. Isn't this the armory? We're back, we're out of the Grasslands!

I struggle to stand while I look all around me. I turn to my left where Sylus had been just a moment ago but the room is stark and empty, with no sign of him.

"Sylus?" I call out, but there's no response. I glance around and realize the red Protocore fragment isn't here either. Impossible... Am I the only one who came back?

Panic rises in my chest. Taking a deep breath, I use my Evol to detect any traces of Metaflux. It's outside the door! I feel a rush of adrenaline as I run toward the door. Just as I'm about to touch it, it swings open and I bump into someone's chest.

"Sylus?" I gasp, looking up at him.

"Already want to go back to the grassland?" he teases, wearing his usual playful smirk.

"I thought..." I start to say, but he interrupts me.

"Sweetie, what makes you think I wanted to spend my life wrangling sheep?" He scoffs. "I told you. I'm not interested in adapting to a place if you're not there," he adds, a grin playing on his lips.

"And so, we meet again." he says and I crouch down to the floor as if all the tension that was holding my body was released. I wrap myself in a hug and I can feel his hand stroking my head as he knelt beside me. The confusion of waking up alone, the fear of not finding him, and the shock of our adventure together swirl in my mind, yet those simple words effortlessly put me at ease.

"It's good to see you again," I say, my heart swelling. He hands me the red gem.

"Here's the Protocore fragment. Go ahead, take it," he offers but something feels different. It seems to have lost its glow and looks almost dark burgundy rather than red but maybe I'm just seeing things. I grip the stone and wonder for a moment if I hadn't been put in this game would he have this moment with the Heroine?

"What's the matter?" he asks, noticing my hesitation.

"You seem to do just fine in the N109 Zone without me. Tell me if I was no longer in Linkon City or in this world would you be able to adapt to life without me in it?" I asked but instantly regretted it. I'm not sure why but this oddly feels like I'm asking if I were a worm, would he still love me.

He pauses for a moment, and darkness seems to loom over his face. I look away wanting to take back what I said.

"Why are you always so ready to leave me?" He asks, sounding pained. I take a deep breath and lock eyes with him.

"That's not really how I wanted to ask the question but Sylus, humor me for a bit. Let's say we meet up not because of any assignments I'm doing for you or for the Hunter's Association, or that we need something. You know, not for any reason in particular.. Like the twins, well not exactly like them but...." I ramble on.

"B-Basically, can we meet up j-just because..." I stutter and I feel dizzy trying to get the words out.

"We want to see each other?" he finishes, slightly surprising me with his response. I nod, feeling a warmth take over the raging butterflies that were in my stomach just moments before.

Tenderness fills Sylus' eyes as he pulls out a familiar pouch, the one with the clumsily embroidered crow. "I already have your most prized possession," he says, a hint of mischief in his tone.

"However, we did agree to learn from each other when we were in the grassland. It's my turn now." He says, grabbing my hands and helping me stand.

"Imagine red autumn leaves and the scent of roasted chestnuts. Do you want to visit the park now?" he suggests. Grinning, I fling open the armory door, ready to face the world. But just then, a powerful force yanks me back, knocking me off balance and landing me in Sylus' arms. A familiar glow flickers from my wrist. It's the Linkage again. We exchange a look, and the silence settles comfortably between us.

"Should we postpone our outing?" he asks, and I swore I could hear a slight sound of disappointment creeping into his voice.

"...Actually, I know a place that offers a buy-one-get-one free deal," I reply, a mischievous smile spreading across my face. He interlocks his fingers between mine and raises our hands as if to show off the glow of the Linkage.

"Then let's fly away, little dove." his deep voice whispers, tickling my ear.

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A/N:

Chapter heavily based off/follows/influenced of Memoria: Grassland Romance chapters 2-3

Read/Played in order:

1. 5-Star Sylus Memoria: Grassland Romance - Episode 3

2. 5-Star Sylus Memoria: Grassland Romance - Episode 4 Kindled: 1-3

3. 5-Star Sylus Memoria: Grassland Romance - The End

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A/N pt 2:

Sorry for the late chapter, this was intended to post on Sunday but on Thursday I found out my grandmother needed to undergo emergency surgery for a hysterectomy due to finding cancer in her uterus (my family told me mad late) and so her surgery was Friday, spent time with her without my laptop over the weekend and next thing I knew I was back to work and hadn't posted yet. They doctors said so far they don't see any cancer anywhere else but are still monitoring things.

I ask for your understanding and thank you as always for your support! I will be taking a three week break instead of two just to focus on getting the next chapter and research set up while also focusing on my family as well.

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A/N pt 3:

Four pages were removed from the flashback/dream scene that I have decided to push back until later so it flows better. I didn't mean for the chap to be as short, I also had become a little impatient and included a kissing scene but like the meme of Kermit the frog in a hood talking to himself, I talked myself out of it and said we can wait a few more chapters. I plan for maybe a few more chapters of this anxiety thing with Mephisto before a turn around because honestly it's annoying me like girl go get yo man, and I'm the one writing this TT-TT.

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A/N pt 4:

I got Sylus (previous built hard pity) in 20 pulls which was good though still hard pity. I also got Lumiere. No R1 just the pair but I'm so happy! A total of 115 pulls just for the pair but it's okay, I'm happy! I already own MoF as R1 so I'm trying to tell myself I don't need to rank him again but I play with him so often so it's hard, I should not have ranked Rafayel this last banner ugh.

Hoping for Sylus main story branch to be released next before a multi-banner because my wallet needs rest. Hope these last banners weren't too hard on yall!

Fin. 

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Chapter 16. A Tale of the Grasslands

Previously

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"This place might actually suit you better than the N109 Zone," I remark, a hint of envy creeping into my voice.

"You're not wrong. The air here is refreshing, and the people are honest," he responds, giving me a once-over. "And you look good in those clothes. Very cute."

My breath catches and my cheeks flush at his compliment, I'm lost for words.

"What? Isn't saying what's on your mind important when it comes to sincerity?" he teases, a sly grin spreading across his face. Ugh, this man. I tug at the reins and leave Sylus behind, a smile forming despite myself.

"You can say what you like. I'm heading on ahead!" I shout before moving toward the center of the group while hearing his laughter carry in the wind behind me. I can't help but smile to myself.

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As night falls, the tribe sets up camp in a clearing.

"I'm going to turn in for the night. We'll be moving at the crack of dawn," Tarna announces, stretching her arms above her head.

I freeze for a moment, then quickly glance around the yurt at the beds, the blankets, and at Sylus, who's lounging inside.

"We rarely have guests when we travel, so there aren't enough yurts. You might have to share," Tarna adds, her voice light but carrying an undercurrent of mischief. I try to remain calm as I make the bed, but my heart races at the thought of sharing a yurt with Sylus.

"Given what we've been through before, sharing a room shouldn't be a problem. Right?" he says, an eyebrow raised.

"Wonderful! Get some good rest!" Tarna says, clapping her hands before making a quick exit.

"Is sharing a yurt with me that bad?" Sylus asks, his voice filled with concern.

"No, it's not that..." I trail off, trying to mask my anxiety.

"Oh, so is it that you're just anxious about the competition, sweetie?" Sylus replies, a playful smirk on his lips.

"I mean I don't really expect you to lose, after all it's you," I mumble but suddenly a different fear comes to mind. "But Tarna said all the warriors from the grassland are participating. What if you get hurt—"

"You do know my wounds heal quickly," he counters, brushing off my concerns.

"What if they get infected before you..." I trail off, my worry turning into a nagging knot in my stomach.

"Sincerity really is the best," he mutters, and the heat in his gaze makes my cheeks flush even deeper. I sigh in frustration that the words I'm looking for aren't coming to mind at this very moment.

"I'm sleepy... I'm going to bed first," I declare, turning to grab my blanket. "Don't wake up everyone with your tossing and turning. And don't even think about stealing my blanket."

"Once I'm settled on my side," Sylus says lightly. I hear a rustling sound behind me. I can now feel the heat from his body next to mine.

"Let's see who ends up being the blanket thief," Sylus says, lying down casually with his hands behind his head. His breathing is steady, but my heart is pounding like a drum in the darkness. I settle down next to him very much aware of his bare chest and I turn away from him pulling some of the blanker trying to use that to separate us a bit.

"Someone's being sneaky. She's taking the blanket with every toss and turn," he adds, his voice teasing.

"I am not," I protest but can't help but smile.

"Oh? Tsk, tsk. Guess I have to blame the blanket for barely covering half my body." He says chuckling. I pause turning to face him before then tentatively reach out. My hand lands on his bare chest, and I feel the warmth radiating from him.

"I wasn't lying. It's exactly one half," he says with a hint of humor in his voice. A moment of silence hangs between us. I pull my hand back, slowly starting to give him back his half of the blanket.

"Why are you still moving? Heh, I wonder exactly who's restless here," he muses playfully.

"...I just wanted to share," I admit quietly.

"Keep it. I'll be fine," he replies, but I can't shake the thought of the cold grassland nights.

"We're in the grassland. It gets cold after midnight." I mumble. Sylus turns to me, his warm breath brushing against my face, making my heart race.

"What are you doing?" I ask, my voice catching.

"Making the most out of the limited space we have," he responds, that mischievous grin still on his lips just like earlier his lips seem to inch closer to mine but I can't tell if it's me or him leaning closer. The faint sounds of a morin khuur, a horsehead fiddle, playing outside the yurt pull me back to reality. I turn away from him and I hear him sigh lightly, but I don't think he intended for me to hear that.

"Still awake, sweetie?" he asks after a bit of time has passed, breaking the silence.

"What if that sacred stone isn't the Protocore fragment? What if we're stuck here?" I let some of my worries spill out, frustration leaking into my voice. What of the familiarity of this place, the language, the people, and mostly the dagger?

"You seemed calm during the day," he points out, his tone surprisingly soothing.

"It's probably because we were busy adjusting to our new surroundings. And it's only at night that I get these intrusive thoughts..." I trail off, a sigh escaping my lips. Sylus looks at me silently, understanding etched across his features.

"Then we keep searching for it," he declares.

"Sylus, I wish I could be as cool and collected as you sometimes," I admit. What a simplistic way of thinking.

"What about the other times?" he asks. I turn towards him and his arm is supporting his head as he faces me on his side.

"The other times, I... think about what you must've gone through to act that way," I reply, feeling vulnerable under his gaze. He reveals a faint smile and it softens the edges of my worries.

"The situation isn't dire. That might be why I'm relaxed," he explains nonchalantly but his words feel strangely comforting. He lays back down and I muster up some courage, grabbing his arm using it as a pillow. For the first time in a long while I feel safe.

"Don't mind me, I'm learning how to be space-efficient," I say, a hint of a smile playing on my lips. His other arm pulls me in a little closer.

"Actions do speak louder than words. And more sincerely," he answers.

"Then, do you prefer words or actions?" I ask, daring to meet his gaze in the darkness.

"I'm sure we each have our own preferences but perhaps we can learn from each other," he replies thoughtfully.

"...Here?" I motion around us.

"Think about it. Maybe people have fewer things to worry about when in an unfamiliar place. That's even more of a reason to cherish the time we have before the competition," he says meaningfully. I nod lightly, it was worth a try. I nestled myself in his warm arms before drifting off to sleep.

The next morning, I woke slightly cold. I reach out to my side to find Sylus gone and a note in his place. I get dressed and after getting a bite to eat I follow Tarna to herd the sheep, I watch as they graze peacefully. She begins embroidering her pouch.

Every time I catch a curious glimpse of her handiwork, she bursts into laughter, a warm sound that makes me smile.

"Are you interested in making one yourself? It's not that hard," she asks, glancing at me with a grin.

"I wouldn't say I'm great with needles," I reply, slightly embarrassed.

"Think of it as a way to pass the time," she encourages, and I pull out the blank pouch she had first given me when we arrived. She pulls out colorful threads from her bag. After a moment of contemplation, I pick out a single color from her selection, feeling an urge to create something meaningful.

"There are a lot of colors to choose from. Why black?" Tarna inquires, tilting her head.

"It'll also be red, but that's for the finishing touches," I explain, a new sense of determination fueling me. As the pattern begins to take shape, I use the red thread to add eyes to the crow I'm crafting, my heart feeling a little lighter with each stitch.

"You people have interesting tastes," Tarna says, glancing at the pouch I'm working on.

By noon, the sheep are full and content. I gather my things and follow Tarna back to the tribe, my mind racing with thoughts of the wrestling match and the mysterious sacred stone.

"What's with all the ruckus over there?" I ask, trying to peek around her as we ride. Tarna rides ahead of me, her excitement palpable. She soon returns with a big grin on her face. "There's a riding competition! Sylus is participating in it!"

"Let's take a look!" I urge, my heart quickening at the thought of seeing Sylus compete.

A crowd has already gathered, their cheers echoing across the grassland, blending into a chorus of excitement. Children, the elderly, men, and women—all are supporting Sylus.

"I heard Sylus beat Tumur in archery today. Tumur is last year's champion," Tarna explains, pride in her voice.

"Tumur demanded a rematch on horseback. Surprisingly, Sylus said anyone could join," she adds, her eyes sparkling. We approach the arena and several steeds with their riders gallop across the field, kicking up clouds of dust.

Suddenly, a familiar figure on his sleek black horse moves ahead of the group, crossing the finish line at a breakneck pace. People erupt into loud cheers, as if celebrating a hero's victory.

Sylus reins in his horse, scanning the crowd until his gaze finds me. A faint smile graces his lips, and my chest swells with pride. After some time, as the crowd begins to disperse, Sylus rides over to me, looking exhilarated.

"I was able to get a feel of the warriors' skills," he says, his voice full of confidence.

"You chose a unique way to gather intel," I replied, smiling.

"I should know my enemy," he says with a smirk on his face. "Now you don't need to worry about me losing anymore, right?" I can't help but feel a rush of warmth at his words. Was it because I opened up to him last night?

"What about the warriors who are even stronger than them?" I ask, crossing my arms.

"They're still human. And humanity isn't unbeatable," he assures me with a determined look. While I am still worried about him, I can't resist teasing him a little.

"I heard there's one person you still haven't defeated, though. I'm very worried." I say walking up to him.

"Who are you talking about?" he questions.

"Me," I say with a grin.

"Well then. What an unexpected twist." He chuckles, but a competitive fire ignites in his eyes.

"I've been competing since this morning. If I'm doing another round, the prize better be worth it," he declares, crossing his arms.

"What do you want?" I ask curiously.

"If you lose, you need to shout out the word Tarna taught us," he says with a playful gleam in his eyes. The request is so stunning to me, I'm not sure how to respond. Noticing my hesitation he continues.

"In that case, I'll say it out loud three times if I lose." He says and I smile.

"While offering a bowl of kumis," I demand and he grins.

"You're saying that as if I'm destined to lose," he says, raising a brow. I pull my reins and head towards our starting point.

"We'll see at the finish line!" I shout laughing. Tarna sets our start and we race off into the distance. Riding feels almost like second nature to me but I can't recall ever riding a horse before. When it finally comes time for the final stretch of the race, I push myself to the limit.

"I won!" I shout, exhilarated.

"Seeing you go all out made me wonder if you were scared of the punishment. Or just really thirsty," he teases while grinning. Dismounting, Sylus holds out his hand to me. "Your dedication is always admirable."

I take Sylus' hand and jump off the horse, but suddenly, something falls from my waist. My pouch! Before Sylus can pick it up for me, I quickly turn him around. I grab the pouch and hide it in my sleeve, hoping he didn't see anything.

"Is that something I shouldn't see?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.

"No... Tarna gave it to me. Don't look," I urge, a little flustered.

"Will I be able to catch a glimpse of it before we leave?" he asks, curiosity evident in his voice.

"As the horses lower their heads to drink from the lake, I sit on the grassy bank and slip the pouch back on my waist. Sylus scoops up water to wash the sweat from his face, and his reflection shimmers on the water's surface. The sunlight catches his features just right, he looks captivating. I watch him in silence, marveling at how effortlessly he blends into this world—the warriors, the land, everything. Like he's used to this place.

"You were so determined to win. Even your hair got some action." Sylus says, chuckling. I glance at my reflection next to his. Silence hangs in the air as my whole body freezes at the crows nest that is my hair. Just another reason to cut it short.

"Let me help," Sylus offers, moving behind me. I can feel his legs brush against mine as he sits behind me..

"The girls in the tribe have unique braids. I should give you one," he adds, his fingers already starting to straighten out my hair.

"How many 'special girls' have you seen to make that statement?" I can't help but huff a little as I reply.

"Did I say I stared at them? I was looking at their hair." He quips back. I can feel him tightening his grip slightly, and I flinch, even though it doesn't hurt.

"Was I too rough?" he asks, his tone turning a little softer. I feel him gently rub the back of my head, and in the water's reflection, I see him blowing air on the spot he just touched. Our eyes meet again, both of us caught in the ripples of the water until a water bird disturbs its surface.

"On the grassland, people wear head coverings because their hair is precious to them," he says, shifting his focus back to combing my hair.

"Only the individuals they're closest to get to see their hair in its natural state." His fingers move with precision, meticulously undoing each knot with such care. I remember what I've heard about my own people, the folks in Linkon.

"Hair is important to us, too. You can learn a lot about someone's health by looking at the sheen and color," I add.

He moves aside loose strands around my temples, effortlessly dividing my hair into three parts, and quickly braids them together.

"I like your hair," he says, but the way he says it makes me feel like he's talking about more than just my hair. The moment between us is silent for a moment as he weaves his fingers through my hair. It feels like an intimate moment.

"Don't you feel at home in this place, Sylus?" I inquire, breaking the silence first as I close my eyes, taking in the smell of fresh grass. The wind caresses my face and I can hear music in the distance. There is a sense of comfortability in the air but also a sense of deja-vu, as if we've done this before.

"I can adapt to any location and call it home." He says confidently. It's been months and I still feel as if I haven't gotten used to Linkon City, even this world at times I don't always feel I fit in.

"You can do that anywhere?" I ask, somewhat impressed and jealous.

"As long as I'm willing. But I guess I've always had a condition," he says, pausing for dramatic effect. "If you're not there, then I'm not interested."

I pause and slowly turn around facing him. We lock eyes as he places the headwear on me.

"Ta-da. My magnum opus," he announces proudly. He turns my head so I can see my reflection in the water. My braid sways gently and I can't suppress a smile.

"It looks like a regular braid to me," I tease.

"I only glanced at the other girls' braids. I can't recall all the minutiae," he replies with a grin. "Once I hone my hairstyling skills here, I'll visit Linkon and try again or you can always come back home in the N109 Zone. What do you think?"

"So Onychinus's leader has a hidden talent for braiding hair? I wonder how much money this intel could fetch on the dark web." I can't help but chuckle.

"Let's not do that, sweetie. You wouldn't make me braid other people's hair, right?" He smiles at me and I pout before stubbornly meeting his gaze.

"Nope." I respond while feeling a warmth blooming in my chest. I glance at my reflection next to his.

"The horses are done drinking. We should regroup with everyone else," he says, redirecting the conversation. He offers his hand and I take it as he helps me up. Rather than getting on the horses, we take their reins and we walk back in a comfortable silence. Sylus is still holding my hand but I don't let go. Instead I also keep my fingers clasped against his.

By nightfall, the tribe has arrived in Tala, ready to join in the festivities tomorrow. The sky darkens, flames crackle, and shadows move to the rhythm of swaying grass. People dance gracefully around the bonfire.

"Do you know of the Bird Goddess of Tala?" Tarna asks plopping next to me. I take a look at Sylus who is talking to some of the men he had competed against earlier. I shake my head, turning my attention back to Tarna.

"You know there is a really interesting story that my эмээ used to tell me, oh um I'm not sure what the word is in your language," she said apologetically.

"It means grandmother," I responded to her smiling and her eyes grew wide.

"Wait, how do you know-," She started saying loudly and I grabbed her arm pulling her close.

"Shh! I'm not sure how I know but I can understand your language though I'm not really sure how to speak it." I whisper to her trying not to draw attention to us. She nodded her head and I let go of her arm.

"She told me that when her mother was a young girl, there was commotion in the village one day about a young girl with pure white hair and red eyes. It was said that the girl had fallen from the heavens and had only survived after turning into a bird." She says staring into the fire and I turn to her eager for more of the story.

"She was an omen of good fortune. When she arrived the Grasslands thrived, anyone who held her hand felt like they had power surging through them and became stronger. She became a symbol of strength and prosperity, she became our young Goddess. Her praises were sung by multiple tribes but then..." She trails off looking a little sad.

"Somehow a rumor spread that if you eat the girl's heart that you would become immortal. Soon people in white robes would stop by different tribes kidnapping all the young girls looking for her. My эмээ's mother had also been kidnapped but the young Goddess had followed her and led the tribe to the kidnapped girls saving them." As she spoke I got chills down my spine and it wasn't from the cold. I wrapped my arms around myself.

"However, she was injured with an arrow from the people in robes and it was no longer safe for her to be in the Grasslands. So my эмээ's grandmother gave her a dagger and helped her escape. However, we don't know what happened to her after." She looked into the fire for a moment before continuing. 

"But in order to honor her we do not eat or kill any bird with white feathers and this festival is also a way to gather and remember her bravery and strength of saving the young girls in our tribe. The Goddess never gave her name but we gave her the name Talania which means vitality, good fortune, victory, and the triumph of goodness." She said smiling .

"Our tribe renamed itself to Tala and we adopted her language that she had spoken in the heavens as our primary language." she grinned at me as she finished her story.

"One day we know our Talania will return." She said proudly. I tried to think for a moment why her story seemed to resonate with me and I had more questions for her but someone called her away right at that moment.

"Wait until I tell you about how our tribe came across the red gem Daybreak, which is said to be capable of transporting you to a paradise!" She said excitedly before excusing herself. The stars twinkle above and I'm lost in thought as I stare into the flames.

"How did you like the story Tarna told you?" Sylus asks, sitting down next to me. I don't look at him and keep staring at the fire resting my arms on my knees as if trying to to keep myself together.

"It was entertaining." I admit, but something else about it bothered me the more I was thinking about it.

"I know of a few tales you might be interested in." He says so lightly I barely heard him. I remain lost in my thoughts. What does he mean? Actual stories or the past? Is he finally ready to tell me what I can't seem to remember?

"What's on your mind?" Sylus asked while gentle music started playing. Tarna had also mentioned people in white robes and something about her telling me about that part of the story made my skin crawl for some reason but I didn't know how to bring that up into conversation.

When I open my eyes again I see Sylus is holding a wineskin and a unique grassland instrument and a different thought comes to mind.

"I'm wondering when you'll fulfill your promise," I reply, keeping my tone light.

"I never go back on my word," he assures me with an earnest look in his eyes. He puts the instrument down, kneels, and pours wine into a cup. With both hands, he presents it to me.

"Хайр аа," He murmurs once and my cheeks start to heat up.

"Хайр аа" He says again before he leans in close to my ear..

"Хайртай шүү," He says and I bury my face in my hands to cover my shock and how red my face must be. His words feel like an enchantment sinking into the depths of my heart.

"You seem to know more than you let on." He hints that he knows more than what I'm letting on. I sit up, taking the cup he had offered and empty it in one go, feeling warmth spread through me.

"Can I have another? Please?" I ask playfully, trying everything to forget the words he said that seem to be ringing in my head.

"Looks like both of us have a knack for pushing limits," Sylus remarks, filling another cup. He holds it out for me with one hand.

When I try to take the cup, he presses it against my lips, and some of the wine spills. Its intoxicating aroma wafts up, making my head swim slightly.

"Drink too much and you'll get tipsy," he warns with a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Do you want me to stop drinking then?" I reply, matching his playful tone. A faint smile spreads across his face as he elegantly tips the cup, and wine flows slowly into my mouth. The liquid stains my lips, and he uses his thumb to wipe away any stray droplets.

"Where did you get this from?" I ask, curiosity getting the better of me.

"The elder, the most revered person in the tribe, noticed me eyeing it. He figured I could use it," Sylus explains.

"For your nerves or for mine?" I inquire and he smiles only in response, not verbally answering. I'll let you slide this time.

"Everyone is so welcoming. Even if you lose tomorrow, staying here wouldn't be a bad thing," I say, twiddling my thumbs.

"Competing all day still hasn't put you at ease, I see," he notes, plucking the strings of the instrument he was holding earlier. A deep, ancient melody fills the air, wrapping around us.

"So, what's our next course of action if I lose? Are you going to abandon me? Or are we embracing a nomadic lifestyle of riding horses and herding sheep?" he asks lightly.

"Is the powerful leader of Onychinus content with a simple life?" I retort, raising an eyebrow.

"Only if you're with me." His eyes meet my gaze. His eyes shimmer in the dance of the firelight. The crackling fire echoes the blossoming heat in my heart. I lean against him and feel his comforting warmth.

"But I miss the twins, and Onychinus, and maybe even a bit of Linkon City." I admit softly.

"Then I won't lose," he says matter of fact. He continues playing a beautiful and familiar melody as I drift to sleep. I had hoped for another dreamless slumber but that was just wishful thinking. 

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A/N:

Chapter heavily based off/follows/influenced of Memoria: Grassland Romance chapters 2-3

Read/Played in order:

1.  5-Star Sylus Memoria: Grassland Romance - Chapter 2

2. 5-Star Sylus Memoria: Grassland Romance - Chapter 3

So as we know the game Love and Deepspace is a work of fiction, the Into the Grasslands by Love and Deepspace was heavily influenced by Mongolian Culture. So I felt it was only right that I also use that influence to enhance things in the story as well. 

The Bird Goddess Talania was based/influenced by the Mongolian Garid, also known as Khangarid or Khan Garuda, is the Vedic Garuda, the Divine Eagle of Vishnu. Mongolian traditions associate Garuda with prowess, vitality, good fortune, victory and the triumph of goodness. Garuda adorns the Official Flag of the Mongolian Capital City Ulan Bator. 

SOURCE: https://thehistoryofculture.wordpress.com/tag/khangarid/

Another influence in this chapter was the language spoken from Tarna and Sylus in the chapter. In the original version of LADS MC does not know what they are saying saying that it was a unrecognizable. In my version of this Mephisto does understand what they are saying but is unable to speak it.  I decided that I wanted to use additional influence of the Mongolian culture and use their native language for the key part of the story when Sylus calls her "My beloved."

Now, I did NOT just want to use Google Translate for this or Wiki when doing my research. Instead I scoured forums, YouTube videos, or anything  NOT Wiki on more information on how love or similar expressions  to my beloved might be said. 

I really couldn't find anything for "My Beloved" so I kind of opted for I love you. Sylus isn't certain whether Mephisto can understand the language or not.  When Sylus says "Хайртай шүү" this can mean beloved (according to Bolor dictionary (the link was unsecure so resource link was not added). 

However, when I was researching further I cam across a blog that talked about ways of saying 'I love you' in Mongolian (there is a YT Video in there too) I found that the phrase could also be used for 'I love you!' as a less formal and more playful way. 

They also explained that in Mongolian, couples call each other Хайр аа! Literally meaning, ‘my love’. [The ‘aa’ is possessive] This felt more closed to 'My beloved' and closer to the meaning as the game mentions that is what they specially call someone instead of saying it to anyone. I couldn't decide to use the same one three times since I wasn't sure which one was entirely correct but I thought it would be alright to have. 

Now they do have an actual phrase for 'I love you' which is in Mongolian: Би чамд хайртай (I to you love). This is the literal term for it, it’s saying ‘I have love for you’- Би чамд хайртай. In the article it comments that they notice that westerners and maybe some other cultures tend to use this phrase quite liberally. However, in Mongolia, saying ‘I love you.’, ‘Bi Chamd Xairtai’ is quite formal and serious. So you should be careful and only say it if you really really mean it.  

SOURCE: https://www.mongolianlanguage.mn/free-lessons/i-love-you-in-mongolian#:~:text=Literally%20meaning%2C%20'my%20love',They%20will%20love%20it.

Also I wanted to add that the reason why Tarna did not know the word grandmother in English (just the language the story is being written in) is because how many foreigners or tourists talk about their grandmother? I'm not saying no one has but I would imagine it be pretty uncommon unless maybe they are travelling together. 

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A/N pt 2: If you made it this far thank you! As you may have notice this project is a bit more than just a fanfic. I really want it to make sense and tie into LADS as I love the storyline and lore for the game however, with not much clarification or canon lore out it can be a difficult for me as I am full of theories and wanting to know more about this world.

The next chapter will be theory lore based on my assumptions based on things that occur or are seen in the game but of course are NOT confirmed. 

 Some things will eventually no longer be accurate to the lore but for know I plan on just creating a fun way to tie everything to the game in a way that makes sense or makes you think 'hey I didn't notice that or I didn't think that before.'

It's always fun when something I add ends up coming up in the game later like how I gave a mechanical arm to Mephisto before Caleb was reintroduced. However, it IS incredibly stressful when they add something where I'm like how TF am I going to add that? As I mentioned before I'm trying to pickup the pace before Sylus' story branch and the new LI drops but who knows. Some things I want to wait until I know more but for now I think the way I'm writing is fine I hope you as well!

AS ALWAYS, thank you for your support! 

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A/N pt 3:

I'm almost done with one more chapter before I take a 2 week break as yall see I do a LOT of research. New chapter will post next Sunday night April 20th. Super excited for the new Sylus Birthday Banner I can't wait to include it in my story! I would wish us luck in pulls but last time I did that I had the WORST pulls in history with Caleb so may the odds be in your favor!

fin.

[chaoslovesmisery]

Chapter 15. Into the Grasslands

Previously

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I feel a blanket placed over my shoulders suddenly reminding me that I'm not the only one here.

"Thank you," I say quietly as the boy hands me a bowl of watery lumpy substance which I assume is soup? I anxiously glance around the room, old wooden beams crisscrossed the ceiling, draped with cobwebs, and the walls bore the marks of scratches of what appears to have been from an animal and patches of peeling mud.

"By the way, what's in that bag you were carrying?" The boy says and I turn, staring at the satchel on the floor. I grab it and when I open it there is a piece of paper and a dagger with a ruby like gem-encrusted hilt. The dagger feels heavy. I open the note and there is only one word on it written in a red script.

Survive.

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It feels like I'm traveling through a tunnel, surrounded by memories that race past me—mere blurs of light swirling in an incomprehensible frenzy. The feeling is deeply unsettling, as if an unseen force is mercilessly propelling me toward an unbearable brightness.

"In the bin, in the bin!" a voice shouts, cutting through the chaos of my mind. A cold metal bin collides painfully with my chest and I double over, heaving into it. My stomach convulses, but only a bitter bile rises, leaving my throat raw. My eyes prick with tears, blurring my vision as a high-pitched ringing fills my ears.

"Shit! That sucked!" I groan, letting my head fall back with a heavy thud against the wall behind me. The metal bin is yanked away and in its place now a cup of warm liquid, cradled in my trembling hands. Its soothing temperature is a stark contrast to the chill that keeps running through my body.

"What do you remember?" Philip asks while sliding onto a stool beside me, his expression a blend of concern and curiosity.

"I was a child, I-, it was a place in a field of black/purplish flowers. There was a town, well if I could even call it tha -" Before I could finish my Hunter's watch rings.

"Oh shit, sorry Phil I gotta go, sorry Phil! Next time!" I hand him the cup and throw the blanket off me. In the corner of my eye I see a shiny pair of scissors which I grab before running out through the back in a dark alley.

"Nice of you to pick up," a voice says as soon as I answer.

"Hello to you too, Xavier," I reply, sighing and putting my back against the wall. I realized once more how exposed I was in my shorts, oversized sweater, and Sylus' indoor slippers. Oh... he's gonna kill me.

"Your comms and signal were turned off. Where are you right now?" He asks and I bite my lip. Should I lie?

"I'm out. What's it to you?" I say a little harsher than intended. He's silent for a moment before sighing.

"I thought you were dead, after getting split up last night and your injuries... Are you alright?" He asks. A twinge of guilt creeps into my heart.

"I'm fine, you did most of the legwork anyway," I grumble. There's an awkward silence in the air almost as if he's waiting for me to ask how he is as well but I can't bring myself to ask it. Especially knowing it's him, after all he's also Lumiere who has defeated even the harshest of Wanderers during the Chrono Disaster.

"Check in with Jenna," he says before disconnecting the call. I send her a quick message through my watch before a noise indicates an upcoming assignment.

There has been a Metaflux detection located in your current area, a highly dangerous Protocore fragment has been detected in your area. Proceed with caution and extract for further analysis.

"It's actually really close to me," I mumble to myself. I use the scissors and grab my hair. Is there a point to cutting it short right now? I guess I'll just cut it to where it's not in the way until I make it home. I cut my hair this time to where it stops halfway down my back. The hair falls to the floor, dispersing into feathers.

I look up to the sky and it appears the sun will be rising soon. I need to hurry up and change but to go all the way home just to come back to check out the source of the Metaflux seems so tedious. I could stop by the room I have a Sylus' place which says is no better than a closet, but I'm too embarrassed to see him so soon after leaving dramatically earlier.

"Hey there, little lady, trying to have some fun tonight?" A man leans casually against the alley wall, his confidence radiating like he owns the place. There is another man more stockier, grinning like a wolf that slinks in behind me closing off my escape route.

"What's a pretty girl like you doing out at this hour?" the first man croons, his tone teetering on the edge of mockery.

"You both must have a death wish it seems." I sneer, crossing my arms.

"Don't you know you're in the presence of greatness right now?" The stockier guy scoffs, laughing. I grip the scissors that's hidden in my sleeve from earlier.

"Is that so? And who exactly are you supposed to be? Sylus? Because that's comedic at best." I reply, my voice laced with sarcasm.

Their confidence deflates for a moment but they quickly recover before trying to close the distance. Just as I prepare to show them that I can handle myself, I sense a shift in the air, a palpable energy that sends a chill down my spine. The two men freeze almost sensing the same thing as I.

Steps echo from the alley as a Sylus steps into view. His eyes glance at the men first before landing on me, his gaze lowering to my bare legs before his eyes narrow slightly. I push down the hem of the sweater, which fits more like a dress, trying to cover more of my legs.

"Trouble?" he asks but the sharpness of his tone makes me freeze, holding back my comment that I could handle this without him. Well, these guys are definitely dead.

"Did you really think impersonating me would end well for you?" He advances with an effortless grace, the soft glow of dawn framing his silhouette. This time his eyes lock onto mine his gaze softens a bit. Before they have a chance to react Sylus extends his arm, lifting them off the ground as if they weighed nothing more than feathers, their limbs dangling helplessly in the air.

"Now you'll see the folly of your actions," he says casually, as if discussing the weather rather than the imminent fate of two would-be predators. With a flick of his wrist, the mist transforms into a storm around them causing them to scream in agony before silence replaces them and flecks of mist fall to the ground in their place..

"I figured you would have gone to change first, not go stroll around like this. As well as steal my slippers." He says teasingly, handing me a change of clothes and shoes. His gaze seems to linger at my exposed shoulder and I grab his arms trying to make him turn around which he does. I put pants over my shorts before something comes to mind.

"Don't turn around. But I'm actually curious, who changed me in these?" I asked as I quickly put a bra on under the sweater.

"Well you needed medical care so I only did what was necessary." He says smoothly and I almost fall to the floor trying to put on a sock.

"What?" I say, horrified.

"Did you change me?!" I ask mortified. What underwear was I wearing? Did the bra and undies match? No, please tell me I wasn't wearing my comfortable granny panties.

"No, you woke up at a certain point during the night taking off your clothes before rummaging through my closet and dressing yourself to your liking." He says chuckling and my stomach finally stops somersaulting. I crouch on the floor covering my face. Ah, fuck!

"Are you done yet?" He asks, tapping his foot on the ground impatiently. I grab his shoulder for balance to put my shoes on and he easily slides his arm around my waist helping me stay steady.

"I am now." I say and he looks at me amused. Dawn's light spills across the alley, illuminating us both.

"Also I'm looking for a Protocore fragment. I think it's nearby. Come with me?" I ask pulling away slowly from his arm. He stares at his hand for a moment before closing it and meeting my gaze.

"Lead the way." He says. I resonate with my watch to help with locating a bit more accurately where the Metaflux is coming from and it leads to a cellar door in front of the bar Elysium.

"Hmm, an interesting choice." He says before typing in some numbers and unlocking sounds indicates the now open door.

"What do you mean? " I ask, watching as lights flicker before turning on automatically. Sylus walks in front of me, stepping down before offering his hand for assistance.

"This is one of my underground armories." He explains. After helping me down he doesn't let go of my hand and I don't make an effort to shake him off this time. His hand is warm, what would it be like if he wasn't one of the love interests of this game? The cold air pulls me back into reality. Sylus leads me through the labyrinthine corridors.

"Are you absolutely sure the Protocore fragment is here?" he asks, glancing back at me.

"The Metaflux led me here," I reply, my focus steady trying to ignore the warmth of his hands.

"Guess I should thank it. It's been a while since I've been able to have one and one time with someone as busy as yourself," he says with a smirk.

"Didn't you say you would take me to Cloud Island?" I shoot back, a playful smile creeping onto my lips.

"Oh, I didn't know you were so eager to go on a trip with me. Wasn't it you who decided to go back to Linkon City?" he teases. I frown, he wasn't wrong.

"Well, yeah I need to be your inside source to be useful to you. Keep an eye on her for you and what not." I state.

"What's interesting is not once have I asked you to do any of those things and how you seem to think your intel is the only thing I place value in." He says and I flinch at his words. Everything has been for him so why is he responding like this? As if he never said before to keep monitoring her, or was I mistaken?

"If you weren't working today what would you be doing instead?" He asks in a lighter tone breaking the awkward silence.

"Well, if it weren't for my job, I might be out getting intel for you? Or maybe hanging out with the twins if they aren't working." I say and he crosses his arms.

"The twins are scheduled to work today and you're not on my payroll right now." He says and I can't help but chuckle to myself.

"Well then, I'd probably be in the park right now," I say, mentally picturing myself appreciating the autumn leaves or buying some roasted chestnuts from a food stand.

"And to think that these Protocore weapons might keep you from enjoying autumn's beauty. Shame." He admits. As we chat, a classic-patterned dagger in a display case catches my eye. A faint Metaflux emanates from the ruby on its hilt.

"You found what you were looking for already? The Association's mission system knows how to pick its hunters," Sylus remarks, eyebrows raised.

"Where did you get this from?" I ask. Something about it seems familiar. I swear I had just seen this recently. He carefully takes out the dagger and hands it to me.

"It's part of my antique collection, sweetie. A treasure from the grasslands." He replies. I clench the red gemstone at its hilt, but I don't feel that familiar surge of energy flow in.

"I can't resonate with it. But this is definitely exhibiting traces of Metaflux... it looks like this might be the Protocore they are looking for. I need to bring this dagger to the Association for further analysis," I state and he leans in close to my face.

"It's my most prized possession. Even if it's only temporary—" he starts but I cut him off while making my way to the door.

"If you're worried, why not come back to Linkon with me to—" I push open the armory's heavy door, and a gentle breeze washes over me. The air is refreshing, carrying the scent of grass—a stark contrast to the stale air of the N109 Zone.

As the white light dissipates, it reveals a breathtaking landscape. The endless grassland is bathed in daylight, wisps of clouds drift across the sky, and waves of green grass ripple in the breeze. I spot grazing sheep and cows in the distance. What the f-

I spin around and see Sylus next to me, his expression a mixture of confusion and awe. The armory has vanished without a trace. Only the endless expanse of grassland remains.

"What is this place? An illusion?" I wonder aloud.

"I can't even get a bad signal. Where are we?" he replies, pulling out his phone in an attempt to check our location. I shake my head in disbelief. And then—

"Baa Baa—"

"A lamb?" I say, surprised as a fluffy lamb trots up to us. Sylus lowers his phone, the click of a picture echoing in the air as he captures this curious creature.

"So, got any clues?" he asks, glancing at me. Suddenly, a cacophony of noises erupts in the distance. A massive flock of sheep descends upon us like an avalanche of wool, and the thunderous drumming of hooves feels like it could trample us at any moment.

Before I know it, a shepherdess wearing a vibrant red robe and beaded headdress whisk us away to her people.

Inside a cozy yurt, we change into garments the locals usually wear. After straightening out my clothes, I quietly picked up a small cup of juice a little boy had given us earlier.

"Despite the language barrier The little boy's gestures indicate that—" I began.

"He wanted us to draw patterns on our faces with the juice, just like the locals do." Sylus says. I look at Sylus' clean face. If something has to be drawn on it ...

"You wish, little dove. Don't forget. I also have my own weapon." Sylus replies, picking up his cup as well. Oh, right. The little boy also brought a cup for Sylus.

"You can't tell which one of us will be drawing on the other's face." He says. Leaning against a basket while sitting, Sylus had been observing me for quite some time. I dip my finger in the cup. Meanwhile, reviewing the steps to launch up a surprise attack on his face. But he grabs my arm and quickly takes the cup out of my hand and flips me on the floor gently.

"Ugh, why are you laughing?" I pout.

"Could it be due to your poor attempt at a sneak attack or could it be from this unique look you've had since changing. Is tucking leaves in your hair a trend with the locals?" he teases.

"What?" I ask, raising my hands to my hair trying to brush it out.

"If you had noticed it earlier, why didn't you say something? Honestly—" but before I can complete my sentence, Sylus' finger brushes against my left cheek. Juice is smeared on my skin. He got me.

"Playing dirty, huh?" I smirked.

"I warned you ahead of time. You just underestimate your opponent." He says. I launch a determined strike toward Sylus' face, but he gracefully avoids my strike with ease.

"I'm so scared," He taunts playfully.

"Stop dodging!" I yell, missing him again.

"Come here and sit down," I commanded, stomping my foot while pouting.

"You're not even going to hide the fact you're about to cheat?" He says laughing.

"Luke and Kieran know I'm like this," I grumble and there's a glint in his eye. He approaches me and I take a hesitant step back slowly as though I'm in front of a predator.

"Sylus?" I ask just before tripping. Before the juice could spill on me, his arms had already steadied my hand and his other arm was wrapped around my waist.

"What if I want to be the one who sees it the most?" He asks and there's an emotion I can't seem to pinpoint in his eyes. He leans his face closer to me so much so that his breath tickles my face and I catch sight of a faint scar on the inner corner of his eye.

"Here, little dove. Feel free to use it today." He says, closing his eyes, his long lashes casting delicate shadows on his cheeks.

"Be gentle," He says almost alluringly, making my cheeks flush.

"Hmmm, that will depend on my mood." I reply lightly as he lets go of my hand but instead wraps both arms around my waist. Dipping my fingers into the juice, I decide to draw on the spot where I know the Heroine would have scratched him when they first met. The drawing doesn't take long to complete. His eyes light up, as if he has just realized what I've drawn.

"What did you draw?" He asks, bringing his face even closer to my face.

"I'm not saying." I say pushing his chest away while blushing. I try to turn around to run but he brings me in close and I can feel his chest pressed into his back. His body feels like it's enveloping me into a blanket. The feeling makes my heart race.

"Where do you think you're going after putting a heart on my face?" He whispers in my ear, making me shiver.

"I won't let you go that easily, so prepare yourself," he says, lifting my chin to meet his gaze. He inches closer, but suddenly there's a gasp from behind me. I turn away, covering my face in embarrassment. The little boy who had given us juice earlier stands there, mouth agape.

"It's impolite to enter a yurt without permission," Sylus says to the boy, but it takes me a moment to realize he isn't speaking our language.

"You can speak Talanian?" I ask, surprised.

"How do you— hmmm," is his only response before he releases my waist. Before I can ask anything further, a shout erupts at the entrance.

"Hello travelers! I am entering!" The shepherdess, who introduced herself as Tarna, steps in, a hint of confusion on her face as she takes in the three of us.

"Jochi, don't be shy. Go ahead and hand them their drinks," she instructs in their language. Wait, how can I understand them? The little boy approaches me shyly, looking away as he hands me a cup and then offers one to Sylus.

"It's pear-leaf milk," he says, and I smile..

"Thank you," I reply, and he beams before leaving. We sit down, and Tarna sets plates of roasted lamb in front of us.

"I picked up some of your language from the grassland traders. I never thought I'd actually get to use it!" she exclaims, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"You've come a long way. Are you also heading to Tala for the Grassland Festival? The wrestling match will be legendary. You made the right choice in coming here," she continues enthusiastically.

"A wrestling match?" I ask, slightly taken aback.

"The khan has called for warriors from all the tribes. The champion will receive a sacred stone from him," Tarna explains, her voice brimming with passion.

"It's a red gem. 'Daybreak' is its name. They say it's capable of transporting you to a paradise." Transport to a paradise... That sounds just like the Protocore fragment. Sylus and I share a knowing glance, and without thinking, I grab his arm and pull him forward.

"Can we participate in the wrestling match?" I ask.

"Yes, but you'll be up against the bravest warriors from the grassland. Aren't you scared?" Tarna replies, raising an eyebrow. I look at Sylus and wink. He meets my gaze with a playful grin.

"Participation is what matters in the end," he responds.

"Great! I'll go tell the elder then!" Tarna beams.

"Ah. Since we're headed to the same place, why don't you join us? It's always nice to have company," she adds before leaving us. The moment she's gone, Sylus quickly reverts to his usual nonchalant demeanor. He sits in front of the food while I grab the dagger I had hidden in my regular clothes I had changed out of earlier. I touch the hilt where the ruby is missing.

"The Protocore fragment is gone, and it's probably why we're even here," I say, frustration bubbling up inside me as I grapple with the deja vu of this dagger. Sylus lifts his copper bowl filled with milk tea and nods.

"These patterns resemble those on the dagger. It's possible they're from the same tribe," I state, lifting part of my top garment to conceal the dagger in my skirt pants. Where did he get this from?

"You sure that sacred stone is the Protocore fragment?" he questions, his brow furrowing slightly.

"It's our only option right now. We might as well take it." I take a deep breath. The lamb is so delicious and tender that I virtually inhale my food. Sylus chuckles lightly before standing up and I follow suit.

"Winning that wrestling match and getting the gem could be our ticket home. I believe in you, Sylus." Hoping to solidify our resolve, I extend my fist for a fist bump but Sylus grabs my hand instead

"Let's not think about the competition for now, darling. We have more important things to do," he states while pulling me toward the yurt's entrance.

"...Such as?" I ask, genuinely confused.

"Admiring the scenery," he replies, gesturing for me to step outside.

We join the procession moving toward Tala for the festivities. Tarna has generously provided us with horses, and we find ourselves at the back of the group. A few young women dressed in riding gear suddenly stop their horses in front of us, their eyes darting between me and Sylus, curiosity lighting up their features.

"Do you think they're together?" one of them whispers in their native language, unaware that I can understand them though I may not know how to speak it. They chat with Tarna, discussing how handsome Sylus is and how he looks like a natural on the horse. The conversation flows to the wrestling match, and they glance at Sylus with amusement. With a sudden whip of their reins, the women send their horses into a gallop, swiftly disappearing into the distance.

"They were complimenting Sylus. He doesn't look like a foreigner while riding a horse," Tarna calls back to us.

"I told them he'd be participating in the wrestling match too. They'll cheer for him," she adds, and I can't help but smirk at Sylus.

"...They just met you, Sylus. You really are popular wherever you go," I tease, feeling a light pang in my chest.

"Once he enters the competition, a few girls might hand over their pouches to him," Tarna reveals, her voice filled with amusement.

"Pouches?" I ask, puzzled.

"It's a custom here. If a girl fancies a warrior, she gives him a pouch she made at the celebration," she explains, reaching into her bag to pull out a beautifully embroidered pouch.

"Sairt is my beloved, and he's a warrior from the Sud tribe. I made this for him," she says proudly. I glance at the pouch, realizing how natural and straightforward affection is for them. The people here don't beat around the bush...

I sneak a glance at Sylus. Our eyes meet for a moment before I quickly look away, my gaze dropping to the blank pouch in my hand that Tarna had given me earlier when she provided us clothes to wear. A soft chuckle from Sylus reaches my ears.

"Miss Tarna, what's the word you use around here to refer to your beloved?" he asks, a playful spark in his eyes. Tarna responds with a string of familiar syllables.

"Did you get that?" he inquires, smiling and arching an eyebrow. I blush and turn away.

"It's too long. There's no way I can remember it," I lie, shaking my head.

"Well, I did. Maybe I'll repeat it a few more times so it sticks in your head," he replies with a wink.

"Here on the grassland, when someone catches your eye, you confess to them," Tarna continues, her tone earnest. "You can't hold back. What if someone else claims them first? Whoever takes them keeps them."

"I agree. How would anyone know otherwise?" Sylus chimes in, narrowing his eyes with a playful smile tugging at his lips.

"But saying what's on your mind is important too," I add, feeling my heart race a little.

"As long as your feelings are genuine, they'll always be clear," I state.

"I believe sincerity means not having to beat around the bush or play any games," Sylus says, his tone sincere. A strange sense of anxiety forms in my stomach as I sulk, glancing at him and imagining how he and the Heroine would look together if she were here instead of me.

"This place might actually suit you better than the N109 Zone," I remark, a hint of envy creeping into my voice.

"You're not wrong. The air here is refreshing, and the people are honest," he responds, giving me a once-over. "And you look good in those clothes. Very cute."

My breath catches and my cheeks flush at his compliment, I'm lost for words.

"What? Isn't saying what's on your mind important when it comes to sincerity?" he teases, a sly grin spreading across his face. Ugh, this man. I tug at the reins and leave Sylus behind, a smile forming despite myself.

"You can say what you like. I'm heading on ahead!" I shout before moving toward the center of the group while hearing his laughter carry in the wind behind me. I can't help but smile to myself.

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A/N:

Chapter heavily based off/follows/influenced of Memoria: Grassland Romance chapters 1-2, Limited Event: Mountain Journey Chapter 2, Face-Painting Battle, and Mountain Journey Chapter 5, Crown of Flowers and a Heart of Nectar.

Read/Played in order:

1. 5-Star Sylus Memoria: Grassland Romance - Chapter 1

2.  Limited Event Sylus's story: Mountain Journey Chapter 2: Face-Painting Battle

3. Limited Event Sylus's story: Mountain Journey Chapter 5: Crown of Flowers and a Heart of Nectar.

4. 5-Star Sylus Memoria: Grassland Romance - Chapter 2

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A/N pt 2:

I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I actually wrote a LOT more than this, there is about 40 pages worth so far I've written so far, so each week on my day off I'll just be editing the chapter and adding things here and there before posting. This almost feels like a break! I'm excited to be connecting the dots while we make our way through these memories. I really didn't expect this story to be such a slow burn but my patience also has it's limits lets see whose runs out first, Sylus or myself lol 

As always, thank you as always for supporting my story! 

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A/N pt 3:

Not that anyone asked I did SO crappy on Caleb's latest banner hard pity for EACH FREAKING ONE. They got me with the okie-doke and gave me a regular Caleb Card AT HARD PITY before giving me one Myth Card then pairing with the crate. After seeing Caleb's cakes I paid the price to R1 and I've always maintained holding 100+ tickets during each banner and BOOM all gone without even R1-ing. So OF COURSE I spent money getting him to R1... 241 wishes total. ONLY TO R1. I am a dolphin but Caleb had me jumping like a whale this time. I'm really hoping I'm not going to like the 6th love interest because this game has become my most expense hobby ever, though I can actually afford it for once. 

Just remember ya'll, Gacha is a form of gambling lets try not to be addicted to it. *queues circus music as I apply my clown makeup*

fin.

[chaoslovesmisery]

Chapter 14. Tension

**TRIGGER WARNINGS: Gore, suggestive situations/ child assault **

I open my eyes in a familiar room that’s not my own, yet shadows obscure my vision. My hand instinctively touches my eye, only to find it swathed in gauze. A twinge of panic surges through me as I lift my arm to check for wounds, but my long hair catches in my fingers, cascading like a dark waterfall around me—black as a crow's feather. Gritting my teeth, I swing my legs over the edge of the bed, hissing in pain as I brace against the ache coursing through my body. It seems he wasn’t able to heal everything

I push myself to stand but my legs betray me and I thud to the floor with a heavy thump. I crawl toward the window, fighting the growing urgency inside me and with a trembling hand I open it wide. An inviting gust of cold wind sweeps into the room extinguishing the embers in the fireplace. I step up onto the windowsill and the chill of the night air wraps around me as I gaze out at the brilliant scattered city lights below. They look like shimmering fallen stars against the inky darkness. This room feels suspended between the brilliance of the city and the distant cosmos, as if I’m just an arm’s reach away from the stars themselves. My hand instinctively extends toward the sky as if the stars are calling to me.

"Planning on flying away?" a voice teases, shattering the delicate moment and pulling me back to reality. I whip my head around to find Sylus leaning casually against the doorframe, one eye glowing with an alluring intensity that nearly entraps me. In that moment, an instinct within me screams that I want him—not to devour him, but I need him to survive. Yet my mind cautions that he's not mine to claim.

"The moon is truly beautiful," I reply, as I sit with one leg dangling outside and the other inside.

"Sylus, do you remember the first time we met?" I ask, my gaze shifting to the moon, which peers from behind a curtain of clouds casting silvery shadows across the room.

"In which life?" he counters with a faint smirk while slowly approaching me. As he gets closer his hand gently brushes my cheek, sending a shiver down my spine at the warmth of his touch.

"I don't even know," I confess, my voice barely above a whisper as I turn away once more drawn to the window. I'm not entirely sure why I'm asking—what's the point in resurrecting memories best left untouched? He remains silent for a moment. One hand of his wraps an arm around my waist startling me as the other hand effortlessly swings my left leg back inside the room. In an instant, both his arms envelop me, cocooning me in a comfort that soothes the raw edges of my fear. His scent envelops me, I sigh in relief feeling the tension I wasn't aware of start to melt away. Something inside me feels a longing to connect, to feel anchored in a world that seems determined to pull me apart.

"Every meeting with you I remember; you can be quite hard to forget," he says, his right eye still aglow. The wanting swells within me—an unquenchable need that intertwines with the chaos in my chest pulsing in time with my racing heart. His right hand rests against my cheek and our breath becomes uneven with desire. A knock at the door slices through our moment like a cold blade and I turn away feeling not only my cheeks feel hot but my shoulders and ears as well. Sylus lets out a sigh.

"Boss, we think we found something you might be interested in." Kieran's voice says from behind the door.

"Say it there," He says sternly and I can still feel his gaze on me.

"... it seems that the Wanderers that you encountered were created forcefully." He says placing a hand behind his head.

"What?" I ask dumbfounded. Someone is creating those things? Sharp pain shoots to my temple and I hiss in pain. It's like I'm trying to remember something but something is stopping me. Sylus' voice sounds muffled and there is a ringing sound in my ears.

"Sylus?" a sing-song voice chimes from the other side, and I know instantly that it's the heroine. Jump. A voice in my head commands and without a second thought, I lean back and let gravity take hold allowing myself to fall from the ledge.

Sylus' eyes widen in shock but as the world tilts away beneath me the last sight I catch is the stars stretching infinitely above, twinkling like promises unkept. The wind howls around me, desperate to push me back, yet gravity proves to be an irresistibly strong force. I need to transform but something feels like it's stopping me. I shut my eyes tight. Shit. What's happening?!

Suddenly, a hand wraps around my wrist and my eyes open in surprise. Red eyes meet mine with a mix of emotions, anxiousness, anger, sadness, and something else. He pulls me into his arms and a red mist envelopes up as we land gently to the floor. Leave.

"Let me go," I insist, my voice trembling, not understanding what this voice in my head is. Is this my subconscious telling me to stay away from him?

"Is that what you really want?" he asks, a mischievous glint dancing in his gaze as he lifts my chin to meet his, almost as if he were forcing me to confront the storm brewing between us. I hesitate, caught in the web of my own conflicted feelings.

"I need to check in at the Association," I reply, sidestepping his question knowing it's a flimsy excuse. He rolls his eyes, dissatisfaction etched across his features.

"Mephisto," he whispers and a shiver races down my spine. His hand tucks a strand of hair behind my ear down trailing down to my chin before his thumb runs over my bottom lip. The heat in my cheeks flares up and I'm the first to break eye contact, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment.

"If you keep pushing me away because of her, maybe I should just get rid of her now," he murmurs and the words hit me hard. My eyes widened in shock.

"Sylus! How could you say that?!" I gasp, but before I can say anything else gunshots ripple through the air in the distance and I take a moment to compose myself.

With a resigned roll of his eyes he reaches into his back pocket and retrieves my Hunter's Watch placing it on my wrist. The familiar weight feels like a burden this time. In a swift motion, he adjusts my position so that I'm straddling him, my body settled on his arms.

"Just put me down," I grumble, shifting uncomfortably unwilling to fully embrace the strange thrill of our closeness.

"With no shoes on this dirty ground? I think not," he quips, a smile tugging at the coroners of his lips when suddenly I become acutely aware of my minimal attire—pajama shorts and his oversized sweater that drapes around me like a fluttering cloak. My legs and feet are exposed, vulnerable beneath his touch as his fingers glide down my calf gently brushing against my foot.

"I best get going now," I declare attempting to push him away but he grips me tightly, a fierce determination glinting in his eyes. I feel like a bird ensnared in a gilded cage, caught between the desire to flee and an equally powerful need to stay.

"But what will you do if I don't want to let you go again?" he teases, tilting his head in a way that makes my heart clench with confusion. What does he mean, "again"? Before I can inquire further, I spot two figures approaching, urgency coursing through me.

"Boss!" It's Luke and Kieran, my pulse quickens at the thought of them seeing me like this. Panicking, I lift my right leg out of his grasp, kicking at his chest with newfound determination while transforming mid-air taking to the sky. Pain shot through my wing a reminder that I wasn't as recovered as I thought.

I stop by an abandoned looking garage and sneak through the front for my slippers I had left there last time. I can hear the sounds of tinkering as Philip works on whatever project he's invested his time into.

"Hey! Shop's closed!" He yells but when he sees me he waives his hand as if saying sorry. He puts down his tools and walks over to me.

"How are you feeling today?" Philip inquires as I settle into the chair against the wall throwing a blanket over my legs. I extend my arm revealing the remnants of mechanical components that peek through my skin.

"The Nanoskin is nearly back to normal, it typically doesn't heal this quickly," I reply, scrutinizing the intricate patterns of metal on my arm.

"It's likely a side effect of the Aether Core you absorbed recently," he observes, carefully plugging a wire into one of the protruding metal bits. A fleeting sting shoots through my arm, reminding me that it's still very much a part of me.

"Also, I meant your mental state and physical health. You were pretty banged up when I came to patch you up, you should probably go see a Doctor for your injuries," he clarifies, activating a diagnostic device.

"Oh, well, I'm fine, I don't need to see a doctor. I'll heal up in no time. In fact I'm pretty sure I can take this bandage off my head." I say, unwrapping the bandage from my eye and taking slow blinks to adjust my vision from being able to see with one eye before to now both.

"Have you still been having those painful migraines?" He asks, handing me a cup of hot water and flashing a light on my eye, moving it left and right.

"Yeah, I swear it's like every time I feel like I'm going to remember something I swear something is stopping it. It's just like that day last year when I passed out..." I'm unsure if I should tell him of the weird dream or memory that I had at the church or the fact that there was a voice earlier commanding me what to do.

"Have you been able to remember anything new from around that time that you disappeared?" he prompts and I feel my eyes drop to the floor.

"No, everything before Sylus found me that day remains blank. Every time I try to remember, a sharp pain slices through my head and it feels like my ears are ringing."

"Hmm."

"You know something, don't you?" I lock eyes with him but he seems to weigh his response before opting for silence.

"Well, there might be a way to help unlock your memories. I've been working on something for a while, but I can't guarantee its success," he finally confesses, withdrawing the wire from my arm.

"I'm listening," I reply leaning forward, intrigued.

"The latest Protocore the twins acquired paired with my new device I've been working on should allow you to transport back into your past, to relive certain experiences or memories," he explains.

"The only caveat is that I can't pinpoint which exact moment in time you'll experience." His words linger in the air. Does it mean I could return to when Love and Deepspace was just a mobile game I played to pass the time? Or would it merely connect me to past lives I've lived tied to the game? Could it also be something else?

"I'm in. Sign me up," I take a sip of the hot water and it fills me with warmth.

"It could be dangerous," he warns, but I can't help smiling.

"Is this going to be like Assassin's Creed?" I ask, half-joking.

"Assassin's what?" he replies, furrowing his brow in confusion.

"Don't worry about it. When will it be ready?" I inquire.

"It's actually ready right now—or whenever you are," he says, standing up and grabbing this goggle-looking thing he was working on earlier. I glance at my Hunter's Watch, there are some notifications pending but I turn off the watch instead. I can deal with it later.

"How do I return to the present?" I ask, placing the strap over my head resting the goggles on my neck.

"I can try pulling you out, but keep in mind this is still in the testing phase. I've only attempted it once and that lasted about five minutes, but it felt as if half a day or so had passed," he explains.

"What period of time did you visit?" I ask with curiosity.

"Just remember, once you're in the memory, you physically can't change anything even if you try. You're cognitively there, but your body will act independently or you might forget you're even there and simply relive the experience," he adds, speaking with a clinical detachment as he sidesteps my question. I guess it wasn't a pleasant memory for him.

"Alright, pull me out in five minutes," I say, and he hands me a goggle-like device. He secures my wrists in place with straps and plugs a wire into my mechanical arm. The cold placement of stickers attached to wires placed on my neck and other forearm suddenly make it feel like the excitement I had is waning.

"Wait, what are you doing?" I ask with an uneasy feeling.

"It's just precautionary. The wires monitor your vitals, and the restraints are there to prevent you from harming yourself or others—things can get pretty intense in there," he reassures me.

"Oh, okay." I attempt to shift my mechanical arm but realize I can't move it. There's no sensation at all.

"It's fine, I deactivated it for now so you don't go swinging on me while in the memory. Remember, this is just a precaution," he says, raising his hands in a placating gesture. He lifts the goggles over my eyes and tightens the strap around my head. My heart feels like it's racing. Is this really the right move? So much has changed since I came to terms with my existence in this game, no- in this world, but the details remain hazy due to the accident that left me decommissioned last year.

"Just breathe slowly," Philip instructs as his voice fades, swallowed by a whirlwind of swirling blue and white lights—making it seem I was entering the Deepspace Tunnel itself.

The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the field of daturas, their black and reddish trumpet looking petals fill the air with a gentle but sickeningly sweet almond-like scent hanging heavy. Amidst this hallucinatory beauty, a small figure stands, her arm shielding her face as if to hide from the world. Her hair, an ethereal white, shines like moonlight glowing softly under the setting sun.

"Mommy!" The wind carries the anguished cries of the little girl, perhaps six years old clutches the hem of her dress desperately while a satchel rests on her shoulder. Her face, framed by a wild tangle of hair, is streaked with silent tears that glimmer as they cascade down her cheeks. Her small frame hunched, trembling from the force of her sobs.

I take a hesitant step towards the girl, reaching out to touch her shoulder, but my hand passes through her as if I were made of mist. Bewildered, I glance down at my own translucent hands.

"Tsk. How annoying," comes a voice from behind, pulling my attention. I turn to see a young boy reclined amidst the field of daturas, not far from the crying girl. He appears slightly older, perhaps eight or nine, with a thin ragged frame and whitish gray hair tinged with red at the roots. Dressed in a black tunic and a brown belt, he stands barefoot, a look of visible annoyance etched on his face as he approaches the little girl. His eyes are the color of rubies. Sylus?

"I'm not supposed to be here!" the little girl wails, her words tugging painfully at my heart.

"So you're lost," the boy replies, his tone resembling a statement more than a question prompting the girl's sobs to escalate even further.

"No! I'm not from here! I shouldn't be here!" the girl gasps, her words spilling out in a frantic rush." I should be at home with my phone, boyfriend, and my two cats! But when I woke up, I was in some strange place and when I went outside, this isn't where I'm from!" With that, she crumples to her knees.

"Aren't you a little young to have a boyfriend? Also what is a phone? Actually, never mind, so you were probably trafficked," the boy replies with eerie nonchalance yet he crouches beside her as he pats her back in an attempt to comfort her. Her sobs begin to turn into hiccups.

"Then why am I a child? It doesn't make sense," I interject, picking up a Datura, a flower that suddenly feels like a fragile tether to reality. In that instant, I've become the little girl—my perspective shifts and I find myself looking at my trembling hands through blurry tear-filled eyes. Curiously, I reach out to touch the boy's head where the red roots meet white hair and he flinches in pain.

"You—!"

"You're hurt!" I shout, panic rising in my throat as his grip tightens around my hand, his eyes gleaming with an unsettling red causing me to recoil.

"Don't touch me," he growls, shaking his hand as if to rid himself of my grasp. My heart races but I tighten my hold, refusing to let go. He pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration and lets out a heavy sigh.

"You must have a death wish being out here," he mutters just as a deafening roar reverberates through my entire being, sending me crashing to my knees. The sky, once aglow with warmth, is swiftly enveloped by darkness. I glance up to see massive mythical creatures soaring overhead—dragons, their silhouettes gliding across the sky.

"Stay still if you don't want them to see you," he instructs urgently, his voice barely audible above the thunderous roars that still echo in my ears despite my hands clamped tightly over them.

"This can't be your first time seeing fiends now?" the boy scoffs, observing my trembling form as I clutch my dress, heart racing faster than ever as the roars gradually fade into a haunting silence.

"It is! I'm not from here! Am I really in some fantasy novel or manhwa? This doesn't make any sense!" My voice trembles, tears blurring my vision as the weight of confusion and fear threatens to swallow me whole.

"Get up, let's go," the boy urges, his tone impatient yet oddly commanding, causing me to scramble to my feet. To my surprise, the white dress I'm wearing remains pristine, untouched by the dirt and grass around us. He pulls my hand and I follow him, descending the hill in a disorienting rush of movement. The sun begins its descent casting an orange hue across the landscape as stars gradually punctuate the deepening twilight. The wind dances playfully with my pure white hair. What was I doing before being here?

"Where is this place?" I ask, my voice a whisper as we approach what appears to be a collection of huts and buildings made from thatch and mud. Ahead there were buildings made of bricks appearing like castles.

"Welcome to the slums of Taurus City," he replies casually, hands resting behind his head as he strolls ahead. As we draw closer torches flicker to life along the path, their light casting eerie shadows while a putrid smell wafts through the air. It's so pungent it makes me causing me to instinctively cover my mouth and nose. I try suppressing the gagging feeling coming up my throat.

"What's your name?" he inquires suddenly and a choking hesitation grips me. My name. What is my name? Why can't I remember? Ultimately I shake my head, unable to voice a name that feels lost.

"You don't want to tell me? Fine," he snaps, a coldness creeping into his voice as he quickened his pace leaving me scrambling to keep up. Just as I begin to feel a twinge of abandonment, a hand suddenly clamps around my arm, lifting me off the ground with alarming force.

"What do we have here?" a man's voice sneers and a cry escapes my lips as pain radiates from my captured limb.

"What beautiful white hair you have," he says, leaning in closer, inspecting me like a prize to be won. "You'll certainly sell for a pretty coin." An ice-cold terror settles over me as his grip tightens around my chin, forcing me to meet his predatory gaze. Tears spill from my eyes as I thrash, desperately attempting to kick and break free from his hold but it's like fighting against an unforgiving grip of fate.

"Oh, you have a fighting spirit. I can't wait to break that," he spat darkly, and a wave of terror cascades down my spine as my heart raced frantically within my chest. With a sudden motion, he dropped me to the ground, pain shooting through my ankle and knees. Dazed, I barely registered his screams before silence enveloped me—the man who had held me moments ago now lay lifeless in a pool of crimson before fading into dust particles. What just happened?

The boy who had been leading me steps into view, his demeanor oddly calm and undisturbed by the sight of death before him. He knelt on the ground and presented his back to me, a blend of impatience and urgency in his voice.

"Hurry up and get on, or I'll leave you here," he threatened, a hint of edge in his tone. I winced as I pushed myself off the ground feeling the pain of my sprained ankle. I climbed onto his back and he lifted me effortlessly, tucking me securely against him. I could feel the warmth radiating from his back and a sudden sense of drowsiness felt like it was crashing over me.

Just as I was on the verge of succumbing to sleep, he rudely dropped me to the floor with a loud thud, jolting me awake. "Ow!" I yelped, rubbing the tears from my eyes as I surveyed my surroundings. The room was dimly lit, shadows dancing along the walls, with only a flickering hearth fire casting a warm glow. Hay lay piled in one corner, covered by a shabby blanket that I presumed served as a makeshift bed.

While the boy tended to the fire I dropped the satchel from my shoulder on the floor and stared at my hands. I squeezed them into a fist digging my nails into my hand hard as if I was trying to wake up.

Silence felt like it was swallowing me whole. Shadows danced across the walls, flickering in rhythm with my racing thoughts. Panic rose in my chest as I struggled to piece together the fragmented memories of how I had ended up in this strange world.

The lifeless body of the man and the chaos of the encounter weighed heavily on my chest. How did that guy even die?

I feel a blanket placed over my shoulders suddenly reminding me that I'm not the only one here.

"Thank you," I say quietly as the boy hands me a bowl of watery lumpy substance which I assume is soup? I anxiously glance around the room, old wooden beams crisscrossed the ceiling, draped with cobwebs, and the walls bore the marks of scratches of what appears to have been from an animal and patches of peeling mud.

"By the way, what's in that bag you were carrying?" The boy says and I turn, staring at the satchel on the floor. I grab it and when I open it there is a piece of paper and a dagger with a ruby like gem-encrusted hilt. The dagger feels heavy. I open the note and there is only one word on it written in a red script.

Survive.

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A/N: Y'all I have written this chapter three different times. Finally happy with the results as it leads into the next part. Can anyone guess what's coming? This is my first chapter without any cards directly attached to it so I'm a bit nervous about it. The next couple chapters will be pulling directly from cards and I have a good amount already written because as I mentioned before, I re-wrote this chapter THREE times. Luckily, not everything I wrote was lost. So we may be looking at another chapter as soon as next week! 

ALSO CAN WE BELIEVE CALEB'S NEW MYTH JUST DROPPED. I made two video edits before posting this, I'm sorry. lol. My socials are all the same by the way. I may start posting on X when I'm about to drop a new chapter since you don't necessarily have to be following me to see the post.

Anyways, I hope you all enjoy! Thank you for your patience. May the Love and Deepspace Tunnel be kind to out wallets for Caleb's Myth and Sylus' Bday banner RIGHT AFTER. Do you hear that? That's the sound of my wallets crying right now. 

[chaoslovesmisery]

Chapter 13. Awaiting and Continuous Symphony

**SPOILER ALERT; This Chapter contains content from Xavier Limited Myth released in 2024**

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"...Could the sudden particle event and increase in Wanderer attacks be the beginning of the apocalypse? Let's hear what the civilians have to say."

"I just quit my job, hahaha! Gotta have a blast before doomsday takes us!" 

I quickly change the channel on the radio.

"We at Biosun Pharmaceuticals have initiated an internal charity fund. We're committed to building seven aid stations to..." I flip the channel again.

"What? An apocalypse? Bring it on! I've lived long enough!" an elderly woman chimes in. I switch the channel once more.

"I'm not scared at all! Lumiere will save us! He'll swoosh in! Swoosh! And swoosh! And—" A little boy declares, but I wave my hand, cutting off the blaring broadcast and turning the radio off.

With a plop, I thud back into my chair, eyes fixed on my Hunter's watch. 11:57 PM. I'm still waiting for my temporary "partner," assigned by Jenna. During today's briefing, Jenna emphasized the need to prevent the Wanderers from attacking. The upcoming days promise to be a challenge for everyone, but at least I'm back on the night shift. I couldn't bear the idea of settling into the drudgery of daytime hours again.

I pull out my phone and check my messages, my eyes landing on one from Sylus that includes a picture. I zoom in, only to find a dark image showcasing the corners of his leather black sofa.

Find the kitten.

Found it. It's in between the gaps of the sofa cushions. I reply back and not even a second later he sends a emoji of a crow with a question mark. It seems Kieran and Luke have updated Sylus' emojis and Sylus has grown much more comfortable using them. I save the emoji just as another text from him arrives. 

You replied so quickly. I feel like youre messing with me. 

I feel like you're messing with me. There's no cat!

Its not in the pic, but its in the base.

Its a black car. got in by accident.

If you can't find it anywhere, then maybe it already left?

I closed my eyes. then I heard a cat meow.

Are you helping me or not?

If you find that hide-and-seek loving kitten, I can get some rest. 

It's not like you to rest so early, but fine. When I'm off work I'll stop by.

I close my messages as I hear the door creak and I stand up quickly in shock. His grayish blonde hair shines under the fluorescent lighting and he makes his way to me yawning.

"Hello, neighbor. Looks like I'll be your partner for this assignment." Xavier says, and my stomach drops. This can't be right. Why is he my partner when he's supposed to be the main character's companion?

"Don't you already have a partner, though? Why are you working the night shift right now?" I ask, taking a small step back. My watch beeps and I look down to see that I'm assigned to Group VII, receiving notifications about new access and requests for data.

"I wasn't assigned a partner initially, but since your return hasn't been fully cleared, it looks like I will be evaluating your ability to handle missions alone." He says, and I feel my palms start to sweat. His intense stare feels heavy, as if he's searching for something in my expression. I instinctively turn away, uncomfortable under his gaze.

"Let's go." I huff. We take the elevator down and the silence in the air is thick. It's dark out and the clouds and thunder seem louder through the glass elevator that allows us to see everything. When we reach the first floor and exit the association our watch starts to beep indicating a fluctuation nearby. Like light flashing in front of my eyes, he's gone. I sigh exasperated as I run towards cries of wanderers in the distance. I enter the Protofield and it's so dark I can only see in front of me thanks to the mechanics in my eye.

As I walk forward droplets of water begin to fall softly. I grasp my guns, inching closer to whatever lurks in the shadows. Just as I'm about to call out Xavier's name, I'm slammed against a tree.

"Ugh!" I scream, dropping to the ground. Without hesitation, I blast the wanderer in the chest, watching as it lets out a wail before dissipating into nothingness. A small thud reverberates as its Protocore drops to the ground. Slowly, I stand up, brushing dirt off myself, feeling annoyed by the abrupt encounter. I walk over to the Protocore that fell, and it's a light purple color, cheap-looking, almost synthetic.

"Wait—" Xavier says, and from the corner of my eye, I notice him with his hand raised. I crush the Protocore, and it shimmers as it falls to the ground.

"What?" I ask in a low voice, my anger seething through my teeth at being taken down so easily on my first day back in the field as a Hunter.

"Oh, um, are you okay?" he inquires, but his gaze is glued to the crushed Protocore, now scattered on the floor. I scoff in response.

"I'm just peachy." I say sarcastically and his eyes snap to mine as if he's stumbled onto a buried memory. He rushes toward me and I instinctively point my gun under his chin, trapping myself between his body and the tree as his arms cage me in. His gaze is piercing and his normally galaxy bluish eyes have darkened significantly.

"Who are you?" he demands with a low voice. I click off the safety. His face is way too close for comfort.

"I'm but a humble servant. Your highness." I say, teeth clenched defensively.

"You!" He seems to have finally recognize me but the loud roar of a Wander coming forward is larger than normal. I look down at my watch as it registers the type of Wanderer it is, Elysian Cervus. This agile creature can attack you with its horns. Great.

The Wanderer is almost glowing, its form reminiscent of a majestic oversized deer that appears almost luminescent. It surveys the terrain with gleaming almost intelligent eyes before charging toward me, the ground trembling beneath its weight. I barely manage to dodge out of the way, feeling the rush of wind as it passes. I shoot it, but the impact feels like I'm playing with a kiddy toy, hardly scratching the surface of its shimmering hide.

With a flash of radiant light illuminating the dim surroundings a sword materializes in Xavier's hand, glinting with energy, as he aims to slice through the creature's defenses.

'Can you keep up?" Xavier shouts. I respond with a rapid barrage of shots, trying to find a flaw in the Wanderer's defenses. If we're going to take this thing down, we need to unbalance it first.

"Xavier, resonate with me." I shout, urgency bubbling in my veins. He turns to look at me surprise etched across his face. Within that split second the Wanderer seizes the opportunity. It slams its hooves down ferociously sending jagged spikes erupting from the ground, sharp as daggers. Xavier and I narrowly evade the deadly barrage, adrenaline coursing through us.

I sheath my guns and reach for the blades hidden in the sides of my boots, feeling the cool metal morph into a comforting warmth against my skin. There's a warmth that spreads through my chest as I begin to resonate with Xavier and our movements start to synchronize. A silent agreement passes between us as we launch ourselves towards the wanderer. Each step feels like a dance of precision and purpose. We slash at the creature together, our blades glimmering as we cut it down in a flurry of motion.

The wanderer lets out a final defeated roar before dissipating into the night, leaving behind only an eerie silence. Xavier grabs the floating Protocore checking thoroughly before crushing it in his hand. The sound of shattering material echoes through the air as he disposes of the Protocore's remains.

"You—" he starts to say but his words are cut short by the approaching horde. Looks like it's going to be a long night. 

The amount of wanderers feel like it never stops. The rain is pouring heavily and at some point I was separated for Xavier though I don't mind too much. I prefer to fight alone. The Protofield has dispersed but the wanderers are still coming in from everywhere as if someone is releasing them on purpose or as if these Wanderers are immortal.

Every time I use my Evol it feels like I'm growing weaker. My vision blurs, my ears ring, my heart feels like its pounding uncontrollably. 

I stumble upon a small hidden shack nestled behind a tangle of bushes. With a swift kick, I manage to break the lock and slip inside slamming the door shut behind me. I take a few deep breaths but a searing pain shoots through my side, making me gasp. Pain flares like wild flames, scorching every part of my body. 

Suddenly, my watch beeps, snapping me back to the immediate reality. Jenna's voice crackles through the static, urgent and filled with concern.

"Mephisto, your vital signs are dropping. Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, Captain. How are things in Azure Square?" I ask, attempting to keep my tone steady but I can feel the fatigue creeping into my voice.

"There are numerous Metaflux explosions occurring, especially concentrated in Azure Square. Wherever you are, retreat for now. You can't keep fighting like this." Her tone firm. I can't help but sigh feeling the weight of her words.

"Got it. Stay safe," I respond, trying to lower my voice even though my heart is pounding like a drum echoing in my ears. I turn off my watch severing our connection and I feel momentarily isolated and alone. 

As I lead against the wall for a moment to catch my breath when hear a loud pop, like the sound of a mechanical lock disengaging. I turn to see a hidden door that almost blends seamlessly into the wall, as if it's been designed to remain hidden. I push the door open and find myself in a small dimly lit room.

The room is cramped but I notice a small ornate cabinet on the left and the twin bed on the right. I also catch a glimpse of myself in a small mirror affixed to the wall next to what appear to be three hand guns. My reflection stares back gaunt and weary with dark circles under my eyes. It's hard to know how much time has passed since I've been fighting wanderers.  

I can hear the faint thud of movements outside, mixed with the relentless rhythm of the rain pounding against the roof. I can feel that something is coming. I hobble over towards the door, my back against the wall preparing myself for whatever might come through that door. My mind races as I consider my options—time is running out, and staying hidden won't guarantee my safety for long. 

I pull out my gun, adrenaline coursing through my veins and hide behind the door, my breath held in anticipation. Just as the door creaks open I press the barrel of my weapon against the temple of the intruder.

"You welcome this house's owner by pointing a gun at his head? Okay then," a familiar voice says.

"Sylus!" I exclaim, relief flooding through me but before I can say more he covers my lips with his long slender finger.

"Shh, they might still be listening in. Keep it down." His voice is a hushed whisper, sending an involuntary shiver down my back as he speaks so close to me.

"What are you doing here? How did you know I was here?" I ask, lowering my voice as I sense the gravity of our situation.

"Look up. To your right. See that black spot? It's a surveillance camera." He gestures subtly and I see the dim outline nestled in the shadows. Parts of my eye must have been damaged as well, I don't know how I missed that.

"The system notified me as soon as the door lock was broken," he explains and I slowly sheath my gun on in my holster, my legs feeling like jelly. Just as I'm about to topple over Sylus catches me, lowering himself gently to the floor beside me.

"Does it hurt?" he asks, his voice softening as he touches my face gently.

"I'm fine," I reply hastily, pushing his hand away but blushing at the sudden intimacy. He's too close, yet I don't want him to pull away.

"You're still acting tough, huh?" Sylus says, his tone a mix of amusement and concern. He pulls away slightly.

"Sit. On the bed," he orders, his brow furrowing slightly in that way it does when he's trying to take charge. Obediently, I stand and walk towards the bed sitting down on the edge as if sensing the impending examination.

"Now is not the time for you to be a big girl," he says, a teasing smile flickering across his lips. He opens the cabinet with his Evol and retrieves medical supplies with ease as he glances me over.

"Well unless you have arms on your back to treat your injury. Turn around. Take off your jacket." He says and I take it off slowly not realizing I was more beat up then I thought. The back injury must have occurred from when the first wanderer I ran into rammed me into a tree. I thankfully had worn a black tank and it doesn't seem like Sylus was aware of my injury on my side just yet. I turn around and feel my back start to burn.

"It's medicine. hold on" He says and I can't help but hiss in pain.

"Quiet." He whispers and I can hear voices outside.

"I know it hurts. But if I have to keep my hand over your mouth, I won't be able to treat your wound." He says in my ear. Tears start to stream down my face as he presses the cotton ball against my torn skin and I wince.

"If you really can't bear it...I have some canned meat. The slices should be thick enough for you to sink your teeth into." He says and I turn my head towards him as he grins.

"It was just a suggestion. You don't need to look at me like that." He says as I glare at him.

"Isn't it better than being spotted because you're too loud?" He says but his smile slowly fades as the voices outside get louder. I look down at the supplies on the bad and grab the gauze.

"Do you want to bite down on the gauze pad? That works too." He says as I take it in my mouth.

"Bear with me a moment." He says brushing my hair behind my ear, his fingers trail down my neck lightly.

"Okay, let's continue," he says, his warmth gone from my skin and replaced by the burning sensation as he continues to treat my wound.

"I'm almost done. One last—" The front door bursts open, cutting him off mid-sentence.

"Where did he go?" A male voice says in the other room.

"Damnit, we don't have much time. That monster is taking care of all the wanderers that were released. He's not going to be happy things aren't going to plan." another gruff voice says.

"Where's your weapon?" Sylus whispers, his lips brushing against my ear. I go to reach for it but his left arm I didn't notice had wrapped around my waist preventing me from bending forward.

"It's on your right leg? Don't move. Your wound will open up. I'll get it." His voice is steady, assuring. With deft fingers, he retrieves my gun from its holster and places it on my lap, accompanied by a spare magazine.

"Load the gun for me," he instructs, his tone urgent yet calm. I take a deep breath, attempting to steady my shaking hands as I fumble with the magazine. When I finally manage to load it, he takes the weapon and quietly creaks open the cracked door. In a flash, he takes down the two men lurking outside the door, but the noise alerts others nearby.

As more men enter inside I resonate with him, our abilities amplifying the impact of each shot, stretching our limited ammunition further than it ever could have gone.

"We make a good team," he says with a hint of pride, he finally removes his arm from my waist.

"Give me your hand." He pulls me up and I instinctively reach for the gun in his other hand but he pulls it away teasingly.

"Do you want to do it yourself? But I have your gun," he says, a smile breaking through the tension and I shake my head in exasperation.

"Just take it," I insist sensing the urgency in the air as more voices draw closer. He kneels on the floor, positioning himself with his back turned to me.

"Get on. There's no place for you to take cover. Just don't let go if you want to stay out of the crossfire." His voice is firm, yet laced with an underlying kindness. 

"But—" I start to protest but he cuts me off.  

"I'd rather not bandage more wounds in the next few minutes." His voice is firm, yet laced with an underlying kindness. I slide my arms around his neck as he lifts me up, my heart racing. My legs instinctively wrap around his waist, and his arm secures itself around one of my legs, holding me close. 

I hide my face behind his broad shoulders feeling his warmth radiate against the chill outside. My eyelids grow heavy—I can feel the weight of blood loss dragging me down, the world around me hazy and distant. The sounds of gunfire begin to fade turning into a dull ringing in my ears. The rain feels like a heavy blanket almost as if a desperate attempt to cool my aching body...

""Sylus, I have a question," I manage to say, realization dawning that Sylus has shifted me into his arms bridal style without me noticing. When did he switch positions?

"Go ahead," he replies, his eyes locking onto mine.

"I'm tired. Do you mind if I close my eyes for a bit?" I ask, fatigue seeping into my voice.

"If I say I do, will you stay awake?" He questions back, his expression looks pained. The rain is still falling and I can't tell if it's tears or water streaming down his face. With a weak left hand, I reach up to wipe the relentless flow from his face, trailing my fingers along his cheek. It's just rain, right?

"A wounded person might never wake up again if they fall asleep." He says barely audible.

"Are my injuries that serious?" I ask but he doesn't respond. He must have found the wound on my side.

"Why are you so worried? I just want to res for a bit, I won't die." I say but my head starts to ache as I repeat words I feel I've heard before. Music fills the room before the sound of bells ring.

"In your current state, you might not wake up at all," I can't tell if it's him or me speaking.

"That song you played... It'd be nice if I could hear it again." The voice is pained, like my splitting headache.

The piercing sound of electricity stabs my ears. A numbing pain flashes trough my hand. Chaos consumes me. 

*** A/N: Play the song Does God Cry? By Nessa Barret now to be immersed the way I was when writing this ***

"Stop...I want to sleep some more..." I groan before startling awake my eyes flying open. Intricate, old decorations, prayer candles, and murals greet me.

"Did you sleep well? Then again, I probably know the answer." Sylus remarks, a hint of emotion threading through his voice—an emotion I can't quite place.

The moonlight streams in through the window, casting silvery rays that outline Sylus' figure. His silhouette in front of a mural is bathed in a golden glow. I rub my eyes and sit up, noticing that a blazer has been draped over me. The wound on my side has been bandaged as well.

"Ah... thank you." I say looking down. I can't even count the number of times he's saved me.

"Formalities? That's not necessarily coming from you." he says with a hint of a smile in his voice. Quietly, I look around before my gaze lands on the pipe organ in the center of the church.

"By the way... Were you playing a song? I like it... Makes me feel nostalgic for some reason." I say wrapping his blazer on my shoulders as I slowly rise to my feet.

"... Was I? I wasn't playing anything" He says but his face wears a cold expression. Then it must be a coincidence. Suddenly, Sylus walks over to the pipe organ. He plays the melody born from my fingertips in that dream. He doesn't make a single mistake.

"Was it this song?" he asks, his fingers gliding effortlessly across the keys, and I feel it—a faint tug at the fabric of my mind, a memory just out of reach.

"...You heard it before? Ah, was it something she played in our past life?" I inquire, forcing down the bitterness that threatens to spill from my tongue. He couldn't possibly forget her. Sylus remains silent, his gaze fixed on the organ keys, and for a fleeting moment, I could have sworn I saw a frown flicker across his face. I might be imagining things, but his shadow merges with my fragmented dream.

"You appeared in my dream again," I whisper, leaning against his shoulder as the melody fills the space between us.  The music swirls around us binding a shared past and present in an enchanting embrace, as if the notes themselves are urging me to remember something important.

"What was it about?" He asks, but my mind feels muddles trying to recall it. Every time I try my head starts to hurt. Sylus plays a few more notes. Standing next to him, I play the rest of the song with ease. Wait. Why do I know every note? It's as if I've played this song countless times...

"Hmph, you actually remembered it," he observes, the hint of surprise evident in his tone.

"I'm not sure how the song goes after this," I admit, my hands faltering as the last notes linger in the air. A moment of silence stretches between us before Sylus finally responds.

"There is no after," he states, and a subtle hint of sadness creeps into his voice.

"No after? Why?" I ask, my gaze lifting to meet his.

"Because..." He trails off, his eyes searching for something just beyond reach.

"You didn't want to keep playing. The song would just end." He concludes turning away from me. I reach out, grasping his arm, and he freezes but doesn't pull away.

"Sylus, what exactly happened between us? Tell me. It feels like I'm missing something important." I plead with urgency. He's not telling me something. 

""What if I keep you in the dark for now?" he replies, leaving me momentarily speechless.

"It's important. Otherwise, I will never feel at ease." His attention shifts back to m, and with a faint teasing smile, Sylus meets my eyes. His red irises seeming to glow with a shimmer of something deeper.

"Oh? Your words are music to my ears," he says, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear with careful tenderness. He brushes my cheek with his thumb.

"Sincere feelings are hard to forget," he adds, his voice dropping slightly.

"Sylus..." I trail off, surprised by the patience he exhibits regarding my incessant questions. Yet, despite his kindness, he still evades the answers I seek. He takes the blazer draped over my shoulders, opening it with a deliberate grace. I slip one arm in at a time until I'm fully encased in it. As he fastens the top button, he turns to look out the window, his expression growing somber.

"The sun is coming up soon, which means it's the start of a brand new day," he remarks, bitterness seeping through his tone as if the dawn brings a new burden rather than a blessing.

"Come on. I'll take you home," he offers, extending his hand toward me.

"Home..." I repeat, uncertainty washing over me as I hesitate to grasp his hand wondering if I truly possess such a place.

"If you want to return to Onychinus, just say," he urges and I reach for his hand with a newfound confidence, the warmth radiating from his touch grounding me. He opens the door and we take a step outside. 

The dark clouds had gradually dispersed, and the heavy rain had a gentle drizzle until it ceased completely revealing the setting moon. Breathtaking evening clouds replace them and as dawn approaches the sky is accompanied by millions of glittering lights creating a spectacular meteor shower. Long streaks reminiscent of contrails are etched across the sky. It seems that the intense particle event has gradually weakened

The doomsday panic, which overtook the city like an inflating balloon, shattered as if pierced by a pin. As sunlight once again climbs the treetops I can feel the linkage tug at my pinky and I can see the faint red glow connecting to his. I bite my lip trying to not let my smile show from how much the sight comforts me but there is a sense of foreboding in the air, as if this was truly the calm before the storm. 

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A/N:

Chapter heavily based off/follows of Xavier's Limited Myths: Fading Night, Daily Text Message, Secret Times: Awaiting, and Tender Moments: Continuous Symphony

Read/Played in order:

1. Text Message: Find the Kitty [Daily]; select in order from top to bottom choice 1, choice 3, and choice 3.

2.  Xavier: Shimmering Moonlight Myth- Fading Night: Chapter 1, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, and Chapter 7

3. Secret Times: Awaiting

4. Tender Moments: Continuous Symphony

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A/N pt 2:

Hello! I hope we enjoyed this chapter! I'm really excited (and exhausted) including information from the ONLY LIMITED MYTH I DID NOT COLLECT and regret not collecting TT^TT Anyways what did we think of including information about other cards not directly related to Sylus? Is it alright? We also finally got our first Secret Times card in here! 

What did we think about the song rec? Do you listen to music when reading, is it too distracting, or do you want music without words?

I'm ready to start picking up the pace to catch up a bit to the current storyline. Speaking of which Caleb with his bionic arm has low keyed INSPIRED me. But I have to say I claimed it first, if y'all go back to a few chapters ago Mephisto already had mechanical/bionic mechanics in her arm/eye. So I claim it first! But this does open the gateway a LOT easier to following the story in a modified way. *hint, hint*

Alright, I will try to upload again soon! Thank you for supporting my fic as always! 

[chaoslovesmisery]

Chapter 12. Melodic Wave

Previously

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"What about you?" I pout slightly.

"I'm very expensive," he says with a grin, then an idea pops into my head.

"Don't worry, this big, bad boss won't be a cheapskate," I say with a smirk, sliding my hand into his front pocket where I know his wallet is tucked away. I pull out his sleek black card and hand it to the woman.

"We'll take these two out the door," I declare, and she accepts it with both hands bowing politely before disappearing momentarily.

"All right, whatever you say..." he chuckles, leaning down and gently nudging the sunglasses back up my nose.

"Boss," he says with a playful seriousness and I can't help but smile. This truly felt like a nice break after everything that happened. Like a calm before the storm. I better enjoy this while I can, who knows what will happen next.

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"You've got to be kidding me," I mutter, staring incredulously at the address clutched in my hands. As fate would have it, I'm now residing conveniently on the seventh floor of the very same building where the Heroine and Xavier live. My grip tightens around the large box nestled in my arms, a wave of frustration rising in my chest as my brow furrows into a deep scowl.

The doorman greets me with a warm, welcoming smile, and despite the turmoil inside, I manage to muster a polite smile in return.

"Good afternoon, young Miss," he says cheerfully, and I tilt my head slightly in a gesture of acknowledgement.

"Good afternoon, Sir," I reply, stepping further inside the building and making my way to the check-in desk.

"Hello, I'm the new tenant moving into 702," I say, carefully placing my box on the floor with a soft thud.

"Ah yes, Miss Mephisto Hundun," he replies, and I can't help but flinch, my eyes darting around in search of any sign that the Heroine might be nearby. He slides a piece of paper towards me on the desk, and I sign it, feeling the weight of anticipation settle in my stomach. He hands me the keys, and I murmur a quick thank you, practically sprinting towards the elevator. Just as the doors are about to seal shut, a hand suddenly halts them.

"Ah, sorry! Just a moment," a voice calls out, and I catch a glimpse of familiar silvery blonde hair. My heart sinks as I see a girl enter, her arms laden with what looks like an assortment of snacks.

"Thank you for holding the elevator for me, Xavier," the Heroine's voice rings out melodiously as she steps in. I instinctively raise the box to obscure more of my face since I have a pretty good idea of who just came in with him.

"Miss, do you need assistance?" she inquires, her gaze landing on me. In that instant, Xavier's eyes meet mine, and I quickly avert my gaze, my mind racing with a desperate wish for him not to recognize me.

"No, I'm okay, thank you," I reply meekly, my voice barely above a whisper. The elevator glides to the second floor and they both step out. I sigh in relief quietly and rapidly tap the close door button multiple times, but then, like a scene from a bad movie, a hand thrusts into the gap, keeping the doors from closing.

"Allow me to assist you," Xavier says with a smile, reaching for the box in my arms. In an instant, he pulls it away, leaving me exposed. The doors finally close, trapping us alone inside the metal compartment.

"No really, I'm okay," I insist, reaching for the box in a futile attempt to reclaim it, but Xavier simply lifts it out of my grasp. This petty basta-

"No, I insist, please," he replies. Before I can voice another protest, the elevator comes to a halt on the seventh floor.

"Ah, fucking great," I mutter under my breath, steel-cold dread pooling in my stomach. I walk down the hall, stopping in front of my door and fumbling with the keys. As I unlock it, I extend my arms, silently signaling for him to return the box. He glances from the door to me, studying my face with an intensity that makes me uncomfortable.

"It appears we're neighbors, I live directly below you," he says, finally placing the box back in my arms leaving me momentarily speechless.

"I'm Xavier, and you are?" he asks, curiosity flickering in his eyes. In response, I force a radiant smile, though it feels more like a mask than anything genuine.

"None of your business. Thank you for your help I didn't ask for," I snap, turning on my heel and hurriedly retreating into my apartment. I lock the door behind me with a sense of urgency, sliding the chain into place as an extra layer of security, well aware that he could probably hear my every move.

I take a moment, holding my breath, listening intently for his footsteps as they gradually fade away from my door. Just when I finally start to feel safe, my ringtone suddenly pierces the silence, screeching like a murder of crows. The sound startles me so much that I nearly drop the box I'm holding.

"Fuck!" I exclaim, quickly setting the box down as I fumble for my phone.

"Hello, little dove," a smooth, deep voice fills my ear, sending an involuntary shiver down my spine.

"Boss," I reply, biting my lip, the weight of his authority heavy in my chest. It's only been a few hours since I had told him I was stepping away from the N109 for a little while.

"So formal," he notes with a dry chuckle, as if the gravity of the situation is merely an amusing triviality.

"Well, I figured it wise to know my place," I retort, swallowing hard. "After all, we could have a new mistress of the N109 Zone." The words slip out, but the pain behind them threatens to overwhelm me, and I bite back the tears that threaten to escape.

"Who told you that you don't know your place? They and I need to have a private conversation about why they think they can assert that your place isn't by my side, or that there's somehow a new mistress of the N109 Zone," he replies, his voice turning cold. A chill runs through me at the intensity of his words. What's he going to do? Eliminate anyone discussing the sightings of the Heroine and Sylus cozying up in the N109 Zone?

"I'll be at risk of losing my Hunter's License at this rate. I've been on a sabbatical long enough. Besides, you wanted me to get more training in handling Wanderers, right? Plus I know Luke and Kieran do great at looking up intel but we're at a dead end right now trying to locate the next Aether Core, the Association is the easiest way," I say, opening the box and wrapping my fingers around the plush dinosaur, its soft form offering a small measure of comfort.

"The Hunter's Association positioned me in a convenient location to observe her as well. I'll be working nights, so I'll be able to maintain a low profile," I add, settling onto the floor, my back against the wall for support.

"You don't need to keep an eye on her. In fact..." He trails off for a moment, the air thickening with unspoken words. "I'd prefer if you were more cautious around her," he finishes. As if he needs to remind me. I'm already wary of her presence, feeling the tension simmering underneath the surface.

"No need to worry about that," I muttered, the words barely escaping my lips. He fell silent for a moment, the quiet between us thickening into something unsettling.

"Look, I still have unpacking to do and I need to stop by the Association later..." I trail off, the weight of my unfinished business hanging in the air.

"Alright, little dove. Just remember, you best not get hurt, or I may have to kill everyone in the Association," he says, his tone flippant as if he were discussing the weather.

"S-Stop being so dramatic," I stammer, a nervous laugh escaping me. This man is unhinged.

"Then you better do a good job of not getting hurt," he replies matter-of-factly before disconnecting the line, leaving me staring at my phone in stunned silence.

My eyes widen as I glance at the clock. It's half past 3 PM, and I'm already running late. I quickly change into a black turtleneck and jeans before grabbing my white jacket from the box. I pause, weighing my options: should I take the elevator or attempt to exit through the balcony? Unfortunately, it's still too bright outside for a daring leap, so I settle for the next best thing—the stairs.

I prop the door open just wide enough for me to slip through, then allow myself to morph into my crow form. I know I really shouldn't do this right now, especially since Philip cautioned me that morphing has been putting a strain on my body. Still, he assured me that as long as I didn't stay in that form for longer than 10 minutes, I should be fine.

With a rush of adrenaline, I burst out into the stairwell and flew toward the Hunter's Association. Leave it to me to almost be late on my first day back after nearly a year away. Luckily, I found a secluded alley not far from the Association. With just under 10 minutes to spare I transformed back into my human form and cut my hair with a blade I had hit in my boot and feathers fell to the floor gently. I smooth down my clothes as I take a deep breath, steeling myself for what lies ahead.

"Hello, Hunter Hundun. Long time no see," a voice calls from behind me, making me jump.

"Hello, Miss Jenna. It's been a while," I reply, managing a smile as I hold the door open for her. She nods in appreciation before stepping inside.

"Walk with me," she commands, and we head toward the elevator together.

"How's your health these days?" she asks, her expression a mix of concern and professional curiosity.

"Better than before. The headaches hardly occur anymore," I respond as we wait for the next elevator.

"Well, it's been a while since you were in combat training, and we've only recently received your medical clearance. The doctor advised that you have a partner while on the field to ensure you're 100% fit," she explains, and my eyes widen in shock. Damnit Dr. Zayne! Why are you so thorough?

"But—" I start to protest, but she cuts me off.

"Doctor's orders, kid," she states firmly as we step into the elevator that has just arrived.

"Your partner has been assigned, and you'll meet them tomorrow night for your shift. For today, you've got a pile of E-Learning modules to get through before I can hand back your Hunter's Watch and weapon." She says this with a tone that makes it clear I'd best not argue. I do my best to suppress a sigh. A ding announces that we've reached our floor and she faces me.

"It's good to have you back, Hunter Hundun. Your health is very important to us, so please let me know if you're not feeling well—or your partner will. You can go see Nero for further instructions." She departs with a chilling smile that sends a shiver down my spine. Ah, shit. She's still angry about what happened last year—me almost dying.

"Thank you, Miss Jenna, for your concern," I reply, forcing politeness into my tone as I head in the direction opposite hers, toward Data Analysis.

"How have you been, Nero?" I ask, dropping into the chair next to him, spinning slightly. He jumps, clearly startled by my sudden intrusion into his two-meter personal space.

"Ah, it's been some time since I last saw you," he observes, adjusting his glasses with a light push.

"Yup. I hear you have some tasks for me?" I ask, eager to sidestep any discussion about my unwelcome sabbatical.

"Yes, along with your E-Learnings, you have a combat training simulation. I'll be analyzing your data to confirm you're fit for field duty. I have a new training simulation and some weapons that I'm excited for you to test out. They're designed to simulate the same level of difficulty as the Wanderers that only Lumiere could defeat," he says with enthusiasm. My frown deepens—still haunted by the earlier encounter with Xavier.

"Nero, do you want to see me every day because I can't defeat the unbelievably difficult Wanderers you set up?" I lean back in my chair, trying to add some levity to the situation. He pauses, clearly weighing his options before letting out a resigned sigh.

"If it were Xavier, I'm sure he could handle it," he responds bitterly, fingers clacking away at his keyboard—likely adjusting the difficulty level to something a little more manageable for me.

"What are the new weapons you have?" I ask, attempting to uplift his mood and pivot the conversation. He stands up suddenly perking up and he turns to me with a gleam in his eyes.

"Come! You can have the first pick!" he says excitedly, like a kid on Christmas. I can't help but chuckle at his change of attitude.

"Meph! You're back!" a bubbly voice calls out. Nero's ears slightly redden as he doesn't turn to face the voice.

"Hello, Tara, that Hunter's uniform looks nice on you!" I say, smiling as she jumps into my arms, giving me a hug. I was her tutor when she was studying for her Hunter's Exam, so it's been a while since I last saw her.

"Hello, Miss Hundun," Lois and Alex, my juniors, crowd around me.

"Gross, skip the formalities; call me Meph," I say, groaning. They all smile and quickly adjust.

"Since it's your first day back, this calls for a welcome-back outing! Nero, would you like to join us?" Tara says to Nero, who is carefully trying to escape out of the room.

"Um, not tonight. There is a new episode of Super Hunters that I'm trying to watch," he says just loud enough for me and Tara to hear. Tara frowns, and I put my arm around her shoulder.

"An outing does sound like it would be good for you lot, here's the company card. There is a nice resort not too far from here that I think you all would like. Please have a good time tonight." Jenna says from the entrance of the door and the group of young Hunter's shout in glee.

"Thank you Miss Jenna." I say accepting the black card she hands me.

"Have a goodnight everyone, I'm done for the day." She says and we express our goodbyes.

"Alright everyone, I'm off at 12 AM today only. Let's meet at the entrance of the building at 12:30AM." I state drawing Tara's attention away from Nero.

"Ohh I heard that the resort offers a buffet and karaoke!" Tara says with excitement. In the corner of my eye, I see him sigh in relief and bow to me in thanks before running away.

"Sounds great! I'll see you all in a few hours then; make sure to get all your paperwork done before then." They all groan, and I let out a loud laugh. Maybe it's not too bad being back at the Hunter's Association.

A few hours later...

My colleagues and I wander through the resort's buffet, overwhelmed by the variety of food they offer.

"l see our team is really loaded... We can afford to go to a fancy resort." Tara says, whistling in delight.

"Are the fruits that good? You've only been eating those." Lois says noticing my primary herbivore preference.

"Yup. Also, watermelons keep your throat moist. It's perfect for karaoke. I've been practicing this one song for a while in my head now. I'm ready to give it my best shot out loud.

"How convenient. I have yet to hear you sing." a deep, warm familiar voice says behind me. Surprised, I turn around. Sylus stands behind me, wearing formal wear.

"Sy-Skye, what are you doing here?" I stutter changing his name.

"A hotel is part of the hospitality industry. But why would hunters be here? Don't tell me Wanderers are lurking around the corner." He teases with a playful glint in his eyes. He's about to touch my cheek but pulls back at the last moment stopping himself.

"We're here for a team outing... We're not on a mission." I reply, unable to hold his gaze.

"So it's like a party for kindergarteners?" He scoffs, amusement dancing in his expression while crossing his arms.

"It's for teambuilding! To improve our synergy and teamwork." I reply defensively.

"So like how you and the twins go out for drinks without me?" He leans down whispering in my ear. My colleagues watch Sylus and I interact. I can see it in their eyes glinting with curiosity and barely containing excitement for some juicy gossip.

"Meph, who's this?" Tara inquires, arching a brow and sporting a sly smirk.

"Uh, he's... a friend of mine." I say, turning to face him. I wink unconvincingly several times at Sylus, who merely chuckles in response.

"We're besties," he announces, draping his arm around my shoulder. Heat rushes to my cheeks, and I can feel a blush creeping onto my face.

"You must be so busy, Mr. Skye. I won't keep you any longer. Bye!" I say, gently removing his arm from my shoulders and nudging him toward the door.

"Oh, if you're her friend, why don't you join us? The more, the merrier!" Lois chimes in, her smirk suggesting she's thoroughly enjoying this little game.

"Wait! We're all hunters, and his job is completely different from ours. We probably won't have much to talk about..." I trail off, turning to Sylus, silently pleading with my eyes for him to make a graceful exit.

"Guess what, everyone? Meph's friend will be joining us!" Lois proclaims, clapping her hands and drawing all eyes to us.

"Guys..." I pinch the bridge of my nose, bracing myself against the impending headache that's already looming.

"I'll politely accept your invitation." Sylus replies, a gentle smile playing on his lips as he looks at me, clearly unfazed by the chaos. As soon as we enter the private room we reserved, my colleagues surround both Sylus and me, curiosity buzzing in the air like electrifying energy.

"What do you do for a living, Skye?" Lois inquires, leaning forward with genuine interest.

"I run a small business. Meph should know all about it," he replies, glancing at me with a smirk.

"Oh, he's so humble..." I stifle a scoff.

"A hunter and a businessman... You come from entirely different worlds. How did you two meet?" Alex asks cautiously, studying me intently from across the room. Unease creeps up my spine.

"Miss Hunter here found herself in a bit of trouble when we first crossed paths. She was close to my house at the time," Sylus recounts, a playful glint in his eye.

"...So I should be feeling grateful toward you?" I say, a smirk forming on my lips. I can't quite discern whether he's alluding to our initial encounter or last year, when I collapsed on the job.

"I was honored to help you," he replies, his smile warm and genuine as he turns to me. I can feel a warmth creep up on my cheeks as I turn away scowling at butterflies running rampant in my stomach..

"You look familiar for some reason, Skye..." Tara says, her head slightly tilted, a sure sign that she's deep in thought. My heart begins to race. Shit, does she recognize him? As soon as Tara makes that comment, everyone's curious gazes fall on Sylus.

"A lot of people say my face is pretty forgettable. They easily mistake me for someone else," Sylus remarks, his tone light but with an underlying edge. Not wanting them to figure out Sylus' identity, I quickly grasp his hand and drag him to the far corner of the room.

"Do you also like to play pool?" Sylus asks as we stop in front of a pool table. He leans against the table, effortlessly picking up a cue stick.

"I'm just trying to get you away from those prying eyes. Aren't you afraid you'll be recognized?" I respond, glancing over my shoulder at our colleagues still buzzing with intrigue.

"Shouldn't your hunter friends be the ones who are afraid?" he laughs, a dark flicker in his eyes as he chalks his cue stick and lines up a shot.

"If they attack you all at once, you won't be able to deal with them!" I whisper urgently.

"Are you worried about me? Or are you worried about being dragged into a potential mess?" He shifts his gaze avoiding eye contact and I can't help but feel a pang of frustration mixed with something more.

"...We're in the same boat. If something happens to you, I'll also be affected," I admit, running a hand through my hair in exasperation.

"Heh. If your colleagues recognize me, whose side will you be on?" he challenges, his gaze piercing into mine.

"Obviously, yours," I mumble the words almost escaping me in a rush, it wasn't even a thought for me.

"What was that?" he asks with a sly smile, and I let out a heavy sigh.

"I'm just a poor hunter you 'helped' on a whim. I'll pretend to be a confused bystander," I declare, refusing to repeat myself. To hide my nervousness, I pick up a watermelon slice from the fruit platter and take a huge bite out of it.

"At this rate, you'll eat all the watermelons they have," he remarks, eyes twinkling with amusement.

"It's because they taste better here compared to everywhere else," I retorted. I take another bite, the sweet juicy flavor bursting in my mouth.

"I'm glad you like them. I'll make sure our procurement department purchases more fruit from this supplier starting tomorrow," he says casually and I freeze my mind racing.

"W-what is that supposed to mean? You... You own this resort?" I stammer, recalling any unusual "business" ventures I was aware he had. This place hadn't registered on my radar.

"It's just a small business I happen to own," he replies nonchalantly, a playful grin forming on his face. As he bends down and effortlessly sinks the last ball into the pocket, it's the start of a new round. Sylus clears the table in one shot, again attracting everyone's attention in no time. I can't shake the feeling that tonight is about to get even more complicated.

"Whoa, are you a professional, Skye? No wonder I feel like I've seen you before. Should we take a picture together?" Alex says making his way towards us, I grimace at the thought of them taking a photo together and it being passed around the Association.

"Alex, you're drunk. He just runs a fruit stall." I say walking towards him and I grab the platter of watermelon. The vibrant colors of the fruit seem almost mocking now, as the situation unfolds.

"Aren't these fruits delicious? They're all from him." I say stuffing a watermelon is Alex's mouth. The sound of Alex's satisfied burp echoes through the air, making everyone around us chuckle.

Sylus narrows his eyes at the sight, a hint of a smile still playing on his lips as his arms snakes around my hips pulling me in close away from my colleagues. My back is suddenly pressed against Sylus' chest and he looks down at me without saying anything. The tension in the air is palpable and I feel my skin prickle with awareness. Sylus narrows his eyes and flashes a half-grin my way. I quickly avert my gaze.

"His business must be impressive if he's partnered with such a fancy resort. Can we order from him next time we need an afternoon snack for our team?" Lois asks as everyone seems to be coming closer. I feel a wave of panic wash over me as the lie I spoke starts to unravel. Ugh, how did I end up attracting even more attention with my white lie?!

"A white lie easily snowballs into a thousand bigger ones, by the way." He whispers in my ear as if reading my mind. His warm breath sends shivers down my spine.

"...And whose fault is that? I can't do anything to change the situation now." I whisper back.

"I'm but a forgettable, humble fruit vendor. Other people are just captivated by my easygoing attitude." He says with a hint of amusement, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he grins. Gritting my teeth and clenching my fists, I hold myself back from snapping at Sylus' infuriating smirk.

"Do you two need a room with all this whispering?" Tara says with a suspicious glint in her eye, a smile playing on her lips. I take a step out of Sylus' arms, the sudden distance between us making me feel a little breathless.

"No, it's not like that," I say a little too loudly, my face growing hot as the crowd begins to murmur in interest. Awkwardness fills the air, and some sympathetic gazes are cast in Sylus' direction, making my cheeks flame even hotter.

"Skye, you're a local, right? Where do you live?" Lois asks, trying to break the awkward silence that has descended over us.

"Yeah, my house isn't far from here. But the commute isn't convenient." He says, his eyes drifting to mine for a moment, and I can't help but smile thinking of the image of him driving the speed limit in Linkon City. That speed demon.

"Do you have other hobbies besides playing pool?" Alex asks after finishing the watermelon I had stuffed in his mouth earlier.

"I like collecting little knick-knacks. You know, the kind that make a lot of noise." Sylus glances at me with another smirk and I close my eyes pinching the bridge of my nose fighting my raging headache now.

My colleagues bombard Sylus with questions, and he responds with enigmatic answers that are very close to revealing his true identity. Anxious, I can only watch as I think of a way to shut him up.

"Ahem... Skye's a great singer. He should sing the next song." I say clapping my hands. I quickly stand up, pull Sylus toward me, and thrust a microphone into his hand. The corners of his mouth curl up, revealing a mysterious smile.

"A strategic yet unexpected diversion." Sylus says, chuckling.

"This one's a romantic duet... Oooh, I get it." Lois says seeing the screen song listed. My colleagues begin to hoot and cheer. Tara even gives me a thumbs-up. I look up and see the song is Die With a Smile by Bruno Mars and Lady Gaga. I shake my head in shock of the reminder that the world I am in is in a game because how the heck is that song even here.

"This isn't right. Let's move onto the one after..." I say reaching for the remote to change the song.

"No, you two should perform it! It's your destiny!" Tara exclaims, her voice ringing with excitement, completely oblivious to the storm brewing in my mind.

"...But Skye doesn't know this song. Right?" I say turning to him. There's no way. Sylus studies the song title on the screen with faux interest and for a brief second, I almost feel guilty for dragging him into this

"It's a classic. Of course I've heard it before," he says nonchalantly, and my jaw drops. A classic? Bruno Mars and Lady Gaga? Since when have they ascended to the realm of 'classics'? I'm rendered speechless. I don't even know how to respond.

"You look like you'd rather be dead. An innocent bystander would've thought you were heading into battle," Sylus whispers in my ear stepping further toward the makeshift stage at the front, the microphone twinkling in his grasp like a weapon gleaming under the bright lights.

"I'm not the one who turned a company outing into a field of landmines..." I mumble, feeling the heat crawl up my neck as I reluctantly follow him.

"But aren't you already used to having me as an ally in combat?" He counters softly, the mischief sparkling in his eyes as I walk past him, the weight of expectation heavy on my shoulders. Microphone in his hand, Sylus hands me the other one, yet it feels like he has just handed me a pistol—a cold piece of metal that could easily ignite chaos or calamity.

"This is the first time I'm performing a duet with someone. You always let me experience new things, little dove," he says, his voice low and just for me. The song starts and while my colleagues are getting rowdy, I feel like I'm being led to the gallows. However, everything changes the instant Sylus begins to sing. The night flies by filled with laughter, drinks, and more songs.

"Skye is really interesting... But let's not ask him to sing again. Bye!" Tara says in my ear, giving me a quick hug before waving goodbye with a playful grin. The company outing is over. I can finally relax.

"Your colleagues are very nice," Sylus says, his voice smooth and lingering behind me, though I can't help but feel a slight undercurrent of amusement in his tone.

"I should also be heading back. Let's say our goodbyes now. See you," I say, letting out a deep sigh. It feels like I need heartburn medication after tonight's whirlwind of chaotic moments and unexpected performances.

"By the way, your colleagues invited me to your next company outing," he mentions casually, and I immediately turn on my heels, incredulity etched across my face.

"...Please have mercy!" I beg, gripping his arm firmly as if my life depends on it. The thought of enduring another evening filled with forced laughter and karaoke struggles—complete with Sylus' mischievous spirit—is almost too much to bear.

"Okay, I'll contact them and say I can't go," he replies, a knowing smile dancing across his lips, enhancing the devil-may-care allure he naturally possesses.

"Wait, if you do that, they'll have even more questions for me..." I mumble, my brows knitting together in worry. I tug Sylus' sleeve until I notice the slight smile on his lips.

"If I'm not allowed to decline their invitation... Then I guess I'll have to show up." he responds, leaning down to meet my gaze, mischievous eyes sparkling with playful defiance. Damnit, I fell for his tricks again.

Now I finally understand what you meant by us being in the same boat," he says lightly, as we start walking toward my bus stop, the darkness wrapping around us like a soft blanket.

"Hmph, the company outing is over... I can cut ties with you now!" I try to joke, my hand making a scissors gesture toward his direction, but the half-hearted antics feel frail under the weight of the comfortable silence that envelops us.

"Unfortunately... the string of fate connecting us can't be cut that easily," he says, his tone teasing yet sincere as he picks up my hand gripping it gently before bringing it to his lips and kissing the back of my palm. The sudden warmth of his touch leaves a fluttering sensation in my stomach and my heart races at the unexpected tenderness. There it is again—that gleam in his eyes, a combination of mischief and something deeper, something unnerving yet undeniably compelling.

The streetlights cast long shadows behind us, and for a moment, it feels as though we're the only two people left in the world, suspended in a bubble of shared experience and quiet tension.

"Sylus, I don't know if I believe in fate," I say, striving to mask the nervousness lacing my voice.

"I was told a blood-soaked disaster would be waiting for me," he replies, a small smile playing on his lips, his eyes distant and contemplative.

"What happened?" I ask, genuinely curious.

"I brought a blood-soaked disaster to other people," he admits, and I can't help but laugh out loud, the sound echoing into the night sky.

"I'm not surprised. You're the type of person who can conquer fate. As for myself, I'm not so sure," I say, wiping a tear from my eye.

"Others have conquered fate before me," he states, extending his left hand and forming a fist. Confused, I curiously accept whatever it is he's offering.

"What's this?" I inquire, my gaze falling upon a gold coin embossed with a feather.

"It's now a lucky coin that can guide your fate," he explains, and I can hear the rhythmic pounding of my heartbeat in my ears. This coin is one I've often seen Sylus toying with, but I don't think I've ever had the chance to examine it this closely before.

"Fate hides in places that can't be traced. Yet people still seek it," he muses lightly. As we stroll side by side, a part of me considers the possibility—just maybe—that it wouldn't be such a terrible thing to let him in a little deeper even if I'm not the main character of this world. 

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A/N:

Chapter heavily based off/follows 4-Star Sylus Tender Moments: Melodic Weave and Find Tobias, The Void - Fate

Read/Played in order:

1. 4-Star Sylus Tender Moments: Melodic Weave

2. Find Tobias, The Void - Fate, referenced conversation at the end of the chapter

The last name Hundun was specifically chosen as Hundun (混沌) is a mythical being from ancient Chinese mythology, often symbolizing chaos, primordial disorder! 

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Sorry for the long wait, training actually took months to complete and then I was catching up on the storylines and content that just came about along with Caleb's release. I was actually nervous about continuing, but thank you for everyone supporting me with the project I'm excited to continue. I will try to post as soon as I can while continuing the reference the game. Surprises await! :D 

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Chapter 11. Claw Machines and a Wild Gaze

"I thought you were told to make bi-weekly check ups the last time you were here." Zayne says, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"I was..." I trailed off.

"Yet, the last time you were here was over a year ago," he pointed out, settling into his chair and placing my medical files on the desk with a deliberate thud.

"Yes, well... I'm here now. That's what counts right?" I laughed sheepishly. He doesn't crack a smile, cold as ice. Like usual.

"Why does everyone in the Anhausen class always refuse to follow doctors orders?" I hear him mutter under his breath and I try not to crack a smile knowing he was also talking about the Heroine. He grabbed his stethoscope and approached me with a clinical calmness.

"Now, let's listen to your heart," he instructed, his voice steady as he placed the cool metal against my chest. I felt a jolt of cold that made me shiver slightly.

"Take a deep breath," he instructed, leaning in to focus on the rhythm of my heartbeat. There's a small look of surprise or confusion in his eyes as he pulls back and picks up my chart again.

"You're Evol has stabilized a lot more. Have you been getting some sort of treatment?" He inquired and I thought about how I absorbed the Aether Core last week.

"Nope, not really." I say and I can see a hint of disappointment flash in his eyes.

"I see," he pauses.

"We're gonna have you run a few more tests. You tested positive for high traces of Metaflux, what do you do for living exactly?" He asks, picking up his clipboard.

"Is that really relevant, Doc?" I ask and he narrows his eyes at me.

"I mean Doctor Zayne." I say looking down.

"The recent high volumes of Metaflux in your bloodstream are abnormal. With your unstable Evol, it appears you may be on the cusp of Protocore Syndrome. I'll need to order some scans, I don't see that your previous doctor requested any. You were seeing... Doctor Noah?" he asked, surprise creeping into his voice.

"Ah yes, that sounds about right. However, that was a few years back, last year I saw someone else but I can't remember who," I replied, hopping off the crinkly white paper and making my way to a corner seat to lean back and regain my composure.

"I'm going to order a series of scans of your heart, and we'll discuss the results next week," he said, rising to head for the door.

"Well, that's not really going to happen. I just came in for a simple physical, and it seems you've told me I'm looking better than last time," I countered, rising to follow him.

"You have the start of Protocore Syndrome, which is a progressive and life-threatening illness. On top of that, your unstable Evol can lead to severe side effects if overused," he replied, blocking my path as I attempted to exit. I looked up into his striking green and amber eyes, momentarily captivated.

"My death doesn't scare me," I admitted looking down, shielding the unsettling truth that his resolve reminded me too much of the Heroine—a fact that sparked memories of my past, but that's not today's concern.

"As a doctor, it's my oath to try and save as many patients as I can," he stated solemnly before opening the door and stepping out, leaving me wrestling with the weight of his words and the implications of my fading health.

"Please, take your scans, and we will meet again next week," he instructed firmly before turning to leave, the door slamming shut behind him with a sharp bang that made me flinch. I shouldn't have talked about death so lightly with him. Although I also can't remember much of the game with him either, I do know that he also suffers from an Unstable Evol.

I opened the door and walked down the hall, each step echoing in the sterile corridor. As I turned the corner, I froze at the sight of Zayne and the Heroine just ahead. Zayne leaned down brushing something out of the Heroine's hair with a small smile crossing his face.

"Excuse me, can I help you?" A voice said behind me cause me to jump. I spun around to see a young looking man with brown hair, large black rimmed glasses, and a lab coat.

"Oh, actually..." I trailed off, glancing back just in time to see Zayne and the Heroine slipping out of sight.

"I'm lost, it's been a while since I was last here getting a checkup and I lost my way. Can you help me Doctor?" My voice wavered a bit, and I hoped my pathetic acting wouldn't be too obvious.

"S-sure," he stammered, his cheeks flushing a light shade of crimson, making me blink in surprise. Was he seriously getting embarrassed by a simple question? I couldn't help but grin at his awkwardness.

"Th-This way," he added, gesturing stiffly towards the elevators. As we walked, he struggled to strike up a conversation.

"So, what do you do for a living?" He asks. How I answered Zayne earlier seemed like the wrong response so I may as well give an answer this time.

"I'm a Hunter," I said, flashing him a warm smile, only to watch his face turn an even deeper shade of red as if my words set off a spark in him. The elevator chimed as it arrived at the first floor. "Thank you so much for your escort, Dr..?"

"Greyson." He says placing his arm behind his head awkwardly. There's something about him that seems a little familiar, like I've seen him before but I don't have much time to think about it.

"Thank you Dr. Greyson." I say as we walk out of the elevator heading to the front desk.

"Checking out." I say grabbing my phone from my back pocket checking the time.

"Your check-out paper, please?" The woman asks me, smiling.

"I'm sorry?" I replied, feigning confusion as my stomach twisted.

"When the doctor is finished with you, you'll receive a checkout paper so we can schedule any additional appointments," she explained patiently.

"Ah, that was what I left upstairs," I said quickly, hoping she wouldn't see through my flimsy lie.

"No problem! What was your name, and the doctor's name? I'll give him a call to confirm your checkout," she responded with ease. Ah shit.

"My name is Mephisto, and the doctor I saw was Dr. Zayne... but I saw his with a cute girl that looked like his girlfriend and I think I heard they went to get something to eat so I don't want to interrupt their date." I explained forcing a casual tone, based on the look on her face she knew I was referring to the Heroine. Maybe she chose the Zayne route? However, it's a difficult route choosing Astra's tool.

"When did he mention making your next appointment?" Dr. Greyson chimed in, tilting his head in an earnest way.

"I believe he said in six months," I replied, pretending to ponder as I looked up at the ceiling.

"But if the doctor needs to make an appointment sooner, you can give me a call, Miss. Yvonne," I say, turning back to the nurse behind the desk, glancing at her name tag. She takes a look at her watch, seemingly debating whether to call Zayne or not.

"It'll be alright, Yvonne. Please let Miss Hunter check out," Dr. Greyson interjected with a reassuring smile that seemed to relieve the tension in the air and Yvonne sighed.

"All set!" she said, smiling at me after a series of quick clicks on her keyboard.

"Thank you both! I'll see you in 6 months!" I chirped as I made my way to the exit. As I stepped outside I felt the cool air wash over me.

"How did everything go?" Sylus asked, leaning casually against his motorcycle just outside the hospital doors. I scanned the area for any sign of the Heroine before cautiously making my way toward him.

"What are you doing here?" I ask curiously.

"Here to take you home—hope that's alright," he replied, offering me a helmet with a reassuring smile. My gaze drifted to the arcade across the street, a place I had planned to visit after the check-up. Sylus chuckled lightly following where my gaze was.

"I suppose we could have a little detour for a game." He says, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Just one game?" I tease, a playful smile dancing on my lips as I pass him back the helmet.

"One game? Now you're testing my generosity," Sylus jokes, placing back his helmet on the bike and reaching out his hand towards me.

"Alright, five games then!" I countered, feeling a rush of excitement at the thought of stepping into the arcade. He chuckled and nodded, clearly unable to resist the charm of a challenge. We walked across the street and the neon lights cast a warm glow that beckoned us inside. I notice there is a claw machine with a smiley dino and another of a crow that I had seen as an emoji recently.

"Wait, isn't that the emoji Luke and Kieran made of me recently after entering it in a contest?" O ask pulling out my phone comparing our messaged character to the plushie. I can't believe they made their emoji into a plush.

"Well, now we definitely need to get it," Sylus says with a grin, exchanging a $5 bill for a small handful of tokens.

"Who should go first?" He asks.

"You." I respond without missing a beat.

"Alright then," he says walking up to the claw machine with the crow.

"Of course you're going for that one," I say, unable to help my laugh.

"You got this!" I cheer as he steadies himself, one hand casually tucked in his pocket while the other grips the machine handle. He makes a calculated grab for the crow but just as he lifts it, it slips and tumbles back down.

"Oh no, my hand slipped. I wonder if a few more words of encouragement will help me," he says with a sly grin. As he moves the claw to try again I can't help but touch his arm, leaning in to catch a better view of his technique.

"One more nudge, and I'll be pressed up against the claw machine," he jokes and this time luck is on his side as the crow finally makes its way into the drop slot.

"A ruff-wearing crow... What a unique plushie design..." I trail off while grabbing the plushie from the machine. It's cute but looks nothing like how I look in my crow form.

"It looks great. It's refined, classy, and elegant," he defends, his eyes glimmering with amusement.

"Sounds like your taste in aesthetics," I reply with a playful smile rolling my eyes.

"I'll use them as a reference next time I choose a dress for you. Refined, classy, and elegant—these words suit you most," he teases, and I feel a blush creep across my cheeks.

"It's my turn now," I declare, grabbing a token and striding over to a nearby claw machine.

"It looks familiar," Sylus muses, his gaze fixed on the smiley dino inside.

"By the way, its smile reminds me of someone," I say, missing my first grab with the machine.

"Are you talking about me?" he asks, a knowing smile playing on his lips as I can't help but grin back, taking another token and giving it another go. This time I manage to lift the plush halfway up before it tumbles free, the dino slipping through my fingers.

"What made you think that? My smile is friendlier than the plushie's," he says, crossing his arms with a mock-serious expression. Just as he speaks, I take my last token steadying myself with a deep breath before skillfully maneuvering the claw. This time, victory is mine! I grabbed the dino and held it up excitedly. He smiles back leaning down to pat my head and a warm feeling fills my chest.

"Alright, I grabbed what I wanted. I'm pleasantly surprised you offered to play the claw machines with me today," I say, cradling both plushies as we make our way back to his motorcycle.

"What did you think I was going to have us do?" he asks, feigning bewilderment.

"You'd buy the arcade and declare that all the plushies here were under your care," I tease, laughing at the thought.

"...Your imagination is boundless yet short-sighted," he retorts, rolling his eyes but unable to hide his amusement. I gently place the plushies in my backpack, ensuring they are safe as he hands me my helmet. He hops onto the bike, and I swing my leg around, wrapping my arms securely around his back.

"You don't have to worry, Linkon City has speed limits unlike the N109 Zone," he chuckles, his laugh vibrating through my arms making me smile broader. I squeeze him a little tighter and his laughter erupts again as we take off. The city lights blur around us as we speed through Linkon City and as we reach the N109 Zone our speed picks up considerably. The sun is at the end of its sunset and the sky is a mix of beautiful shades of pink, purple, and blue.

As Sylus as I arrive to a high end shopping center, we're greeted by two rows of men wearing black suits. They bow and shout at the same time catching me off guard.

"W-what's this about?" I stammer, hastily removing my helmet.

"Kieran and the others arranged it. To give you a taste of how it feels to be the center of attention." he replies with a teasing smirk. My brow furrows.

"Was it on purpose?" I ask and he shrugs.

"This is nothing. Now, remember to maintain your 'demeanor.' " He says, placing his hand lightly on the base of my back.

"Will there be more arrangements like this in the future?" I whine lightly grabbing his upper arm

"Don't be so quick to question things." He says adjusting his hand to pat my shoulder.

"This is only the beginning.," he teases lightly, placing his hand back to my lower back, nudging me forward leading me to an elegant bar on the first floor. Surprisingly, it's right across from the photo booth where I had taken pictures with Sylus before. As we walk into the bar, the warm lights around us and gentle jazz music playing create a cozy atmosphere, and there are quite a lot of people here.

"I have a bad feeling about this..." I trail off.

"Here's the first rule: Stay calm," he whispers in my ear. We stop in the back of the bar, where there are red velvet seats watching over the rest of the place. Clearly, we are in the VIP section.

"This place seems really chaotic," I say, taking a seat in the large velvet chair, aware of the many eyes trailing us with every step.

"This will help you adapt to these sorts of situations ahead of time," Sylus replies, but I can't help but wonder why I need to get used to this kind of attention.

"Miss Hokage, your drink," a waiter dressed in black announces, sliding two drinks before us. Hokage? It seems like Kieran and Luke may have been indulging in one too many Naruto episodes recently.

"Aren't you going to say something?" Sylus asks, his voice hushed, curiosity evident in his eyes.

"That'll be all, you can go," I responded curtly, waving my hand dismissively at the waiter.

"Good, but that's not enough; if you don't show even a hint of aggression, you won't be able to keep others in check," he instructs, and I sense a hidden meaning in Sylus' words. My anxiety spikes as I take in the scrutinizing gazes around me—some obvious, others less so.

"This is child's play. I'm not scared. Didn't you say the first rule for you is 'staying calm?'" I retort, my clammy hands betraying the confidence in my voice.

"Should I let Kieran push you a bit more?" Sylus muses, pulling out his phone as if ready to make a call. In a panic, I quickly grab his sleeve.

"No need. I think it's good enough. We need to take this step by step." I say while taking a mental note to jump Kieran later for scheming this whole ordeal. He told me I needed to be more confident yesterday instead of focusing on the Heroine but I rolled my eyes at him ignoring everything else he had to say about the matter. He doesn't know the history of her and Sylus like I did.

"You're right. Turn around and look," he murmurs in my ear before stepping back, his demeanor shifting as he observes my reaction.

"Why?" I ask, confusion lacing my voice, but as I turn my head, I'm greeted by the sight of two drunken men—one tall and lanky, the other short with a staggered walk—heading straight for us.

"Was this also arranged by Kieran?!" I blurt out in a panic, my heart racing at the thought. Memories of my time with the Overlord flash in my mind, and I couldn't tell if Kieran was trying to help me face my fears or orchestrating a cruel intervention that capitalized on my insecurities today.

"Shouldn't be," Sylus replies, furrowing his brows with concern.

"They don't look friendly. Are there really that many people who don't know you?" I question, anxiety bubbling within me, and he responds with an exaggerated roll of his eyes.

"I'm not that infamous. Of course, I'd be a nobody to some. But remember, this is your turf now, and it's up to you to decide how to handle them," he instructs. He casually holds a glass of wine and adopts a nonchalant air, all while blending seamlessly into the crowd with his all-black attire. The relaxed confidence he exudes only amplifies my unease, leaving me to grapple with the growing uncertainty of the situation.

"I can handle slicing up enemies and their goons but... I don't know how to handle these people without a blade pressed against their neck." I admit feeling the weight of my inexperience with confrontation beyond combat.

"Relax. Handle it however you like," Sylus reassures me, surprising me further by placing the very blade I usually carry into my hand. My eyes widen in shock at the unexpected gesture, the cold metal grounding me amidst the chaos. .

"No wonder it's so lively tonight. Hey, Missy. Those people gonna back you up or what?" the tall, burly drunk man slurs as he saunters over, his presence looming like a thick wall beside his shorter companion as they stand by our table.

"You got a problem with that?" I shoot back, narrowing my eyes at both men.

"You brought a really nice gift. Don't you wanna be friends?" the shorter man chimes in, snatching the glass from Sylus' hand and gulping it down in one greedy motion.

"Tell us where your turf is and we'll pay you a visit one day," he says with a predatory smile, a surge of unease coursing through me as I try to suppress the trauma bubbling up within.

"We don't need to be friends. And as for my turf, I'm afraid you'll be hard-pressed in getting there," I retorted, looking them up and down with disdain leaning back in my seat, crossing my legs with deliberate composure.

"Show us some respect!" the tall drunkard barks but I barely glance at him, my eyes flicking to Sylus instead. He stands relaxed with his arms folded, a calm observer to the escalating tension. I unsheathe the blade and jab it into the table with a forceful slam and the blade standing tall.

"Why should I?" I shout causing their attention to snap to me and then to Sylus, confusion painting their features.

"H-He's...!" the shorter man stutters, gripping the tall man's shoulder as fear begins to seep into their eyes.

"...Hmph, let's go," the tall man mutters, his ego seemingly deflating as they both turn on their heels, scrambling away from the table.

"They left just like that? What the hell?" I ask in disbelief as I process the sudden retreat. My heart was still pounding with adrenaline but I felt a small spark of joy as I was able to push back slightly against the remnants of my past.

"A single look is enough," he says, confidently striding over toward me with an assured grin.

"It seems you haven't had your fill quite yet? Next time, there's something else you could say—" he pauses.

"Since you're here, you should leave something behind," he adds wickedly, an amused but wild glint in his eyes.

"Oh! That's quite the idea." I respond, thinking about his suggestion. It wouldn't be too bad to strike fear into people like that. He pats me on the head and warmth floods my cheeks as a blush creeps across my face, enjoying the praise.

"You can pass as a big, bad boss. Sort of. You did use your prop to your advantage," he observes, and I can't help but crack a smile, feeling a surge of confidence. I sheath my blade and secure it in the strap on my leg, having removed it earlier for my hospital checkup. Suddenly, he grabs my hand and begins to lead me away, setting my heart racing.

"Wait, where are we going?" I ask curiously.

"Darling, the second rule is to talk less," he replies playfully, guiding me back to the lobby of this high-end mall before we step into the gleaming gold and white elevators we ascend to the fifth floor.

"This is the place," he announces, gesturing toward a stylish shop that stands out amid the luxurious surroundings.

"What are we doing here?" I ask, confused as to why we were in a place filled with glasses behind display cases.

"Buying you something." He says looking at the fancy display cases that show rows and rows of sunglasses. The golden edges and inlaid diamonds sparkle with an enchanting light, all screaming luxury.

"Wait, is this supposed to be for another prop?" I question.

"Since you can't be inscrutable, use sunglasses to hide. Same effect," he suggests thoughtfully, scanning the rows before his eyes land on a pair that seems to capture his interest.

"These two," he says to the sales lady, his voice smooth and confident.

"Yes, Sir," she replies, slipping on white gloves before carefully taking the sunglasses out of their case. Sylus puts on the pair he took out and hands me the other one with a playful smile.

"Try it," he says, tilting his head slightly. I watch his slender fingers brushing against the edge of the frame before catching a glimpse of his deep eyes beneath the black lenses. They hold an intense gaze that feels almost like a challenge.

"Why are you staring at me?" He asks suddenly, I feel the heat rise in my cheeks.

"Oh, it's nothing. The sunglasses you chose are really nice," I manage to say, looking away.

"Only the sunglasses?" he teases, his grin widening. Without thinking, I snatch them from his hand and put them on.

"I get it. With these, I have a demeanor similar to yours," I say while glancing in the mirror behind me, realizing how our similar red eyes create an air of intimidation behind some simple shades.

"Let me see," Sylus says, pressing the back of my head gently to make me face him.

"Are you planning to kill with your eyes now?" he asks, raising an eyebrow clearly amused.

"Well, I was copying your look from the bar earlier," I reply, trying to maintain my serious facade.

"Don't smile. You need to frown," he instructs playfully, brushing his thumb over my lip, which makes my face heat up even more.

"Ugh, I doubt a single look can scare you," I say, turning away flustered.

"Personally, I never really cared about threats," he shrugs.

"Tell you what, if you scare me off with just a look, you win. Can you do it?" he challenges. I grab Sylus' collar and pull. Now that I'm closer to him, I give him the fiercest glare possible.

"Who said I couldn't?" I challenge, glaring hard into his eyes. For a moment, he blinks, taken aback, before a slow grin spreads across his face.

"It's a lot better now," he admits, raising his hands in surrender.

""Really?" I ask, surprised by his admission.

"My heart is racing." As he speaks, his breath brushes against my face, sending a shiver down my spine. He grabs my hand and places it on his chest, and he's right—his heart is pounding. The closeness only makes my face flush again, sending my heartbeat into a frenzy.

"So, are you going to give up?" I ask, locking my gaze with his behind the dark lenses.

"I surrender," he replies while gently lowering my hand back to my side, his tone teasing yet sincere.

"When you go out to practice your bad boss behavior, I'll arrange a group of 'bodyguards' for you later," he says, taking off his sunglasses and handing them to the sales lady, who has quietly observed us.

"What about you?" I pout slightly.

"I'm very expensive," he says with a grin, then an idea pops into my head.

"Don't worry, this big, bad boss won't be a cheapskate," I say with a smirk, sliding my hand into his front pocket where I know his wallet is tucked away. I pull out his sleek black card and hand it to the woman.

"We'll take these two out the door," I declare, and she accepts it with both hands bowing politely before disappearing momentarily.

"All right, whatever you say..." he chuckles, leaning down and gently nudging the sunglasses back up my nose.

"Boss," he says with a playful seriousness and I can't help but smile. This truly felt like a nice break after everything that happened. Like a calm before the storm. I better enjoy this while I can, who knows what will happen next.

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A/N: 

Chapter heavily based off/follows of Claw Machine Response: Grumpy Crow, Unique Aesthetics and Smiley Dino's Smile, and 4-Star Sylus Tender Moments: Wild Gaze

Read/Played in order:

1.  After Achieving getting Grumpy Crow, the response Grumpy Crow and Unique Aesthetics will appear. (If already achieved response can be reviewed in Love Timeline Memory)

2. After Achieving getting Smiley Dino, the response Smiley Dino's Smile will  appear. (If already achieved response can be reviewed in Love Timeline Memory)

3. 4-Star Sylus Tender Moments: Wild Gaze

***Sorry for the delay of the chapter, I will be skipping next week as I transition from my old job to my new job and celebrate both my parents birthday. I also have a trip planned for DPR Ian's concert at the end of the month but I will try to get ahead in chapters instead of write them each week. I forgot the reason why I try writing ahead haha. Please note that for a little while until we get more new Sylus content I will be using his other cards/memories for this story. I do intend on following the storyline for Sylus with the game for this story. ****

[chaoslovesmisery]

Chapter 10. Rising Curtains and Abandoned Memory

(This is a VERY long chapter)

I look at myself once over in the mirror, the luxurious red fabric of my dress hugging my curves, exuding an aura of confidence that I'm desperately trying to project. My short hair and bangs framing my face, and my striking red eyes betray a hint of apprehension as they dart over my reflection. The sparkling diamonds mixed with deep crimson rubies around my neck catch the light, creating a cascade of brilliance that almost overwhelms me. I take a deep breath, feeling a flutter of nerves in my stomach. Can I truly pull this off?

"It suits you" a voice says approaching me from behind. Sylus' figure enters the mirror's reflection as he leans lazily against the doorway.

"No one can stay wary when there's a beauty walking around." He says meeting my eyes in the mirror.

"The dress is a little tight, I can't fit any of my blades on my because it's too noticeable." I say turning around walking up to him. He's wearing a black blazer that's just hanging over his shoulders. His designer shirt with streaks of red, reminiscent of his Evol, which compliments his crimson eyes.

"You're just going to waltz right into a dangerous auction without a plan?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.

"I like how you assume I didn't make one." He says grinning.

"Find a way to make everyone lower their guard first. Then lure out the ones with ill intentions and get rid of them. Then I'll cover you when you fetch the Aether Core's other half." He says pulling a coin out of his pocket and fiddling with it. I've seen the coin a thousand times but it stirs a strange sense of nostalgia with me.

"Is that it?" I ask, trying to get my mind back on track.

"It won't fail. Promise." He says and I raise my pinky, I know it's childish but I can't help it. He gives me another once over before wrapping his pinky on mine and kissing his fist and I do the same. Our promises felt a little special. He adjusts his hand holding mine and leads me out of the door heading downstairs to the black sports car waiting at the entrance of the building.

He opens the door for me like a gentleman. I look up for a moment. In the sky, the stars are devoured by an endless darkness. The Deepspace Tunnel is silent, seemingly frozen in time. I shake my head and try to fight off the nervous feeling that something big is going to happen tonight. I can't exactly remember what had happened in the game, but this feels like a night I won't forget. After getting into the car Sylus gets in shortly after.

"What did you do with her? I bet she wasn't happy not to be going," I say as we speed down the road with city lights passing us by.

"A deal was a deal, she didn't achieve it. There was no option but to accept the results," he said coolly, his expression revealing nothing of the deeper story lurking beneath the surface. I know there is probably more to the story but I decided against pressing for more information.

The city lights outside blurred into a tapestry of trees as we sped onward, and in the comfortable silence that enveloped us, twenty tranquil minutes slipped away until we arrived at a sprawling hotel perched on the edge of the N109 Zone, where the auction awaited.

As we pulled up, a valet boy sprinted over, eager to open my door but Sylus moving with inhuman speed swung it open before him, startling the young man. Sylus seamlessly took my hand, guiding me out with an air of effortless grace. With a playful smirk, he handed over a key and the boy's eyes widened in surprise, his cheeks reddening with embarrassment as he struggled to find his voice after catching a glimpse of me. Flustered, he quickly directed his gaze away, hurrying to the driver's side with all the urgency of someone trying to shake off a spell of enchantment.

"I'm not the only one who thinks you look lovely tonight," Sylus remarked, a playful lilt in his voice as I wrapped my arm around his, allowing him to escort me up the stairs.

"You're not too bad yourself," I teased lightly, eliciting a chuckle from him. At the top we were greeted by a sharply dressed man in a suit who glanced at our linked arms with curiosity. I slipped my arm away, smoothing my dress out as an excuse as we approached two grand white and gold doors. The doormen swiftly swung them open and Sylus stepped onto a literal red carpet, his stride confident while I lagged behind hesitant.

"It's not too late to back out if you want to," he said gently, glancing back at me. But I shook my head, steeling my resolve.

He smiled, offering his arm once more. Together, we strode down the carpet, our eyes drawn to the Protocores displayed in their cases. Earth may not have fully unlocked their potential yet, but the march toward technological advancement was unmistakable. As we continued down the hall a server approached us with a tablet in hand.

He smiles and offers me his arm. We walk down the carpet glancing at the Protocores in its cases. Currently, Earth has not unlocked the full potential of the use of Protocores though they are steadily increasing its technological advancement. As we walk down the hall a server approaches us holding a tablet.

"Mr. Sylus, we've been expecting you," the server announced, bowing slightly. Sylus turned to me, deftly removing his brooch and pinning it onto my dress with an elegant flourish.

"I assume you already know how to play the role of good bait," he whispered stealthily, placing an earpiece in my ear and brushing his lips against my cheek with a tenderness that sent a thrill through me. This cheeky—

"I'll be back soon. Have fun," he says, slipping his sleek black card into my hand. I hesitate before taking it cautiously and he flashed a reassuring smile before striding away with the server. As he left I felt the weight of curious stares from several onlookers but I brushed off their attention and wandered among the display cases. My gaze was drawn to an unusual Protocore that seemed to pulse with energy.

"Did anything catch your eye, Miss? There are even better ones over there," a server approached, breaking my focus. I flicked open my fan and surveyed the offerings.

"The selection here is somewhat mediocre, but..." I glanced at Sylus' card, a playful smile creeping onto my lips. "Are these all the Protocores you have? I'll take everything," I declared, waving my fan dramatically toward the rows of displays, prompting a deep chuckle through my earpiece.

"Enjoying yourself, are we?" Sylus' voice came through, teasingly. I hid my smile behind my fan, reveling in the moment.

"I wouldn't want anyone thinking that Mr. Sylus can't afford a few measly Protocores, now would we?" I countered with a mischievous glint in my eye as I handed the server the black card.

"Pompous," Sylus laughed, his voice rich and warm resonating in my ear through the earpiece.

"This way while we wrap up your items, please," the server instructed, gesturing for me to follow.

"Wait, I want this one now, unwrapped," I insisted, pointing at the Protocore that caught my attention with its intriguing glow. The server unlocked the display case, carefully donned a white glove, and handed it to me. He then ushered me into a new room. Inside the banquet hall a sea of people mingled and conversed their gazes flitting toward me, some brazenly, others concealed in the shadows. As I fiddled with the Protocore in my hand, I noticed traces of other Protocurves interwoven in its structure, hinting at a recent modification.

A sudden prickle danced along the back of my neck, and I instinctively turned to find several pairs of eyes quickly averting their gaze. I opened my fan, raising it to conceal my lips as I spoke in hushed tones into the earpiece.

"Sylus, how are things on your end?" I inquired, the tension in my voice barely masked.

"Miss, the brooch you're wearing is quite exquisite. May I purchase it from you?" a voice said abruptly beside me. I turned to see an ordinary-looking man in a suit blocking my path, his subtly unsettling presence felt like a cold draft. My brows furrowed as I observed the squid-faced man, whose sly grin made my skin crawl.

He extended his hand and a faint blue electric current flickered from his cuff, enhancing his unnerving aura.

"Not interested, now if you'll excuse me." I say snapping my fan shut maintaining a stoic demeanor, then stepped closer and poked him gently in the chest with the fan. He didn't flinch. Taking a step back, I fought to keep my poker face from wavering under his unnerving scrutiny. I go to take a step past him but he takes another step towards me instead blocking my path.

"How does ten Hightowers sound?" he asked, his tone dripping with smugness as I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms defiantly. What use was a special weapon forged from high-grade Protocores? A single Hightower could level this entire hotel, yet it was far too troublesome for my taste, I favored the elegance of blades.

"Unimpressive," I retorted, and at that moment music began to fill the air.

"Ah, the banquet is about to start. Perhaps we can discuss what might impress you enough for me to purchase that brooch," he suggested, extending his hand with a rehearsed charm.

"Sorry, but the brooch is a gift from me," a familiar voice interjected and a warm hand encircled my waist, drawing me close to Sylus. I tilted my gaze upwards to meet his eyes, resting my hand on his chest with a smile.

"That's right, I would never part with a gift from my boyfriend," I replied coyly, casting a glance back at the squid-faced man, whose expression twisted in disbelief, eliciting a chorus of audible gasps from bystanders. With a flick of my wrist, I tossed the fan toward him and he fumbled to catch it.

"I'll tell you what, ten Hightowers can buy you this fan," I declared, watching as the color drained from his face. He set the fan down hastily on a nearby table and scurried away, flustered.

"Boyfriend?" Sylus whispered in my ear, a teasing tone in his voice.

"Yes, a friend... that's a boy..." I replied, glancing down with a hint of shyness.

"Oh? Is that so?" His breath danced across my ear, sending a thrill down my spine.

"Anything interesting?" I asked, deftly steering the conversation away from my embarrassment.

"The location of the Aether Core," he said, a grin spreading across his face, and I felt a rush of excitement.

"You know where it is?" I exclaimed, my pulse quickening. He took a small step back, the playfulness in his demeanor growing.

"You'll find out after this dance," he said, positioning his right arm behind his back while extending his left hand towards me and bowing slightly, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

My heart did a little flip as I placed my hand in his, feeling the warmth of his palm. Sylus calmly guides me across the dance floor, swaying to the song's rhythm. With each spin and step, the world around us faded. it was just us, lost in the rhythm and each other's presence. The laughter and chatter were mere whispers compared to the magic of this moment. I felt like I was gliding on air, carried by the joy that radiated from our shared dance.

Melodious music serenades the luxurious banquet hall that's illuminated by dreamy lighting. He blocks the prying shadows around us. And when I look up, all I see is his face which is quite handsome, I mean he was one of the love interests after all. He looks at me with unspoken questions in his eyes.

"Sorry, I'm not really used to these kinds of social gatherings." I say awkwardly looking away. I step on his foot but he keeps us moving as if it didn't happen.

"It's nice to see you try something new," he says, his eyes sparkling with encouragement as he spins me around, the fabric of my dress swirling gracefully around me. Just as I find my footing, he gently guides me into a smooth dip. Leaning me backwards into his arms while the world tilts slightly I catch sight of his focused expression. My heart feels like its pounding in my chest. There is small clapping before a new song begins to play.

As he lifts me back up to a standing position, a grin spreads across my face. The music continues to play softly in the background, but his gaze draws me in. He leads me away from the bustling dance floor, weaving through the sea of people until we finally reach the large glass windows that dominate one end of the venue. The shimmering city lights of the N1109 zone stretch out before us like a constellation of stars, twinkling in the velvety night. We pause for a moment, basking in the beauty of the scene with the vibrant colors reflecting off the glass. I lean against the cool surface, feeling the anticipation in the air.

"Did you actually get information on the Aether Core?" I ask, our shoulders brushing as he leans in closer.

"You can choose not to believe me," he jokes lightly. I catch a glimpse of a flashing red door reflected in the glass and instinctively use my hand on his shoulder to push him away from danger but he holds his ground.

"But they wouldn't leak such vital information. Unless..." I trail off, the implications hanging heavy in the air. "It's a trap."

"Exactly," he affirms and I turn back to meet his steady gaze.

"You're not going to throw yourself into their trap, are you?" I ask, concern lacing my voice.

"Don't scare away the fish that have already bitten the hook," he replies with an encouraging smile. We both turn our attention back to the reflections in the window, shadows of the approaching figures looming closer.

"Eight Evol bombs, fifteen high-frequency guns... They really want you dead," I sigh, the weight of our predicament settling heavily on my chest.

"You really made a lot of enemies," I state and he flashes a mischievous grin.

"This isn't the first time it's happened." He says in a teasing manner and I nod my head. Saving me from the Overlord certainly earned him more enemies than anyone else in this hotel combined. The music reaches a crescendo. The notes from the orchestra are layered on top of one another like surging tidal waves. The lights dim to the passionate beats, and the shadows surround us on all sides.

"You have something up your sleeve, right? Even if you have a death wish, I don't intend to die here with you." I state. He glides behind me, skillfully retrieving something from his blazer, and places the cool handle of a blade into my right hand.

"Don't worry, you won't die that easily," he chuckles, the sound both reassuring and mischievous. Suddenly, a blinding flash is followed by a thunderous explosion that obliterates the music and sends screams ricocheting through the air. Instantly, the once-grand hall crumbles into chaos, and amidst the surging debris, Sylus tightens his grip on my free hand. I catch a hint of a scoff escaping his lips as he unexpectedly crushes something in his palm before tossing it into the swirling wreckage.

"...You had the detonator this whole time?" I gasp, astonished.

"The vermin were taking their sweet time. I was getting impatient," he replies with a wicked smile that shines against the backdrop of destruction.

"The Metaflux is quickly increasing, and there's more than one Wanderer... Be careful!" I shout urgently, adrenaline surging through my veins as I dart past him. I can feel my senses sharpen thanks to my Aether Core and I catch a fleeting shadow out of the corner of my eye—the telltale sign of a creeping Wanderer intent on ambushing Sylus.

In a fluid motion, I pivot and lash out with my blade, the steel whistling through the air before it plunges into the creature's chest. A blood-curdling screech erupts from its mouth, a haunting sound that echoes off the walls, sending a chill racing down my spine. The Wanderer thrashed momentarily but within seconds, it dissipates into an ethereal mist, leaving behind nothing but its Protocore clattering to the floor. The small, glowing shard pulsates with a faint light but I know that more are lurking in the shadows, waiting for their moment to strike. My breath quickens as I scan the surrounding area, staying alert for any sign of the next attack, fully aware that the dangers of the Metaflux are only just beginning.

"How long do you think you'll last with such a primal weapon?" He asks with a sly smile, and I narrow my eyes at him. He tosses a sleek, metallic gun toward me, the surface glinting under the dim lights flickering.

"Don't waste your efforts. You're not a bad shot either," he says, a chuckle vibrating in his chest that feels almost mocking. I catch the gun mid-air, feeling it's cool weight in my palm but I push the thought of switching weapons aside. My blade is an extension of me and I won't abandon it so easily.

After quickly defeating the last Wanderer, I scan the room, alert and on edge. My gaze lands on a trembling figure in the corner, one of the henchmen, his wide fearful eyes revealing his false confidence. I approach him with determination, pressing my blade to his neck as a drop of blood trickles down making him wince in pain.

"You haven't won yet!" he gasps, desperation lacing his voice. "We still have a backup plan...! That thing is terrifying. When it shows up, not even Sylus—" His voice cuts off abruptly, and a sharp gasp escapes his lips as the shadows around us swirl ominously.

Before I can react, a powerful surge of black-red mist erupts from the darkness coiling around him like a sentient serpent before flinging him violently into a nearby broken stone pillar. The sickening crack of bone against stone reverberates through the air as he collapses to the ground, a lifeless heap, like a puppet whose strings have been severed. I take a step back, my heart pounding, the hairs on the back of my neck standing on end as I lock eyes with Sylus.

"Violence should be used strategically." Sylus says calmly, wiping the blood off his face, and the black-red mist disappears from his hands.

"I would've believed you if your hands were clean," I scoff, the sarcasm barely masking my unease. Even with the venue evacuated, strong energy fluctuations crackle above us, sending tremors through the ground beneath our feet.

"What's making that noise? Are there still some left?" I ask, my heart racing as apprehension floods my senses.

"Let's go," he replies, urgency lacing his tone as he seizes my wrist and starts walking briskly.

"Where are we going?" I shoot back, confusion clouding my thoughts as I glance around. He pulls me along with surprising strength, determination etched in his features.

"To the place that has what we want," he says cryptically, leading us toward an almost transparent elevator that seems to defy logic—still operating despite the earlier chaos. As we step inside, the doors slide shut, and with a swift jolt, the elevator lurches upward. The stunning nighttime panorama outside rapidly fades into a sea of clouds, enveloping us in a thick, surreal mist. Finally, the doors creak open, revealing the roof of the building, where the echoes of the tumult below are now distant whispers, leaving only a charged silence in their wake.

"What is this?" I ask out loud, taking a step forward stepping over the cluttered floor of construction supplies. Countless pieces of metal are strewn across the spacious rooftop that's shrouded in mist. And in the haze, barely visible, are abandoned collection vessels, transporters, and other devices. Broken steel bars poke out from the overgrown weeds. Rusty frames are propped up, outlining a bygone era.

"It looks like a laboratory for experiments..." I trail off thinking for a moment of the Heroine. Her experiments took place in a lab before Earth's Chronorift Catastrophe of 2034.

"It was one many years ago. But they abandoned it a while back." Sylus says.

"They?" I ask. Stepping over broken fragments and glass shards, Sylus' tone remains aloof.

"EVER." He says and I look at what used to be quite the research base. As the most prestigious international business group, it basically supports the whole of Linkon City, where the Heroine resided. The residents of Linkon City are naive thinking this was just a research base when many locations were affected by that catastrophe, yet only the N109 Zone turned into a wasteland.

"We're here." He says. Slow vibrations resembling heartbeats pulsate in the sky. I lookup and see the Deepspace Tunnel. Dense clouds and vortexes churn amidst the darkness. And occasionally, a stream of light flashes across the night sky. The silent tunnel is like a telescope peeking into the universe.

"It's been a while since I've seen the Deepspace Tunnel so close." I say putting my hand up blocking some of the tiny beam of light that enters my line of sight. I take a step forward when I notice ahead of me is a Flux Nexus.

"There's one up here?" I ask confused as I brush off some vines off the stony pillar.

"These fluctuations aren't produced by normal Protocores." He says standing next to me, looking at me with his eyes that have unfathomable depths.

"Think about it first. Once you take it out, there's no going back." He warns. My heart starts to race and I can feel a heat growing in my hand. Gritting my teeth, I put my hand on the Flux Nexus' intricate pattern and the heat in my hand stings. The power of resonance instantly flows through my body, and dazzling light seeps out from my palm. A shiny, floating Protocore appears. The Aether Core. The Heroine wasn't the only one with the ability to resonate as that is my actual Evol, being able to shift into a crow was just my ability resonating with the Aether Core Sylus gave me centuries ago.

The Aether core blazes with an intense, ethereal glow, illuminating the chaos around us. But the moment my fingers brush its surface, the ground starts to shake violently. Violent fluctuations lash out up above us along with a primal roar echoing from the depths of the Deepspace Tunnel. I jerk my gaze upward, horrified as a storm engulfs the sky fraying at the edges with wild energy, while a colossal shadow emerges from the vortex. It's getting closer and closer with its expansive wings blocking out all the light in the sky.

"Is this... the backup plan they talked about?" I muse aloud. Sylus chuckles darkly, the tension thick in the air.

"We finally have something presentable," he replies, and before I can process his words, a massive Protofield unfolds before us. In an instant the ferocious Wanderer, known as Arbiterwings, charges towards us at a breakneck speed.

"Damnit, I can't resonate..." I curse, feeling the glow in my hands extinguish, replaced by a paralyzing heaviness that embeds me like lead in place.

"It's not too late to back out now," Sylus advises, his voice calm yet urgent. I cock my gun and grip my blade, steeling myself. I launch myself towards the monstrosity just as its scythe-like appendages swing dangerously close. Metal clashes against what feels like stone, as I block its ferocious strike.

"Be careful! Don't let it hit you. This is only the beginning!" he warns, lightning crackling ominously from the roaring storm above, barely missing me by a hair.

"Sylus!" I yell, my heart racing, gesturing frantically to the cerulean sphere pulsating with energy behind the Wanderer. The ominous stone feathers shimmer with impending doom, a catastrophic self-detonation on the verge of unleashing devastation. If I don't act fast, the explosion will consume us whole and time is slipping through my fingers like sand.

"Hurry! Destroy the stone feathers now!" Sylus commands, his voice cutting through the Wanderer's shrieks as I fire the gun he entrusted to me. The shots reverberated through the air as I turn quickly, slashing at the few feathers that launched toward me. I dive back, but sharp pangs of pain shoot through my arms and legs—an unwelcome reminder that I can't evade every attack. Lightning streaks from above and I roll to the side. I stand up looking around to see a menacing circle of five colossal stone feathers, their jagged forms looming ominously around us with a light glow.

"Don't forget about the person next to you when you run into trouble," Sylus chides, deflecting another wave of feathered projectiles with impressive force. I swing my blade with determination to destroy the first glowing stone feather towering over me.

"Who says I ran into trouble?" I retort, instinctively pushing him aside to shield him from yet another imminent onslaught of lightening. A dark-red mist swirls into his palm gathering like an unstable orb of energy. He lounges towards me wrapping an arm protectively around. I grasp his hand locked around my waist feeling a powerful resonance surge between us, a rare connection forged in crisis. The mist swells pulsating with energy and with unison we release our attacks, his blast hurled forth as I pulled the trigger on my gun. The bullet finds its mark on the Wanderer but the impact feels frustratingly minimal.

"It's regenerating thanks to the stone feathers embedded in the ground," I observe, noticing how the glow of each feather intensifies with every strike the Wanderer endures, feeding its uncanny resilience.

"I'll distract the Wanderer, you do what you have to," Sylus instructs decisively. Seizing the moment, I sprint toward the nearest pillar firing a few rapid shots before leaping and severing it with my blade in one swift motion. As I land, a bone-chilling shriek erupts from the Wanderer with its massive form crashing to the ground. Sylus uses this opportunity raining powerful blows upon it, while I scramble to dismantle the last remaining stone feathers.

"Sylus, last one!" I yell, my voice steady as I prepare to break the final feather.

"Watch out!" he warns just as the Wanderer charges at me. Its talons skim past, leaving a deep cut in my side. I can feel the warm blood seep through my clothes, but the adrenaline dulls the pain.

"It can't escape!" Sylus yells, delivering another powerful punch to the creature. I fire off a few more shots and to my relief I see the Wanderer weakening faster than before thanks to the destroyed stone feather pillars.

Suddenly, the Wanderer vanishes, only to reappear high above us. Arbiterwings spreads its wings, glowing with a bluish-white light that illuminates the battlefield. It screeches, a haunting sound filled with rage and determination echoing through the air as if to declare that this battle is far from over...

I breathe heavily as pain finally crashes over me and I drop to my knees. This feels like an eerie nightmare but familiar like reliving a distant memory. The ground around me glows, reminiscent of volcanic rock with molten light seeping through cracks that seem to pulse in time with my heartbeat.

"There's... so much blood," a voice whispers, but it isn't my own. My voice feels like it's stuck in my throat.

"You must press on." Sylus says and a claw-like hand grabs my shaking hand. I look up to see a form of Sylus I had only remembered seeing once before. His breaths are shallow as my eyes see the sword lodged in his chest and his other hand holding the Heroines. The Heroine had been the one to stab him.

"Because if you don't... there's no going back," he struggles to say. I search his face through the tears blurring my vision, unsure if his words are meant for me or the Heroine. The weight of his sacrifice hangs heavy in the air and my heart feels like it's shattering all over again.

My vision blurs. Amidst blood and fire, the Deepspace Tunnel appears. It shakes violently in the sky.

"Mephisto, you must press on." his voice strains to say fading into the distance and a flash of red and white streaks cloud my vision making me shut my eyes right. When I open them again Sylus is in front of me with my hand held out towards me. Sylus' face looks gentle, sympathetic even but there seems to be a shadow above him. I can't help but to reach out as well. An unprecedented power surges through our intertwined fingers, manifesting as a radiant red glow where our skin meets.

Instantly, I feel a tremor from deep within my heart. Something flows through my veins. The Wanderer's dissipating particles fall like a misty rain, yet a brighter light pierces through the haze. I lift my hand up shielding my eyes from the light. The Aether Core emits countless rays of golden light that seep into my heart. The warm, familiar power continues to surge. I don't know how much time has passed when the fluctuations around me slowly start to subside. The movements within my body cease. It's as if an ocean's roaring waves have silently calmed down, turning into ripples on a lake's surface.

The Aether Core levitates in the air and I grab it gently.

"So this... is the Aether Core of Earth's current timeline..." I trail off and a crack breaks its surface. I turn to face Sylus and he stares at the sky towards the Deepspace Tunnel in deep thought. He takes a moment before looking at me with a slight smile.

"It's power belongs to you now. This should help with your unstable Evol though we're not close to resolving it, be sure to go to Akso Hospital to get it checked out." He says and my eyes grow wide.

"How did you?" I ask and he looks away. It had been so long since I had

"Did you really think I wouldn't know? The fact that we haven't been able to resonate for a long time due to it taking some of your life force each time we did. That was the whole reason we looked for someone else who had the same ability." He says and thoughts swirl in my head.

"You were also having trouble shifting into your crow form after using it too much, even now I can tell you still need more time to be able to shift back." He says and I look down avoiding his gaze.

"But she needs it more..." I trail off not understanding how different this is starting to become from the original game storyline. He was supposed to give this to the Heroine, but not that I've absorbed the energy of the Aether Core, what will happen now? I decided to change things but I didn't expect to change this. He starts to walk away and begins to pull me.

"Hey where are we going?" I ask and he stops looking down at our wrists shaking it. I can see a faint glow and there appears to be reddish barely visible to the naked eye link from his left pinky connecting to my right pinky. Weren't these supposed to be cuffs, wait shouldn't this have happened with him and the Heroine? Is it happening to me because I ended up resonating with him?

"Sylus doesn't respond, and the powerful tremor that shook the Deepspace Tunnel ignites a chain reaction within the N109 Zone.

Those shadows who believed they controlled Onychinus are eliminated from fate's tapestry. Unable to see the undercurrents beneath the water's surface, I can only smell the scent of smoke becoming more poignant as it's carried by the wind. Structures crumble and collapse in the distance and I can hear a distant toiling of a bell. It's almost like an announcement, as if the world is saying.. The true leader of Onychinus has returned.

"Are you ready?" He sys picking me up bridal style walking towards the edge of the building. I wrap my arms around his neck and black-red mist surrounds us as he steps off the building. The wind rushes past my hair, a familiar feeling I know all too well. With a soft thud his feet touch the ground. We walk towards the sports car we had originally taken when I realize that the steering wheel is on the left but our hands are connecting on my right and his left.

"How is this going to work?" I ask hesitantly and he opens the driver seat sitting down. I thought for a moment he was going to let me drive but he didn't move from the seat.

"It's not too long of a drive, you'll be a little uncomfortable for a short while. Bear with it." He says offering his lap as my seat. I go to crawl past him to sit in the passenger seat instead and he rolls his eyes before closing the door. I'm left leaning awkwardly across his lap and he moves his left hand to allow me to sit easier in my seat.

Amidst the raging storm Sylus remains nonchalant as he sits next to me. Our racing vehicle leaves our enemies behind while intermittent light seeps through the window to obscure his silhouette and goals. I know cleaning house was something he wanted to do but the fact that we acquired the Aether Core, something he was supposed to have given to the Heroine, has shaken me. There was a reason why we needed him and the Heroine to resonate that went beyond human emotions. He's not telling me something and I need to find out what it is.

For a moment, his expression as he gazed at the Deepspace Tunnel resurfaces in my mind. Then, I feel a sensation in my palm. I'm still clutching the fragmented Protocore. It's as if I'm subconsciously grasping onto an answer that has yet to be revealed. The linkage between my hand and Sylus' suddenly flickers, seemingly sensing the swirling thoughts in my head.

"Here, give this to her. She wanted the Aether Core after all, although the vessel is broken it should distract her for a while." I say placing the Protocore in his front right pocket. It's only a five minute drive when I realize that we were headed to a safe house not too far from here. When we arrived I had to climb over the seat again to get out and Sylus followed after me exiting. When we entered the shack it appeared to be more of an armory than a safehouse. Sylus sits down and takes out his phone, handing it to me, I realize it's my phone that's buzzing.

"We heard you and Boss took care of the traitors and thieves," Luke says as soon as I pick up the phone, hardly pausing to confirm it's me.

"You even destroyed the Aether Core together! Good job!" Kieran exclaims, his enthusiasm spilling through the receiver. Meanwhile, Sylus methodically takes out the gun he gifted me earlier, silently disassembling and cleaning it.

"Just wanted to let you know we cleaned up at The Nest. No one will be causing us trouble anymore, so let's plan another round of drinks soon," Luke continues.

"Wait, when did you...?" I ask, realization dawning—this must have been their assignment from Sylus while I was with him. Kieran still owes me a few rounds, so that sounds good to me.

"Boss told us to handle it. He knows how much you enjoy the drinks there! He said—" Kieran starts, his excitement palpable, but is abruptly interrupted by Sylus.

"See you later." Sylus' tone leaves no room for argument.

"B-boss?! I didn't mean to—" Kieran stammers, but before he can dig himself deeper, I swiftly end the call saving him from digging himself in a deeper hole. Kieran you owe me another one.

"So... what do we do now?" I ask, glancing at our linked hands.

"Chop it off," he replies nonchalantly.

"But it seems to be some sort of energy linkage. Can we even physically attack it?" I ask looking at the link.

"I meant your finger," he says, a dry humor in his voice that makes my eyes widen.

"Or you can always take a break from your crow form for a while and work on your fighting skills. You seem to get hurt quite a lot. You might need to get trained as a Hunter as you seem a bit rusty. Either way I have more than enough time to solve this problem with you." He says looking up at me from cleaning the gun.

"My crow form feels like part of who I am now, and I've had my Hunter ID for ages. I'm sure Luke or Kieran can reactivate it, but that would be such a hassle," I groan, flinging my head back against the seat. The life of a Hunter feels so tedious—why would I want to return to that?

"Unless it's your order." I ask, peeking at him from the corner of my eye.

"Never mind. With your current level of resonance, it won't last long anyway. But be ready for a punishment once you heal," he says, making me shiver as anxiety trickles down my spine about what he might have planned for me this time.

"By the way, before I started resonating with you again, I saw a strange vision... or maybe a memory?" I ask, and he looks away, avoiding my gaze.

"It's not a big deal. From now on, you'll start seeing more things like that," he replies, still not looking at me.

"So that was real?" I question, noting the fleeting pained look in his eyes before it vanishes.

"If I say yes, will you apologize for forgetting?" he says, trying to keep the mood light. I frown and place my free hand on his cheek and he leans into my touch closing his eyes.

"Meph, this world is different from what you know, but I'm not really in the mood to share stories right now," he says, opening his eyes again. With a gesture of his hand and his Evol he brings the brooch I was wearing earlier back to him and hands it to me.

"You should keep this on, it suits you," he adds as I run my thumb over the red jewel.

"We should start planning our next move once we get back. Then we can talk about your punishment and what I'll get from our deal that brought you here," he says, standing up and pulling me with him.

"Wait! You said you didn't want anything!" I exclaim defensively and he chuckles.

"I said not to worry about it, not that there was nothing for me," he teases, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Never make a deal so open-ended next time you might end up striking a deal with the devil," he grins.

"Thanks for the warning. I'll be more careful next time," I grumble, despite the amusement creeping into my voice.

"In any case, until we resolve the resonance issue you'll have to remain in your human form for now. Our guest will be leaving soon, she's no longer of use to us now that you've absorbed the Aether Core," he says. As we step outside, I notice the dust has finally settled in the distance, but the deal with Sylus lingers like a silent turbulent mist.

A weight settles upon me as I find myself plummeting into an abyss within the blink of an eye. The doors of memory swing wide, unleashing something long buried. The world around me transforms into a post-apocalyptic landscape, seemingly frozen in time—I recognize it as a place I glimpsed before. The scenery shifts then to a grim desolate expanse where ash dances in the wind and the ground is a dark canvas of volcanic rock with molten light spilling through its cracks.

At the confluence of the entwined timelines, I hear it. A faint yet distant heartbeat, echoing through the stillness of eternity. 

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A/N:

I could have posted this in two parts but I was determined to catch up to the main storyline this weekend. As you can tell this was a very long chapter. Next post should be Wednesday which will be a shorter chapter. Zayne should be seen in the next chapter! Is anyone even interested in guest star appearances of Zayne, Xavier, and Rafayel? I kinda want to include them a little bit more but I don't know may be a while or not. Also the explanation of Mephisto's Evol should be explained next chapter so don't come after my head please :')

Chapter heavily based off of Long-Awaited Revelry Chapter 02 Breakthrough: Part 07-12

Read/Played in order:

1. End of Long-Awaited Revelry Chapter 02 Breakthrough: Part 07: Roleplay

2. End of Long-Awaited Revelry Chapter 02 Breakthrough: Part 08: Undercurrents

3. End of Long-Awaited Revelry Chapter 02 Breakthrough: Part 09: Rising Curtains

4. End of Long-Awaited Revelry Chapter 02 Breakthrough: Part 10: Abandoned Memory

5. End of Long-Awaited Revelry Chapter 02 Breakthrough: Part 11: Battle

6. End of Long-Awaited Revelry Chapter 02 Breakthrough: Part 12: Resonance's Power

Thank you for reading! 

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Does anyone knkw where i can find or has links to stories involving Sylus or Zayne or Rafayel x Reader where Reader is not MC?? im finding it so rare on ao3 and tumblr that it breaks my heart💔

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Chapter 9. Midnight Stealth

I stared at the flickering digits of my phone clock, anxiety twisting in my gut as the seconds slipped away—only three minutes till midnight. The closer I approached his room the more my palms were sweating. Who was I kidding, like I could create a mental barrier in three measly hours. I paused outside his study, heart racing, when I spotted the Heroine lurking just ahead—her gun cocked and ready, poised between determination and despair as he opened the door.

"This time for sure, I'll..." she began, but Sylus' exasperated sigh cut her off.

"...I know. I'll go now." She says defeated before turning around and walking out his front door.

"I told you not to be late." He grins, closing the distance, and I look at my phone. It's only a minute past midnight.

"No, that's not fair she was here! She would have seen me!" I retorted, my hand instinctively raised in protest.

"That's not my problem," he shot back, a teasing glint in his eyes as he pulled me into his room. The fireplace crackled softly, flames dancing like whispers in the night, and as I stared into the mesmerizing glow, a nagging sense of something lost flickered just beyond my grasp, teasing me with the promise of forgotten truths. I feel like I'm forgetting something, something important but I can't seem to place my finger on it.

"Come here," he beckons, his arm outstretched like a lifeline, and I grasp his hand almost instinctively. In that heartbeat, time seems to suspend, an eerie déjà vu washing over me. This sort of moment makes me feel like this isn't the first time I've done this before, perhaps in another lifetime.

"When are you going to let her find the brooch?" I ask, feeling the surprising coolness of his hand against my skin, a stark contrast to the warmth I had come to expect.

"Her and I had a deal, but you and I can make one as well," he replies, our gazes locking in a moment heavy with unspoken tension.

"What deal would you have me make?" I ask, my curiosity mingled with uncertainty, and after a brief pause, he considers.

"If you take the brooch from me first, you can come with me to the auction instead," he proposes, his fingers trailing a slow path up my arm, igniting a shiver of reluctant desire that dances down my spine.

"What if I don't want to go?" I challenge, my eyes dropping to the floor, but he draws me in closer. He tilts my chin upward, forcing me to meet his gaze that melts me. As his right eye begins to glow, a shadow of power flickers in the air between us. Suddenly, I hear it—a voice echoing in my mind, familiar yet distorted, sounding eerily like my own.

Sylus, please live.

You have to live!

Don't let her devour you!

He releases my chin, surprise flickering across his face and I clutch my head as a sharp pain surges through my temple.

"What was that?" I inquire. Confusion lacing my words when I catch a glimpse of his pained expression, a rare sight.

"Nothing but a distant nightmare," he brushes off too quickly, a response that feels uncharacteristically dismissive.

"What did you see?" I press, and he tenderly brushes the ends of my short hair, each touch igniting an unfamiliar warmth that contradicts the familiarness it feels at the same time.

"Your desires, have you forgotten already?" he replies, sinking onto his bed and with a swift motion he pulls me down beside him. I attempt to pull away, but he holds me firmly against his body wrapping a blanket around us with a fluid wave of his hand employing his Evol.

"If you don't want to go tomorrow, what do you want?" he asks, his words deep and earnest. I pause, aware of the rapid rhythm of his heartbeat, which sounds as if it's in a frantic race.

"I never said I didn't want to go," I responded, pinching the bridge of my nose. The headache doesn't seem to be subsiding and appears to be getting worse. Sylus places his cool hand on my forehead, a soothing gesture.

"The brooch is first come, first serve," he states, and as my eyes flutter shut, I can't shake the looming thought that this could upset the natural order of things. After all, wasn't he destined for the Heroine? My mind grows muddled, the edges of consciousness blurring as I drift into a reluctant sleep.

The world around me feels like it's engulfed in flames, a hellscape where ash rains from the sky like a mournful blessing. Distorted echoes of screams and thunderous explosions ripple through the air, intensifying the chaos that swirls around me. I scan the scene, my heart plummeting as I spot Sylus in his true form with a sword piercing his chest. Panic tightens its grip on me, rendering my feet as heavy as lead, yet I force myself to run toward him. The Heroine stands enraptured, seemingly lost in a trance while I drop to my knees. I wrap my arms around his waist, my body trembling with despair.

Tears prick at the corners of my eyes and the edges of my vision blur as I take in the horrifying sight. Blood streaming down his back, pooling around us like a cruel reminder of fate's designs.

Sylus mumbles something, but the words are drowned out by the chorus of anguish and devastation that surrounds us. I can't let this happen. I refuse to let history repeat itself.

"Mephisto, wake up." A voice pierces the haze, pulling me back to the present. I blink against the dim light, finding myself lying on my back while Sylus gently wipes the sweat from my brow with a cool towel.

"You had a nightmare, I thought it best to wake you." he murmurs, his voice soothing my fear and anxiety I feel. I sit up slowly, gratitude flooding through me to be out of that nightmare.

"Thanks," I reply, offering a meek smile as he tucks a stray strand of hair behind my ear with an intimacy that unnerves yet comforts me. Why does he keep doing this?

"What do you get if I take her spot?" I ask, my implication heavy, hinting at more than just the auction.

"Who said it was her spot to begin with?" He counters, crossing his arms. I mean technically it was a game that said so but is that enough? I swore I had seen them together before in our past lives but lately it feels like things are blurring together.

"Don't worry about what I gain from this," he says, and it feels like my stomach is filled with butterflies. I never really thought I could change anything. Can I really change fate? I hardly remember much from the game except for the big auction, getting the Aether Core, and how Sylus and the Heroine were linked by the Evol Linkage, which showed they were meant to be together because Fate wanted to strengthen their bond. But what if I took her place? Would everything stay the same, or would everything shift entirely?

"Don't think too hard, your fever finally broke. I don't want it to go back up, or the deal's off, and you won't be going—whether you find the brooch first or not." He says this as I stare at him for a moment. Sylus is worth it. No matter if he and the Heroine were destined, I would do anything to save him. He deserves happiness after everything he's faced and all he's done for me.

"You have a deal. If I get the brooch before her, you let me go in her stead." I met his gaze, my determination renewed. He pats my head, and his hand feels warm. I grasp his hand and press it to my cheek.

"And the little bird acts like a kitten once more," he says, brushing his thumb over my cheek and chuckling lightly.

"You're one to talk," I shoot back, then gently return his hand to his side. I stand up, and he steps to follow me.

"I look forward to seeing this new determination of yours," he says as I grab the handles. My cheeks flush as I take this as him cheering me on.

"Wait," we have an unexpected guest. I sigh before transforming into my crow form and flying to the perch across from the window. The sunlight begins to flow through the window. I hear a gasp as the Heroine is caught by Sylus and brought to her knees once more. He walks over to his bookshelf of vinyl collections before deciding on one and placing it in his vintage gramophone.

"Have I underestimated your determination or overestimated your intellect?" he muses, a sly smile tugging at his lips.

"You're the one who suggested a deal. But now you're making things difficult—" she retorts, her gaze dropping to the floor.

"You'll have to work harder," he replies, stepping closer. Grabbing her wrist, he starts to pull her towards the door.

"L-let go...! What are you doing?" she protests, struggling against his firm grip.

"Leave, I'm going to bed," he states, pushing her out of the room with an air of finality.

"You?!" she yells back, a mix of anger and disbelief etched across her face.

"You too," he adds, glancing at me. I roll my eyes, flapping my wings in resignation as I exit the room, gliding down the hall. I catch sight of Luke and Kieran in the dining room and shift back to my human form, snagging a shiny red apple from the counter before sinking into a seat to gather my thoughts.

"Where have you been, Meph?" Kieran asks, lounging casually on the table, while Luke settles into the seat across from him.

"You've been gone so long that we ended up making a whole set of emoticons based on your crow form," Luke adds, his tone exasperated and playful.

"Just the usual—battling with my own morality, you know?" I respond, taking a crunchy bite of the juicy apple.

"When are we going to hang out and play?" Luke presses, and I pause feeling a little guilty, realizing it has indeed been a while since we all spent time together.

"How would you both feel if I needed to be a bit busy for a little while longer? Like, say, attending the auction instead of our... guest?" I ask, hesitantly glancing up at them.

"You and the boss?! Hell yeah! You owe me $100!" Luke exclaims, slapping Kieran playfully on the back.

"Wait, but have any of you confessed or kissed?" Kieran cuts in, blocking Luke's playful hits as curiosity sparking in their eyes.

"What?! No, what are you talking about?" I stammer, my bright red face betraying me completely. They both freeze for a moment and exchange knowing glances, the realization hitting them hard.

"Well, it sounds like you both have a long way to go. We'll support you, Meph, no matter what you choose. You're like our little sister, and we know just how much the Boss cares about you," Luke reassures, his voice warm and encouraging.

"Then... Can you give a girl some help?" I ask, rising from my seat and sauntering over to the bookshelf, running my fingers along the spines until my gaze settles on a title.

"What do you need help with?" Kieran inquires, curiosity piqued.

"Well, if I'm going to compete against her, I might need to give this a shot," I declare, handing the book Humanity & Conquest to Luke. They both lean forward, resting their hands under their chins, as if caught in a cinematic moment, oohing and ahhing like they're in some Deadpool movie.

"Can you distract her for a bit?" I ask, walking around the table and wrapping my arms around their necks, pulling them in close with a conspiratorial grin. The playful camaraderie fills the room, a sense of mischief igniting in the air.

"I need two hours, I have to get that brooch off Sylus and I know exactly where it is." I say walking towards the front door.

"You want some Evol-sealing handcuffs and a tranquilizer gun?" Kieran jokes, casually sliding a pair of ordinary-looking cuffs along with a vibrant blue and pink gun that resembles anything but a tranquilizer onto the table. I pivot back, examining the cuffs with a raised eyebrow.

"Those aren't Evol-sealing handcuffs; did you forget I was locked up once?" I reply, sliding them back across the table with an incredulous smirk.

"And as for the gun, I know for damn sure if you think you can pass off regular handcuffs as Evol-sealing, then that 'tranquilizer' gun is surely just as questionable," I add, shaking my head in disbelief before facing the door once more.

"I told you she wasn't going to fall for it!" Luke bellows with a hearty laugh. A smile tugs at my lips as I exit, striding down the corridor towards the roof door. The sunlight warms my skin, and I inhale deeply, feeling invigorated. I whip out a long blade from my leg strap and slice through my hair; it tumbles to the floor with a soft thud, transforming into a cascade of black feathers. Once I'm satisfied, I sheath the blade and slap my cheeks, letting the sharp sting jolt me awake. Let's do this.

Descending the stairs of the fire escape, I make my way to the door that leads directly into Sylus' room. Quietly, I push it open, and gentle music wafts through the air, wrapping around me like a silken cloak. Peering inside, I find the only illumination coming from the flickering fireplace, casting dancing shadows that create an intimate, almost surreal atmosphere.

Sylus is gently resting, propped upright against the bed's headboard. His breaths are deep and even, creating a calming rhythm in the stillness of the room. I approach him quietly, noting the pained expression etched on his face. Instinctively, my hand reaches out to touch his cheek, and I feel his tension melt slightly under my fingers. I guess I'm not the only one struggling with nightmares.

I remove my hand and reach towards the area I had hidden the brooch before. I gently search around the edge of his left collar. A flutter of anxiety grips me, scared that I'm too late and the Heroine has found it before me but those thoughts wash away the moment my fingers feel a cold sharp edge of the brooch. I unpin it and once in view I can see the red jewel in the middle with a crow on top, my thumb trails over it. My thumb glides over its surface, a sense of familiarity stirring within me. I know I don't have the luxury of time to dwell on it. Just as I begin to retreat, an arm snakes around my waist, pulling me back and making me gasp.

"What?!" I exclaim, looking up to find Sylus' ruby eyes locked onto mine with a mischievous glint. Oh shit.

"Well, well, it looks like a little bird has been ensnared," he says, grinning wickedly, and my eyes widen in astonishment.

"Wait, what—" I begin, but he lets out a low chuckle that echoes through the air like a ripple.

"Don't worry, I won't go back on what I promised you," he assures, his hand brushing against the brooch I clutch tightly against my chest, sending a surge of electricity coursing through me.

"However, you chose to enter a monster's den, so you must pay the price," he murmurs, drawing me closer. My hands instinctively land on his chest, and before I can comprehend the force of his intentions, he pushes me back, sending me tumbling onto the bed. I'm momentarily surprised by how easily he relinquished his grip, but the gleam in his eyes reveals a predatory delight, as if he's found new prey. I attempt to crawl off the bed, only to have him effortlessly toss me back down, pinning my arms above my head while settling himself between my legs.

"You know, you've always been quite skilled at running away," he whispers in my ear, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down my spine as his gaze zeroes in on my lips.

"When have I ev—" Before I can finish, we both hear footsteps halt just outside the door. With a flick of his hand, a quiet click echoes in the air, ensuring security against any interruption. The Heroine tries to open the door, her frustration evident as the handle rattles without giving way.

"Sylus—" I start, but he silences me with a hush, his lips brushing against my ear, igniting a current of tension between us.

"Shhh, unless you want her to hear us," he breathes, just as the Heroine's irritated voice filters through the door.

"Ugh are you serious? Just when I got the Evol-sealing handcuffs and tranquilizer gun from Luke and Kieran," she says. I stifle a laugh, placing my hands over my mouth as Sylus looks on, amusement flickering in his gaze. The door shakes again under her relentless attempts, and in that moment, he seizes the brooch from my grasp, making me gasp in surprise.

"Don't move," he whispers, studying the brooch with a slight smile. His hands casually brush against the fabric of my shirt, and my heart races, praying he won't notice the quickened beat beneath his fingers as he positions the brooch carefully on me.

"The auction is about to start, but what will happen after that..." he trails off, and I can't help but grab his hand gently, the thrill of the unknown swirling around us.

"I'm ready for whatever is going to happen," I declare. His thumb tenderly brushes against my cheek with a soft smile gracing his lips, igniting a flicker of hope amongst the impending chaos.

"...Deal. Try not to lose this brooch, there are quite a lot of people who would do anything to get their hands on it." he says. He pats my head, a gentle gesture that belies the intensity of his gaze. His words send a chill down my spine as I try to process the enormity of the situation. He stands up and turns to leave but his eyes don't leave mine.

"I'll go deal with that one, you go start to get ready." The words hang in the air. My heart starts to race as I realize this is the first step towards changing our fate or fighting fate. 

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A/N:

This chapter is heavily based off of Midnight Stealth: Bond Story

Read/Played in order:

1. Midnight Stealth: Bond Story

Next chapter should hopefully be a long one as we get back to the main storyline. Thank you all for supporting my fanfic!

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Chapter 8. Agreement

******A/N: This chapter designed to be played and read side by side.  Long-Awaited Revelry Chapter 02 Breakthrough: Part 06: Agreement  and then the first few minutes of Midnight Stealth*****

Sylus hands the Heroine a tablet and a USB.

"By the way, those guys who tried to capture me back at Elysium... were they actually traitors who used to work in Onychinus? They also mentioned a "Mr. Sherman." Who's that?" The Heroine asks.

"Why are you interested in a dead person?" Sylus shares a glance with me before responding. He casually discards fragments of my damaged wing, causing me to wince, while the Heroine appears to ponder something.

"...They must also be after the Aether Core in my body. In a way, your conflict involves me." She asserts firmly. I can't help but think she's half right, yet not entirely accurate.

"No, you left me behind on purpose as bait, didn't you? So you could clean up?" She says hesitantly before turning at him. Sylus and I exchange glances.

"You're the one who offered yourself as bait first!" I argue back but all that's heard is a caw.

"It doesn't matter how deep your hatred is. You've cursed me enough. Get over it. Besides, it was an accident. I didn't mean to injure you. Also, you were stalking me earlier. Even if I did it on purpose, you deserve it." she shoots back crossing her arms glaring at me, her words stinging deeper than I anticipated. Feeling a surge of betrayal, I realize these misunderstandings stem from her ignorance of my true dedication to her, my true identity. However, it's not like she would remember me even if I was in my human form and she doesn't comprehend most of what I say in crow form anyway.

But was she always like this... such a... bitch? The fact that I'm hearing her say that I deserve being injured just because I made the split decision to follow her which also ended up saving her life but it's not like I was even ordered to follow her, this time, at least.

"You can scold me directly, if you want." Sylus says interjecting between me and the Heroine. Under the hazy light Sylus gives me a gentle look knowing how what she said hurt me. There's an awkward silence in the air before the Heroine clears her throat shifting the topic elsewhere.

"When we first met, you said we were 'the same.' You... probably have an Aether Core inside you, too." She says and I look back at him. How much did he reveal to her?

"Mine is in my heart. Yours... Is it in your eye?" she inquires, not quite right, and Sylus pauses before looking down at me. I shake my head subtly, signaling now isn't the right time to tell her.

"Sure. Think of it like that." he concedes.

"My Aether Core doesn't seem to be any different from a normal Protocore, though. It's not very useful. But that's not the case with yours." The Heroine says and Sylus stops moving his hands for a moment, looking at her with a blank expression. How could she say her Aether Core isn't useful? If she only knew...

"It helps me see what people want the most. It exposes the desires that they refuse to admit." Sylus reveals to her. The intensity of their gaze inspires a familiar discomfort. I turn away, realizing how misguided my earlier thoughts were about Sylus and me. Such mundane thoughts I let pass through my mind.

"Have you gone mad?" Sylus asks, startling me. Sylus inches closer, nearly brushing his eyelashes against her cheek.

"I... I'm sorry. I just wanted to get a closer look at your Aether core." she stammers, looking away thinking for a moment.

"You like it when people do that...?" She says meeting his gaze and takes a deep breath.

"Didn't you want to resonate with me? Do you want to try again?" she says breaking the awkward silence before seizing his hand fervently. My heart sinks.

"Come on. I'll use both hands this time." She insists. I glare at Sylus frustrated that he remains unfazed by her advances. It seems as if she's reeled him in again, and I struggle to suppress my mounting anger.

"He looks good. He looks good. He looks good..." The Heroine chants to herself as if trying to encourage her to somehow like him.

"I can hear you talking." He responds dryly to her muttered praises.

"Enjoy it. This is one of the two good things I can think about you." She sheepishly says. Of course, she finds him attractive—who wouldn't? My gaze fixates on their hands intertwined, unable to divert my thoughts. I try to move away from them but Sylus' free hand is still holding me from leaving.

"You already know I entered the N09 Zone to get the Aether Core that's at the auction. And since you want to resonate with me. I have an idea. I don't know if I should say it, though." She says.

"Then don't." He coolly says while looking down at me. There's something in his eyes that I can't read but I don't understand it. Why won't he just let me go?

"But I can't resonate with you because I reject you on a subconscious level. That means my Evol is controlled by my emotions." She says and I think back to what I warned of Sylus before he had gone to the Shopkeeper. Ha, I told you so.

"Changing a person's feelings might be difficult, but it won't be that hard... I think. " She says letting go of his hand and crossing her arms. She's right about that, I'm sure she'll change her mind over whatever love interest she is currently invested in to go back to Sylus. I should be happy for him, but I just feel a sort of emptiness instead.

"There's an easy solution right in front of us. Help me get the Aether Core and ensure my safety by escorting me out of the N109 Zone. You'll be able to use me as bait to clean up, right?" she asserts, her confidence gleaming in her eyes.

"It's almost as if your face is saying you're doing me a huge favor." Sylus says, raising an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

"I don't know why you insist on resonating with me, but as long as you're willing to help me, I'll help you." She says earnestly but Sylus just looks at her indifferently.

"That's not enough," he responds.

"Then what do you want? Should I beg? I can do it." Her brow furrows at the challenge. I can vaguely remember where this is headed because of the game.

"Or we could do this. "Sylus suddenly opens the bottom drawer and pulls out a jewel-encrusted crow brooch.

"If you can take this from me within 24 hours, I'll agree to your terms." His voice is calm yet charged with a challenge, leaving the air thick with anticipation and the promise of stakes that are suddenly much higher.

"Do you test people before you work with them? Are you testing my skills? My intelligence? Or my values?" She demands, annoyance etched across her features. Sylus glances down at me, and I can't help but roll my eyes. I've been through that gauntlet before, and it was very much all of the above. Seizing the moment, she lunges for the brooch while he's distracted by my presence, but before she can lay a finger on it, he reacts with startling speed, the brooch vanishing as if it had never existed.

"Only when you have a bargaining child can you make a deal." He states matter-of-factly, rising to his full height while still cradling me in his hands.

"And since you're the one who proposed this, use your own methods. You should be thankful the goal is clear enough this time." He adds with a hint of mockery before heading toward the elevator, pressing the button for our penthouse on the top floor of the building. As the doors slides shut, I shift back into my human form, curiosity piqued.

"What was all that about?" I inquire, stretching my arms as I survey my metal limb, noticing how Sylus has expertly repaired the damaged parts and the prosthetic skin begins to cover it, hiding the metal parts from the world to see. Before I can fully appreciate his handiwork, Sylus suddenly presses his body against mine, pinning me against the wall of the elevator. My breath hitches as the warmth radiating from him sends a surge of adrenaline through my veins.

"Now we are going to discuss your punishment." He murmurs lowly, the words sending a shiver down my spine.

"Um, on second thought, never mind." I stammer, instinctively starting to shift back into my crow form, but he grips my arm, preventing my escape. Just as the elevator dings, I spot my chance. I duck low and bolt from his hold, sprinting as fast as my legs will carry me.

"Mephisto!" I can hear Sylus' thunderous voice echoing through the corridor as I sprint down the hall. I'm mere seconds from reaching my room when I see Sylus materialize in front of me, his eyes blazing with an intensity that makes my heart flutter. I slam into his body, and he wraps his arms around me, lifting me off the ground as he effortlessly transports me into his unit.

"No!" I scream in surprise, struggling to free myself from his grip. But it's too late; he slams the door shut behind us, trapping me inside. He strides past the kitchen, his footsteps echoing through the silent space before disappearing into his bedroom.

"Sylus, can we please talk about this?" I plead and he tosses me on the bed and stares at me. He walks away and I manage to catch a glimpse of him as he tosses his shirt aside, revealing a chiseled torso glistening with a fine layer of sweat. My face grows hot as my gaze drifts down his chest, my eyes involuntarily drawn to the rippling muscles that seem to shift beneath his skin. I feel my pulse racing as I try to look away, but my eyes linger on the sight of him unbuckling his pants.

"I'm going to take a shower, care to join?" He says nonchalantly as I can hear his clothes drop on the floor along with my jaw.

"N-Nope! I- I'll shower after." I stammer, falling off the bed, mortified by the sudden intimacy of the situation. Sylus just chuckles, his voice dropping with amusement.

"Midnight, come to my room after she leaves attempting to get the brooch." His pants drop to the floor, and I turn away, unable to bear the sight of him standing there. He's almost completely exposed but confidently unapologetic, with only a thin black fabric of his boxers covering himself. Clean thoughts, clean thoughts. Water, moonlight, Holy water.

I feel his fingers tracing a path down my neck, sending shivers coursing through my veins and heat to my face as he pushes my long hair aside, exposing my bare shoulders. I chose today of all days to wear a halter top. His breath whispers against my skin, making me shiver in response. His arms wrap around me once more.

"Don't mistake my kindness for her as anything else, other than the common past we share." He whispers in my ear, holding me close. Tears prick at the corners of my eyes as I struggle to process the intensity of his words. I feel his teeth grazing my shoulder, and I suppress a moan, covering my mouth with a trembling hand.

"Shhh, she'll be here soon. You don't want her to catch you?" He says teasingly.

"After all I did to cover up your gender so even if you end up in your human form in front of her, she wouldn't be able to put together that you can shift to a crow." His breath tickles my ear.

"I'll take a shower first, you stay here. But just so you know she'll be here soon. Here." He says placing the brooch in hand. My thumb runs over the red jewel.

"Hold this for me, until I get out." He says, his eyes never leaving mine. I nod, still trying to process the intensity of the situation. I hear the sound of his boxers falling to the floor, echoing throughout the room. I take a deep breath and try to focus on my surroundings. I shift back into my crow form and sit perched next to the shower, trying not to think about the intimate moment we just shared. But before I can fully compose myself, I hear the sound of running water from the shower.

I close my eyes, trying to maintain my composure but it's hard not to imagine what could have been if I had agreed to join him in the shower. Clean thoughts, clean thoughts, clean thoughts.

As I open my eyes again, I'm met with an unexpected sight. The Heroine is crawling on the floor next to the nightstand. Her eyes scan the surface before she opens the drawer and rummages through its contents, unable to find what she's looking for. She sighs loudly before her eyes scan the room, her gaze falling upon the bed, where Sylus' robe lies neatly folded.

"Huh? Don't tell me..." She approaches it, reaching for the pocket and feeling around the fabric before letting out a defeated sigh.

"Not in this pocket... Or this one either..." The Heroine groans in frustration.

"It's not here or there! It's gone!" She searches around the room more.

"I searched every nook and cranny... Where else could it be?! Did he take it into the bathroom...?" She says talking to herself out loud. My eyes lock onto hers as she closes the drawer and looks up, her gaze meeting mine with a mixture of surprise and suspicion.

"Tell me. Did you eat it?" she demands, her voice dripping with accusation while pointing at me. I remain silent, knowing that responding would only lead to further misinterpretation.

"Yes or no?" She says picking me up and begins shaking me. What the actual fuck, this bitch! I glare at her as she puts me back on the stand I was sitting on. I'm going to kill her. Sylus must have sensed my intrusive thoughts taking over because he suddenly turned off the shower.

"Dammit! I need to hide..." She mutters, but I can't help but chuckle to myself—good luck with that. She darts behind one of Sylus' desks just as he emerges from the shower, a towel draped over his shoulder and another clinging tightly against his waist. The phone rings, and an amused glint flickers in my eyes as I watch the Heroine desperately attempt to escape, relishing the unfolding drama.

"Mr. Sylus, we found a list of all the attendees from that night at The Nest." The voice says after Sylus puts the phone on speaker.

"Hmm," he replies absently, his gaze wandering as the heroine inches closer to eavesdrop.

"About that night..." The voice on the other line starts when I see that the heroine crawls closer to listen but Sylus with trademark sharpness, glances down at her, chuckling, catching her red-handed.

"Mr. Sylus?" The voice on the phone asks, oblivious to the current tension in the room.

"It's nothing. Just a stray cat who happened to barge in." He says and with a casual flick of his wrist, his Evol binds her wrists in a cruel yet playful restraint.

"You didn't need to do that. I'll-" she begins, only to be hoisted into the air by his Evol.

"I-I'll leave you alone now...!" The voice on the phone stammers, clearly misreading the chaotic scene playing out, and with an abrupt click, the call disconnects. He lowers the Heroine gently to the floor, and before I know it, she bolts from the room.

A grin creeps across my face as I shift back into my human form, just in time for Sylus to turn and lock his piercing gaze on me.

"Looks like you'll be quite preoccupied with her for a bit, so I think I'll take my exit," I say warily, making my way toward the fire escape nestled in the shadows at the back of his room. With a wave of his wrist he's transported me onto his bed while he puts on his robe. He tosses me the towel that was once around his neck.

"Dry my hair for me." he demands.

"You're not a child." I retorted, rolling my eyes.

"Should I ask her to come back instead?" He raises an eyebrow, a devilish glint in his gaze. I look at him, narrowing my eyes slightly.

"Sit." I instruct, and he smoothly complies sitting on the edge of the bed. Just as I prepare to position myself behind him, he unexpectedly grabs my arm, pulling me onto his lap with a gentle yet firm grip. I instinctively try to rise, but his arms encircle me, holding me firmly in place despite my glare. A smug smirk dances on his lips as I relent, placing the towel atop his head and drying his hair. A cozy silence envelops us, punctuated only by the shifting of fabric.

"I want you to place the brooch on me, kitten." He says and I freeze remembering how he referred to the Heroine as a cat earlier.

"Don't refer to me as a cat anymore, you can refer to her as that but I'll always be a crow." I assert, my voice steady. He grabs my long hair, placing it against his lips.

"Anything you want, little bird." He says with a grin that ignites an unwelcome warmth in my chest.

"You're done, am I free to leave?" I ask, a light laugh escaping my lips, yet his response is as playful as it is final.

"No, you're staying with me. You also need to hide the brooch for me." He says and in a swift motion, he lifts me and carries me to his study. We settled on the couch, me straddling on his lap and my fingers tracing his chest lightly. I feel his breath hitch beneath my touch, my hand moves to graze the invisible scar etched into his skin where the Heroine's sword once pierced. I can feel the rapid thump of his heart beneath my palm, a nourishing pulse that binds us both in a fragile, charged tension.

"Is this my own heartbeat? It's noisy" He remarks, an amused glimmer in his eye as he takes my hand away from his chest. He pushes a stray strand of hair behind my ear. The closeness sends a heat flush to my cheeks, and I quickly avert my gaze, too embarrassed to maintain eye contact. I grab his reading glasses from the coffee table and put them on him and he smiles.

Suddenly, the door to the study creaks open, and panic surges through me. I jump off his lap and duck behind the couch, my heart racing. I hear the Heroine enter, her movements stealthy, but Sylus is quicker—he lifts her effortlessly with his Evol and cuffs her in one fluid motion before putting her back on the ground.

My own strength falters, a consequence of my Evol being overused earlier alongside my shifting that makes me feel too drained to change forms.

"Get out," Sylus says coldly, and I freeze, momentarily mistaking the command for me until I hear her indignant "Hmph" as she steps away. The sound of the door closing snaps me back, and Sylus then stands, reaching a hand towards me. I grasp it, feeling the warmth of his skin envelop mine as he pulls me up.

"Where are you going to hide the brooch for me?" He inquires. I retrieve the brooch from my back pocket. My eyes lock onto his, a magnetic pull that draws my attention down his neck, before lingering on the contours of his bare chest. Slowly, I step closer, tracing the elegant collar of his robe with my fingers, lifting the right side to pin the brooch beneath it.

"Keep it under your collar. I'm sure she'll find it in no time, I'm sure of it" I say my smile faltering thinking of her getting close. I concerned with the thought Sylus may still be having anxiety attacks of that night from the last time he was with the Heroine during my last life. Not only that but I can vaguely remember vaguely from another previous life that she would come back a few more times and he would eventually let her find it, turning a shared conflict into a moment of intimacy that seemed destined to draw them closer.

I take a step back, feeling his careful gaze on me as I make my way toward the door. I open it, hesitating just for a heartbeat, half-expecting him to call me back, but he remains silent.

"Midnight on the dot, Mephisto," he warns, his voice steady yet layered with unsaid emotions, causing me to pause. My eyes dart to the clock in the corner of the room—only three hours remain. With a newfound determination, I walk out, resolved to create a mental barrier between Sylus and myself and one for my heart.

I have to remind myself to view him as merely a game character or as an old friend I'd known for ages. But as I step away, I can't help but feel the lingering tension, a thread connecting our fates that refuses to sever easily.

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A/N:

This chapter designed to be played and read side by side. PLEASE NOTE NOT ALL CHAPTERS WILL BE PLAY AND READ SIDE BY SIDE. The chapters will note it and the others may be "based" or referenced of the chapters to make sense with my storyline. Thank you for reading my fanfic!

Chapter based off of Long-Awaited Revelry Chapter 02 Breakthrough: Part 06 and the first few minutes of Midnight Stealth

Read/Played in order:

1. End of Long-Awaited Revelry Chapter 02 Breakthrough: Part 06- Agreement

2. Midnight Stealth: Bond Story (first few minutes)

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Chapter 7. Breakthrough

"How did it go with her?" I ask Sylus and he shrugs.

"There's something wrong with her. It's like she can remember but not everything. Almost as if someone has reset her." He says and I furrow my brow, troubled by the implication that her memories could be so fragmentary. The only way she can reset her memories is if she dies and revives.

"The shopkeeper gave her an Evol Stabilizer for now," he continues, "but I've got to handle something else. Can you take care of the rats around here?"

I cross my arms pulling out my blade throwing it with pinpoint accuracy catching the fat rat across the way. I can see some sparks indicating that I've broken whatever mechanism it had inside it's body.

"What's in it for me?" I ask.

"Oh? Bargaining again, are we?" he replies, clearly amused.

"I still need to know what's in it for me before I decide," I reply, tilting my head slightly. "For now, consider that first rat just a sample." He steps closer, blocking my line of sight, and I can almost feel the warmth radiating from him.

"If you manage to catch them all, I'll ensure it's worth your while," he says, leaning in close to my ear. His breath sends a slight shiver down my spine as he whispers.

"I'll take you to that immersive game experience you've been trying to convince Luke and Kieran to attend with you." He says, making my eyes widen in excitement.

"The one on Cloud Island?" I ask eagerly, and he chuckles.

"That's the one," he replies, and at this point, there's no turning back.

"You'd better keep your promise," I say before shifting into a crow. He lifts his finger, letting me perch on it, and gives my head a gentle pat.

"That's a good girl." He says, patting my head. I'm thankful he can't see my blush. I fly up high and begin my hunt while Sylus disappears. The Aether Core in my eye lights up, allowing me to lock onto my target with ease.

I dive down, using my beak to slash at another rat, piercing its belly and yanking out yet another piece of monitoring equipment. The equipment glints in the moonlight as I pull it free, the rat collapsing beneath me. I scan the area, alert for any more targets, at least six more.

The Aether Core still shimmering in my eye, primed for the next strike. The air crackles with energy as I prepare to descend again, eager to continue ruining the plans of the faction that sent these monitors to Sylus and the Heroine. Each successful strike brings a surge of triumph, and I can feel the thrill of the hunt coursing through me. While in the sky I watch the Heroine exit the shopkeeper's workshop confused to find Sylus missing.

******A/N:  This chapter designed to be played and read side by side. At the end of Long-Awaited Revelry Chapter 01 Ambiguous Chaos: Part 08: Hesitation when MC walks out of Shopkeeper's place through the end of Chapter 02 Breakthrough: Part 05: Nightmare Finale*****

"Sylus?" the Heroine asks, her voice tinged with uncertainty as I swoop closer to her, my keen eyes spotting one last rat that had almost slipped away. With a swift dive, I snag the creature in my talons, its glowing red eyes wide with fear. I ascend back to the street light that's been dilapidated for years, keeping a watchful gaze on the Heroine.

I see her scanning the area nervously, her body tense as she searches for threats. Suddenly, a little girl appears, tiptoeing toward her, and it's clear the Heroine remains blissfully unaware until the child is nearly right behind her, the atmosphere crackling with unspoken tension.

"Would you like to buy a flower, Miss?" The girl asks. I watch the Heroine, slightly startled, turn around and frown almost disappointed.

"No, thank you," she replies, her tone firm yet gentle, hoping to dismiss the moment with kindness.

"Would you like a gun, bullets, or a Protocore, then? I have them all," the little girl presses on, her determination unwavering as she clings to the hope of a sale, the contrast of her childlike enthusiasm against the dire world steeped in danger.

"...I don't need those either. " The Heroine says, after what looks like a moment of thought she kneels down to the girl to reach her eye level and taps her basket.

"You know where I can buy some intel, sweetie?" The Heroine asks her and the girl smiles.

"That's easy. Follow me." She answers, their footsteps echo across the empty street.

I tilt my head, deliberating for a moment about whether to follow them. What kind of intel could she be after? Sylus hadn't explicitly instructed me to keep an eye on her—just to deal with the rats—but knowing his feelings for her, I figure it's best to shadow her anyway. A slight pang of pain twinges in my chest but I ignore it.

Breathing heavily, I glance down and see a few bloodstained tufts of gray fur peeking from beneath my metal claws.

With a squeeze, I hear the crunch of twisted metal, a grim confirmation of my kill as well as the destruction of the monitoring equipment inside. I silently spread my wings to follow the Heroine and the little girl.

Glancing down I can see beneath the street light the seven or eight fat rats, all gutted. Mixed with their flesh and blood are more broken pieces metal from monitoring equipment that was inside them. A small sense of pride fills me as I continue onwards to follow them to a building I recognize. I land on the roof across the alleyway and transform into my human form. Grabbing the phone in my pocket I give Sylus a call and he answers on the first ring.

"She's entered Elysium. It also looks like she has company on the way." I say sighing as I watch a few men in black approach the entrance carrying guns. It looks like I didn't get all the rats in time or there was something else watching. I just hope they didn't see me transform into my human form. I was trying to still keep that a secret.

"Might be Sherman" I say and he doesn't say anything.

"Well I'll get a move on then," I say, hanging up the phone. I shift back into my crow form and dive down. I enter the open door and with my razor sharp wings I aim for the leader.

"...What is that?!" The man yells his attention to me. I glance to my left and see the Heroine roll and crawl out of the utility room. Sylus is behind her and yanks her collar but I don't have the time to pay attention. The men begin shooting a spray of bullets across the room. A moment later the people who had fired the shots are strangled by Sylus' Evol and slump to the ground, dead.

The leader of the group begins to panic and a cloud of energy particles gather around him and several Wanderers quickly materialize, rushing straight towards Sylus and the Heroine. I watch as Sylus grabs her wrist and holds her in his arms. He slides his finger over the trigger of her gun, aiming the weapon at the figure in the center of the room and I feel my heart clench again. It doesn't take long for them to defeat the first set of Wanderers and the room is a complete mess with broken objects and overturned tables and chairs strewn about.

Wanderers keep appearing one after another and I strike a few down myself but my small size makes it extremely difficult as I take on a flying Wanderer, Azure Silhouette. It's claws at one point scratching my back causing me to see black for a moment. I can hear a gun fired, and the lights go out.

I transform back into my human form but it's a struggle to complete the shift. I'm sprawled on the bloodied floor and I can hear the Wanderer screech before seeing the specks of energy dissipate above me. Sylus lifts me up by my side.

"Mephisto, do we need to have some Wanderer training for you?" He whispers and I laugh dryly as he leans me against the wall behind a couch.

"Go, I'll be fine." I say sternly pushing his hand away. He pauses for a moment meeting my eyes and it seems he's searching for something. He pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration before putting what appears to be a comms piece in my ear before disappearing and I can hear the Sylus speak.

"Let's make a deal." He says.

"Aren't you going to leave? I can't resonate with you." The Heroine says sounding defensive and Sylus laughs.

"If you'd like to attend the auction tomorrow, stand your ground for five minutes. And should you have the audacity to die on me—" I hear him say coldly before speaking a bit more gently.

"You will actually meet your end," his words reverberate within me, and I feel a strange sense of connection, as if Sylus' warning was meant for me all along. I wince, the warmth of the blood trickling down my back a stark reminder of my own mortality.

Dim neon lights seeps in through the cracks in the windows, illuminating the cold rain. The darkness is eerily still, freezing sound and light. I hold my breath before forcing my body to shift back into its crow form and making my way out the front door passing the few Wanderers in the center of the room.

I caw outside the window flapping my wings and I hear Sylus laugh disdainfully in the ear piece.

"Aim at Mephisto," He says speaking to the Heroine and I narrow my eyes.

"The crow. He's trying to help you." Sylus says and I turn around to face the Heroine glad Sylus is aware of my plan. But HE, who is he calling a HE? The Heroine aims her gun at my eyes and as she fires I redirect her bullets to the Wanderers on the floor. I can hear them dissipate one after another however, the last bullet I didn't catch in time and I can feel a sharp pain in my wing. The Heroine appears to be calling for Sylus but before I can caw to grab her attention, energy surrounds me transporting me back to the base where within another few minutes Sylus and the Heroine show up on his motorcycle. 

Sylus appears to be ignoring me so I decide to get the attention of the Heroine. Propping my body with one wing I open my beak cawing loudly at the Heroine. She picks me up, glancing me over and I feel a wave of anger, regret, and sadness wash over me.

"Did you break your wing? I guess you're not bulletproof..." She says.

"No shit" I respond back but she can only hear a caw sound instead of my words.

"Did I accidentally hit you?" She asks.

"Yes, you did! " I screech.

"Don't tell me you're upset." She says, annoyed.

"Of course I'm upset! I was already injured and decided to help you but you shot me!" I caw at her.

"You're saying it's my fault then?!" She yells back and I feel like I'm about to lose it.

"What kind of Heroine are you to have such a shitty aim?!" I wish for a moment she could understand me.

"What happened?" Sylus asks, approaching us holding a glass of wine. His eyes go over her face before landing on mine.

"Sylus... why did you refer to me as a male earlier" I coo. Knowing he only has an idea of what I say in my crow form.

"He's saying his wing is broken. He's disabled now." The Heroine says confidently and I hold myself from pecking her eyes out.

"You learned how to speak bird in just a few hours?" He asks the Heroine.

"I'm just explaining the situation on his behalf." She says and I have a feeling that he's not going to correct that I am indeed female. Sylus takes me out of the Heroine's hands and gently heals the scratches on my back first with his fingers.

"Okay, I'll admit I might have accidentally injured your pet. How should I compensate you?" The Heroine says and I'm baffled. Did she just say I was his pet?! Alright, Heroine or not, I'm going to kill her. I struggle in Sylus' hands for a moment.

"His name is Mephisto." He says correcting her.

"He gets very upset if you call him a pet." Sylus warns and I feel a sense of relief and stop my struggling. Sylus looks at my broken wing before glancing at the Heroine.

"Did something strange happen before they attacked?" He asks and I can see the Heroine is visibly upset.

"You should ask Mephisto what happened. You made him follow me around for observation." She says and Sylus looks at me and I look away knowing that technically wasn't what happened.

"True." He says and I look back at Sylus surprised. He's covering for me?

"... You're not going to deny it?" The Heroine asks, sounding as equally surprised as myself. Sylus purposefully leans forward, his eyes shining like rippling, cold liquid.

"Were you hoping I'd be flustered if you exposed me?" He says taunting the Heroine.

"We're in the N109 Zone, sweetie. Whether you're with me or by yourself, you can't escape my influence. Please don't be delusional." He says coldly and I look away. I really wish I wasn't in between them right now.

"... I'm not the only one who's delusional. Isn't a certain someone hoping I dislike him less so I can resonate with him?" She retorts and Sylus snorts. Sylus puts his attention back to me and fiddles with my broken wing using his Evol to heal the hole in my arm and fix a few other injuries. He takes a sip of his drink, then places the glass in the Heroine's hand. She tries to put it down somewhere when Sylus suddenly turns around, walking to the other side of the room calling her over.

"Hurry up," he says and she looks confused.

"Bring me more wine," He says, treating her like a servant.

"Am I a bar to you?" She asks incredulously.

"Compared to you, a bar is more obedient." He says, rolling his eyes. With me still in his hands, Sylus reaches the elevator in a few steps. He turns to see that the Heroine hasn't caught up to him, he beckons for her with his hand that's holding me.

"Get me wine and I'll give you more info. Meet me on the 6th floor." He says before the elevator doors close on her bewildered face. He looks down at me and I try to transform fully but I can only transform half way making myself look like a harpy.

"She shot in the same spot as mechanical parts reach my elbow so I can't bend my arm or wing." I say weakly and he holds me tightly when the elevator dings indicating we've reached the floor he wanted. He walks in still holding me princess style while my good arm or wing technically is over his shoulder.

"I can't keep switching forms right now." I say leaning my head in the crook of his neck and he sits on the black sofa.

"You can't keep getting hurt, Meph. I'm serious. I'm going to punish you the next time you get hurt." He says with a calm seriousness.

"Did you take care of Sherman?" I ask him, trying to change the subject. He lifts my chin with his fingers.

"Mephisto." He says and his right eye begins to glow. I try to turn my head but his grip prevents me from doing so. He tilts his head toward mine, nearly grazing his lips against my own.

"Are you interested in this? Well, you're welcome to visit my bedroom after dawn, kitten. If you dare." He says and my face feels like it's on fire.

"Kitten?" I ask, trying to ignore his implication.

"You act more like a cat than a bird," He says brushing his nose against mine.

"Always running away from me, just when I think I have you." He whispers and I hold my breath.

Ding.

The elevator rings indicating the Heroine has just arrived on our floor. I shift back into my crow form fully and Sylus looks disappointed. I close my eyes. What the hell is going on? Am I crazy here or does Sylus have a thing for me?

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A/N:

This chapter designed to be played and read side by side. 

Chapter based off of Long-Awaited Revelry Chapter 01 Ambiguous Chaos: Part 08,  Long-Awaited Revelry Chapter 02 Breakthrough: Part 01-06

Read/Played in order:

1. End of Long-Awaited Revelry Chapter 01 Ambiguous Chaos: Part 08: Hesitation

2. Long-Awaited Revelry Chapter 02 Breakthrough: Part 01: Alone

3. Long-Awaited Revelry Chapter 02 Breakthrough: Part0 2: Night Raid

4. Long-Awaited Revelry Chapter 02 Breakthrough: Part 03: Battle

5. Long-Awaited Revelry Chapter 02 Breakthrough: Part 04: The First Deal

6. Long-Awaited Revelry Chapter 02 Breakthrough: Part 05: Nightmare Finale

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Chapter 6. Desire

I watched the night sky as a heavy weight settled in my chest, each twinkling star a reminder of moments lost and dreams unfulfilled. The cold breeze whispers through the city, echoing my thoughts of solitude and yearning. It's as if the universe holds its breath, and I'm left to ponder the fragility of existence, the silent stories woven into the fabric of the cosmos above the bustling world below.

I feel a slight twinge of jealousy of the ignorant people who have no idea the horrors that lie past the Deepspace Tunnel and can live a simple life below with more mundane problems. In this stillness, the beauty of it all feels bittersweet, a stark contrast to the ache in my heart, as I search for solace in the shimmering darkness that stretches infinitely above me, far from the noise and chaos of life.

"The moon is beautiful, isn't it?" A voice says behind me, pulling my gaze from the night sky. My eyes darted up to see the clouds gently parting, moving out of the way of the moon's path. The moonlight bathes the rooftop in soft light, illuminating the contours of familiar buildings and casting long shadows that mingle with the darkness. I can feel Sylus standing next to me and I lean my head against his side.

"I can die happy," I responded, not taking my eyes off of the moon. He laughs gently stroking my head as his fingers linger at the end of my short hair.

"You're gonna live for a long time in this life," he says under his breath. I look up with curious eyes but he doesn't say anymore.

"Any update?" I ask, meeting his gaze and there is an emotion there I can't seem to put my finger on.

"No, it's been three days and nothing. I plan on taking her to the shopkeeper to see if we can try another way to get the resonance going." He says and I can see his eyes darken a little.

"She doesn't remember us; she doesn't remember you. She's probably disgusted by you thinking you're part of the reason her family is dead or scared of you," I say gently, wanting to soften the blow.

"Ha! Her scared of me? Disgusted by me? That's laughable, Meph!" he replies, ruffling my hair with a grin, but I swat at his hand, annoyance creeping in.

"Hey! It was just an idea! I mean, I resonated with her before, back then—" I stop speaking and stand up, wrapping my arms around myself as I fight the wave of dread that envelops me, tugging at the threads of a pleasant memory I wish to keep buried. The rooftop, with its shimmering stars and moonlit glow, feels like a fragile cocoon, and I struggle to hold onto the warmth while confronting the haunting shadows of what once was.

"I'm fine!" I retort, raising my hands defensively, my voice sharper than I intended. A flicker of hurt flashes across his face, but it's gone almost instantly, replaced by a hardened expression that makes my stomach twist. I wish I could take back my sharpness, but the weight of my feelings feels too heavy to unload right now. My eyes drift to his chest and I can see a bullet hole in his chest and my eyes widen.

"Meph," Sylus begins, his weary, concerned expression causing me to instinctively take a step back.

"Who shot you in the chest?!" I yell, my frustration pushing me forward until he takes a step back, laughter escaping him, but it's dry and lacking joy.

"Can you believe she still wants to kill me? After all that," he muses, his gaze drifting off into the distance like he's trying to escape the pain of that truth.

"You know it's because of the aether core," I reply gently, hoping to bridge the growing rift between us. I take a small step closer.

"Two seconds ago, you gagged at just the thought of a memory with her, and now you're defending her?" he counters, his voice rising, and I flinch. He's right. I can feel the hypocrite I've become, torn between the trauma of the past that haunts me and the loyalty I feel for the Heroine that was once the closest friend one could be before my memories that this was all from some mobile game.

"She's gonna be with us for a while, so figure out whatever you need to," he says, turning to head for the door, and my heart sinks.

"I'll be on your side," he adds, but I must be mistaken. On my side? I can't shake the feeling that he'll always be hers, regardless of the tangled circumstances, and that reality eats away at me like acid. His heart, no matter how close I might get, will never fully belong to me—it will always beat for someone else, leaving me with the painful reminder that I'm just an echo in his life, never the main melody.

I stare at my left metal arm, letting out a heavy sigh of defeat as I walk down the stairs, my eyes lingering on the withered flowers in the crystal vases, a reflection of my own withering feelings. Once I enter my room, I collapse onto the bed, hoping for a few hours of oblivion, but it's short-lived as a knock on the door interrupts my thoughts. Luke and Kieran stand at the threshold, asking if I want to join them to check on our guest, but I brush past them, fueled by a mix of bitterness and pain.

"No," I replied curtly before transforming into my crow form, seeking refuge on the marble pillar, the weight in my heart lightened just a bit by the freedom of the night. Closing my eyes, I tune in to the meeting Sylus is having, grateful he hasn't completely shut me out as the door is slightly ajar.

My focus shifts when footsteps approach, and I open my eyes to see the Heroine staring back at me, surprise giving way to curiosity as she steps closer. In a heartbeat, I spread my wings, soaring past her just in time to miss the top of her head as I glide through the narrow door. The room is filled with the soft strains of classical music as I perch on another marble pillar, my attention drawn to the man in the room, his weariness palpable.

"...They plan to implant Protocores into human hearts... The Fountain of Atei—" he begins, but Sylus interrupts, his voice crisp and commanding.

"You should know I'm not interested in other people's business. And Mephisto said you lied. You're not even telling me everything. It's a shame you threw away your last chance." Aware of my presence, he glances at me, and I nod, motioning towards the door to indicate we have a listener.

"No! Please forgive me... You can still use me as a tool! I..." the man pleads before Sylus waves his hand.

The man's desperation unfolds as he pleads for his life, but Sylus calmly dismisses him, the air charged with an unsettling energy. As the man is lifted by Sylus' Energy Evol, his voice fades abruptly, punctuating the room's silence with tension, until Sylus lifts the needle from the record player, returning us to a gentle melody played by the strings, a stark contrast to the chaos that just transpire

"Our deal is over. No, if you'll excuse me, I have to entertain a more important guest." He says and with another wave of his hand the man is lifted by Sylus' Energy Evol and the pleading voice stops abruptly, like a balloon that leaves nothing behind after it explodes from being filled with too much air. The room falls silent for a moment. Sylus stands up lifting the needle from the record player in the room as the energy particles dissipate in the air. A more gentle song played by string instruments fills the room.

"Aren't you going to come in," He says picking up the decanter walking to her side pouring her a glass of red wine. She stares at him wearily. I watch as she holds onto the chair with one hand to steady herself before grabbing the knife on the table with her other hand.

"This will be useful for defending yourself in the N109 Zone." Sylus says coldly chuckling as he places a gun on the table.

"Are you mocking me?" The Heroine says glaring at him and I'm a bit taken back with the amount of hostility coming from her.

"I'm giving you a way out. Since you can't escape, why don't we make a deal?" he says, crossing his arms in front of him, his back facing me so I can't see his expression. With the glare still on the Heroine's face she drinks the wine as if to taunt him. I can't help but to smile to myself, she has no idea how strong or what type of wine that is.

"Onychinus' modus operandi is buying and selling by force. Too bad, I'm not interested." She says before chugging one glass of wine after another as if possessed.

"As long as you have desires, there will always be deals to make. So many days have come and gone. You should know your own desires by now." He says reaching into his pocket pulling out a gold coin and flipping it.

"Only I can give you what you want. And you will agree to my terms." He says but it feels like there is another underlying message there. I'm confused as I would have thought he would've been kinder to her or their dynamic wouldn't be this tense. The Heroine struggles but forces herself to stand up.

"What terms? You just want me to resonate with you. You know what, fine. I'll accept this deal. I resonate with you, and you give me the Aether Core from Onychinus' auction." She demands walking up to him and grabbing his hand and my chest tightens.

"Release me. You can't do that just yet." He says pulling his hand away from her.

"Don't move!" She shouts clearly intoxicated. Sylus' body is completely blocking my vision of the Heroine and I look away trying to give them whatever moment they were having. I can hear her mumbles as before her gasping.

"Maybe I've been too nice to you." I hear Sylus say and my eyes snap back to him.

"You... Let go!" The Heroine shouts.

"Even if you keep holding on to me like this, I can't resonate with you. It's not something I can just do on a whim!"

"After all that arrogance, it seems like you can't even control your own Evol." Sylus says icily.

"At the very least, it doesn't want to activate in front of you!" The words linger heavily, drawing a tight circle of tension around them that I can almost feel from my perch, the stakes rising with every heartbeat. How could she say that? Sylus lets go of her hand and she takes a few steps back into my view. He sits down and leans back in his chair.

"Just as I thought. You're too weak." He says pinching the area between his brow, then raps his knuckles on the table.

"Eat as much as you want." He says the words like he's giving out an order that won't be questioned.

"What? Are you..." she says trailing off before looking at the table behind her. It's filled with countless, exquisite dishes.

"I'll give you ten minutes. After you're done, come find me outside the base's entrance. You better hope our deal is successful. Otherwise, consider this your last meal." he says before walking out the room. I fly out following him and he closes the door behind us. I transform back into my human form and he wraps his arms around me lifting me up.

I gasp not trying to make a sound that would cause the Heroine to come outside. He walks down the hallway and I can see Luke and Kieran at the end of the hall enter the call but after one look they both stop and walk right back in the room they came out of.

"Sylus! What the hell?" I whisper yell.

"Just a moment." his voice slightly strained as he replies he adjusts me, cradling me securely in his arms.

An electric energy pulses around us, our emotions intertwining through the Aether Core, his anxiety creeping into my own consciousness. As he pins me between the wall and his body, our faces dangerously close, I feel the heat of his glowing right eye drawing me in. I fight against his gaze trying to look away.

His hand gently cups my chin, preventing my gaze from faltering, and a rush of memories floods my mind—our shared past, the warmth of his embrace, and an overwhelming desire to kiss him. I shut my eyes, trying to center myself, and after a long, charged moment, he lowers me back to the floor. Embarrassment washes over me, and I cover my face, but he softens the moment with a gentle kiss on my forehead, leaving an intoxicating warmth lingering in the air between us.

He takes his phone out of his pocket and checks it for a moment. He looks at me, our gazes locking, and with a surprising tenderness, he kisses my long hair, kissing it gently while keeping eye contact with me and my face heats up again.

"I'm taking her to the shopkeeper now." He says and I nod my head. He lets go of my hair before turning away and I watch his back slowly disappearing before realization hits me. I race down the hall to fire escape and reach the roof and the cold air feels like it's knocking some sense into me.

This doesn't make any sense, why is he so rough with her and so gentle with me? Why does he treat me this way? I swear I could remember the lives that he and she were together in love, or am I confusing these events with the game? Did I actually see them together in the past?

"Ugh, why is everything so fuzzy after you die and come back!" I shout to the night sky. 

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A/N:

Chapter based off  Long-Awaited Revelry Chapter 05 Ambiguous Chaos: Part 05, Briefly mentioned/referred to  Long-Awaited Revelry Chapter 05 Ambiguous Chaos: Part 03-04, Part 06, Part 08

Read/Played in order:

1. Long-Awaited Revelry Chapter 01 Ambiguous Chaos, Part 03: Cornered Beast  (Briefly Referenced)

2. Long-Awaited Revelry Chapter 01 Ambiguous Chaos: Part 04: Into Danger

3. Long-Awaited Revelry Chapter 01 Ambiguous Chaos: Part 05: Desire

4. Long-Awaited Revelry Chapter 01 Ambiguous Chaos: Part 06: Resonance and Shackles

5. Long-Awaited Revelry Chapter 01 Ambiguous Chaos: Part 08: Hesitation 

[chaoslovesmisery]

Chapter 5: Long-Awaited Revelry

***Please read special author's note at he end of this chapter***

The heavy oak door of the bar creaked open as I stepped inside The Nest, my high heels clicking softly against the polished wooden floor. The warm glow of amber light spilled over the marble counter, highlighting the freshly reupholstered leather seats and intimate booths that surrounded the dimly lit room. I scanned the crowd, taking in the huddled groups lost in laughter and hushed conversations, while the faint sound of a jazz band in the corner created an atmosphere both inviting and deceptive. Many deals were being made here. 

Wearing a fitted black dress that hugged my curves, an ushanka on my head, all black glasses, and a sly smile, I sauntered to the bar and ordered a whiskey neat, subtly keeping my gaze on the entrance. My heart raced with a cocktail of adrenaline and anticipation; tonight's mission was clear. I hand the bartender a black quill made from one of my feathers. They took it and placed it behind the counter and I took a sip of my drink. 

I glanced at my reflection in the mirrored back of the bar, adjusting a loose strand of hair before leaning casually against the counter when I saw her walk in. I walk away from the bar and walk to the center of the floor where a few are dancing. I sway my body back and forth to the sound of the music as I watched a Siren that was waiting for my fish approach and block off a pest from bothering her.

They walk to the bar and I can see the quill being used as the one I had just dropped off a few minutes before. She's about to offer herself as bait. Always the "self-sacrificing" Heroine, aren't we? The bartender takes the paper and heads to the VIP area. The Heroine thinks she's baiting only Onychinus but she's baiting Ever group leader and the other group as well, she doesn't realize how risky this actually is.

I watch as she is handed a black shot glass. A black glass means you'll pay a high price, one she thinks she'll be able to pay but she'll be the payment instead. I watch as the male lead next to her, Rafayel the Siren, speaks to her before watching her throw back the shot in one gulp. I roll my eyes at her confidence.

A drunken man stumbles into me wearing a Hawaiian style shirt with palm trees on it, the foul scent of alcohol on his breath overwhelming my senses. I felt a rush of anger wash over me, but before I could react, the Siren emerged from the shadows. With effortless charm and an assertive presence, he placed himself between us.

"Hey, buddy, why don't you find your way back to your friends?" The Siren's voice was smooth but resolute, and the man, sensing the challenge, muttered an apology and walked away. The Siren turned to me, flashing me a grin and I rolled my eyes.

"If I needed help I would have asked." I taunt, crossing my arms.

"Is saying thank you such a difficult thing?" he scoffs. I narrow my eyes on him not lowering my glasses so he wouldn't see my eyes. My eye color wasn't common and could lead to me being exposed. 

"Shouldn't you be somewhere else?" I sneer and he smirks at me looking above me where the VIP lounge is.

"What a nasty temperament," he says, waving his hand walking away. I turn around and view the hit list board. The Male Lead Caleb has an X over it and Lumiere, the Ex-Prince, shows in front of his wanted poster. Rafayel's Wanted poster on the top right and I hum to myself amused. Maybe I should turn in that fish for a big prize.

"Move aside! It's about to start!" The drunk man from earlier yells after running into the Heroine. I can tell she wants to confront him but she lets it go. I start to make my move to the corner of the bar watching the Heroine as she tries to get a bearing on her surroundings as the lights go out. The hunt is about to begin.

"There's a price to pay when a wish is granted. Will you be the hunter or the hunted tonight?" The radio above says. I watch as the mechanical eye zooms in, staring at the Heroine. I just have to wait to grab her. I hear the shouts and jeers of the audience.

"Hunting Day will now commence." The radio says. The mechanical eye turns and stares at me for a moment before turning away. Shit. I think I've been found out. I turn around and make my way behind the bar and the kitchen to make my way out of the building throwing my hat and glasses on the floor. It's too risky to grab her now.

I call Sylus. "If I haven't been found out by Ever, they took the bait that was ours. She's going to be taken at this rate. What do we do?" I ask. Sylus is quiet for a moment. "Follow her, close. It's time." he says and I end the call. I check for wandering eyes before transforming into my crow form.

As my wings unfurl and the cool night air envelops me, I take to the sky, scanning the streets below for signs of Ever. The looming shadows of the buildings stretch across the pavement like fingers reaching out, and I know I must stay vigilant; her safety depends on my silent vigilance. My heart races at the thought of the danger she could be in, yet a calculated calm settles over me as I glide effortlessly through the darkness, ready to swoop in at a moment's notice.

I followed the black vehicle that sped off from The Nest parking lot. I watch as he's driven down the same road three times. I caw twice signaling that the car has stopped in an abandoned yard. I watch as the man in the black drags her out before taking out a knife. I caw once indicating danger.

"Kidnapping Onychinus's prey without letting us know...That's not exactly polite." Luke says and the man in black grabs the Heroine placing the blade to her neck.

"Who's there?!" The man yells looking around.

"She's ours, by the way. We called dibs a long time ago." Kieran says before throwing a blade at the man making fall to the floor in pain while dropping the Heroine.

"I'm really curious... She's brave enough to drink from a black glass. What will she do when backed into a corner..." Luke says while phasing in next to Kieran before kicking the man in black over.

"You're pretty bold for releasing information about the Aether Core in The Nest like that." Luke says, walking over to the Heroine.

"Explains why the Boss is interested." Kieran says, crouching in front of her. A chuckle can be heard from behind them as the man gets up from the floor to his knees.

"I see... Sylus sent you... But the Aether Core... is mine!" The man says before pulling out the gun and pulling the trigger. The bullet stops in mid air as Sylus uses his Energy Evol to snare the man like a fly caught in a spider's web. The gun is pushed on the floor while the Energy lifts the man up in the air. Luke smiles up at the man waving to him knowing full well what's about to happen and chuckling.

The higher the man is lifted the more he claws at his neck trying to breathe, with a loud burst the man is nothing more than flecks of energy particles flowing away with the gentle breeze. The loud bell chimes four times and I fly up to him but he jumps down and I can feel a warm energy around me before I realize Sylus has phased me on his shoulder.

"Take out the vermin that're still running amok." Sylus says and I fly off his shoulder.

"Yes, Sir." They respond and I lead Luke and Kieran down the road where two more cars screech to a halt when seeing the boys. There's about eight men and I phase behind them and Luke throws the dagger my way but narrowly misses the enemy.

Adrenaline surges through me catch the blade with a swift, practiced motion, feeling the weight of the metal in my hand. The eight men turn, their eyes widening in surprise, but there's no time for hesitation. "Don't let any of them escape!" I shout to Luke and Kieran. We have them cornered and the men point their guns at us, grinning with overconfidence.

"Do you know what a group of crows is called?" Luke asks. I can see that the men are puzzled for a moment before catching a glimpse of our Aether Core infused blades that shine in the light.

"You're about to find out," Kieran taunts.

"You really think you can take us?" one of them mocks, but I can sense their wavering resolve. Without a word, I launch forward, blade slicing through the air as I target the nearest thug. As the metal pierces flesh, he explodes into a brilliant shower of energy particles, disintegrating like a dying star.

Beside me, Kieran is a whirlwind, somersaulting to dodge incoming bullets before countering with precision strikes of his own—each stab leaving another man vaporized into nothingness. Luke, with an unwavering focus, utilizes his agility to dart in and out, creating confusion among the attackers while his dagger finds its mark, resulting in more bursts of radiant energy.

Gunfire erupts, but our speed and the sheer lethality of our blades allow us to dance through the chaos. I pivot, narrowly avoiding a shot, and retaliate with a thrust that sends yet another opponent to a fate of shimmering particles. With each fallen foe, the remainder begin to panic, realizing they are no match for the raw, explosive power of our weapons. Just three remain, and with a shared glance, we coordinate our final assault—three blades striking in unison, lighting the night with a dazzling blast of energy as the last of them dissipate into mere flecks of light, leaving the cold pavement barren and silent.

"By the way that was pretty cheesy back there," I laugh, nudging Luke and he laughs.

"Don't like my Murder of Crows reference?" He says pinching my cheek and a swat at his hand smiling.

We walk back and I can see from a distance Sylus lifting up the Heroine from the neck and knocking her out. He lifts her up, throwing her over his shoulder like a ragdoll before turning towards us.

"Did you take out the trash?" Sylus asks and we three kneel.

"Yes, Sir." We say in unison.

"Good," He says before he begins to walk towards me. I stand up confused how he's holding the Heroine like she's some Raggedy Ann Doll. This was supposed to be the woman he always fell in love with, the woman he would kill for, the woman he would die for. He pats my head once before walking past me and I watch as the Heroine sways dangling on his back. Watching them resonate is going to be fun. I look at my hand fighting back a distant memory full of blood, betrayal, and horror.

"Hey, you okay?" Kieran asks lifting up his mask exposing his concern.

"The sooner she resonates with him, the better." I say, looking up to the cloudy night sky.

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A/N: 

Chapter based off Under Deepspace Chapter 8 Galactic Sunset: Part 09-10 and Long-Awaited Revelry Chapter 01 Ambiguous Chaos: Part 01-02

Read/Played in order:

1. Chapter 8 Main Story Galactic Sunset, Part 09: Into Deep

2. Chapter 8 Main Story Galactic Sunset, Part 10: Trap

3.  Long-Awaited Revelry Chapter 01 Ambiguous Chaos, Part 01: Cage

4. Long-Awaited Revelry Chapter 01 Ambiguous Chaos: Part 02: Alike

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SPECIAL AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Just so you know if you replay the parts of the game I mention they make references or there are connections to what happens in the story. For example the woman in the the background is "my" character Mephisto in Part 10:Trap. 

I use her because when you first begin playing this part of the chapter you can see her standing by herself in the beginning before MC or Heroine is knocked into the same guy in the Hawaiian shirt but the woman is no longer in view. 

The mechanical eye does turn to the MC's left before going away and then returning so that was used as an actual reference point. 

I've done this before in another chapter where if you go back in my Played in Order with Xavier in the bar the game says "He's been doing that since the beginning. There are three pairs" indicating that there are three pairs of eyes watching him which in my story is Luke, Kieran, and Mephisto. The game continues to say "It's likely his actions in the alley caught their attention. After all, bird of a feather flock together." This made me feel I could tie this in nicely. 

I wanted to make my story tie in the actual game in a way that actually makes sense and matches for the most part however, more intimate memories with Sylus and MC will be made with Sylus and Mephisto in a way that hopefully works and makes sense. Thank you so much for reading my story!

[chaoslovesmisery]

Chapter 4. Within Reach

"Mephisto, where are you?" a gentle voice calls out. I reach my hand out.

"Don't leave me," I say, sounding more of a whisper. I see a silhouette of a girl but the light behind her is preventing me from seeing her face.

"I would never leave you or Sylus." She says but I know she's lying. The figure begins to change. Growing larger and larger.

"When I devour you both, we'll be together forever." The voice says distorting into something scary. It grabs onto my arm wrapping it tightly and I can hear the sounds of bones crunching but I can't feel anything.

"Mephisto, you devil. You lied to me." The voice says distorted.

"Mephisto! No, don't do it!" A different voice calls out.

My eyes open and I gasp for breath. Beads of sweat drip down my face as I try to recognize my surroundings. I feel a slightly cold hand touch my forehead and my eyes are met with ruby red eyes.

"Sylus," my voice breaks and it's barely above a whisper as my voice is hoarse.

"Shh, don't speak. You've been out for a week," he says and I look around the room confused. This isn't my room. I sit up and he pushes me back down gently.

"Stop," he orders and I stay put. He hands me a glass of water and I drink it desperately gasping for breath. His face is devoid of emotion as he watches me.

"The Ever Group isn't the only one on the move," I say, putting the glass down on the nightstand.

"I'm aware, Luke and Kieran told me, they've pinned this whole thing on us. Things are going to be moving pretty quickly soon." He says crossing his arms and leaning back on the chair he was sitting on.

"She's going to need to resonate with you if you don't want what happened last time to happen again, you know that right?" I say, staring at my twiddling thumbs.

"I know. It'll happen. I'll make sure of it." His voice is icy, sending a chill down my spine. There is a knock at the door and Luke and Kieran enter.

"You're alive!" Luke says, throwing his arms around me.

"You're heavy, get off!" I yell smiling while I mush his face away.

"It's about time to let the N109-Zone that I'm still here, start making preparations," Sylus says standing up. His phone rings and before he answers it he looks at me with a look I can't quite understand.

"You, rest until I give you an assignment." He says before leaving the room to take his call. It's quiet for a moment before Luke and Kieran both have their arms around me.

"We really thought you weren't going to make it, Meph. Apparently you had breathed in a lot of smoke." Kieran says, patting my head.

"It wouldn't be the first time I've died," I laugh dryly.

"It took us a long time to find you last time, so try not to kick the bucket any time soon." Luke says standing up.

"Dying in the space-time prison, then reincarnating as the Overlord's pet-"

"Hey! Can we not bring this up right now?" I say cutting Luke off. I didn't feel like going down memory lane.

"Do you have any idea where the Ex-Prince is heading?" I asked and Luke and Kieran glance at each other. I sit up and they both push me down by the shoulder trying to prevent me from getting up.

"You heard the Boss, you are not on an assignment right now." Kieran says and Luke nods in agreement.

"What do you mean, I just want to stretch my legs and head out for a bit." I say pushing their arms away and standing up. I stretch my arms up and they don't look convinced.

"Where is he headed? Just so I can avoid the area?" I ask and I know they won't be fooled that easy. They don't say anything.

"Fine, then let's go get a drink instead." I say wrapping my arms around each of their waists as their shoulders were far too high for me to reach.

"Should you really be-" Kieran starts to say.

"Ahh- shut up, I'm not dead yet. Anyways, who cut my hair for me?" I ask to change the subject and we walk out of Sylus' bedroom.

"I did!" Luke says excitedly and I pat his head.

"Good boy," I laugh.

"Hey! What about me?" Kieran says and I cross my arms.

"What did you do for me?" I ask and he begins stumbling over his words.

"I-, I'll buy you the first round?" He says and I purse my lips.

"First three rounds?" He asks and I smile brightly.

"That's my boy," I say, giving him head pats as well. We walk down the hall after leaving Sylus' penthouse and head to our rooms. I changed into a pink skirt and black sweatshirt. I throw on some earrings and a black choker before putting on some long black socks and combat boots. I walk out of my room and meet up with Luke and Kieran.

They smile at me and I have to say they look quite cute with their boyish grins, tousled reddish brown hair, and piercings on their face. We head out and they begin fighting over whose motorbike I'll be riding on with when I whistle loudly.

"Last one to the Nest has to tell Sylus that I'm doing a reconnaissance mission without his permission." I shout laughing before transforming into a crow and both of them have the look of fear when I take off out of the garage.

"Damnit Mephisto!" Luke yells and I can hear the revving of their bikes as they try to catch up. I soar above before seeing a flash of familiar light down an alley. I caw three times to signal that I found something interesting. I can see them park their bikes before making their way up to the roof putting their masks on.

We watch quietly as the Ex-Prince kills what I recognize to be one of his previous teammates from Traceback II, though it looks like he was already in the process of turning into a Wanderer. He looks up but doesn't appear to have noticed us. He picks up the Protocore from the floor and steps out of the alley.

We drop down behind the bar we were about to head to and I transform back to a human. My hair is super long once more and Luke hands me a blade but I push it away.

"I'll leave it for now, I don't want to leave behind evidence." I say and we jump down from the building. We walk through the back of the bar entrance. No one says anything as we walk through the kitchen to the front as they know better than to ask questions. One person who appeared was going to say something too but the moment we made eye contact they looked away in fear knowing who I'm associated with.

I walk to the table in the far corner of the bar that gives a clear view of the bartender and the entrance while there are some large leaves keeping us a bit separated from the rest of the bar. The radio playing behind the counter is loud enough for me to hear.

"...Without a doubt, a-P0159's Sterre Energy has been depleted. What we're seeing is a faint glimmer from the farthest reaches of the universe, and echo from 300 million..." I tune out the radio when I hear the door chime, our eyes dart towards the entrance as we watch the Ex-Prince walk in tossing something over to the bartender behind the counter and plops into a corner seat. A loose, wooly hat keeps his face hidden but I can tell who it is immediately but the other two don't seem aware.

"Take a drink," Luke says, placing a shot-glass in front of me and I grab it, tossing it back, feeling the sting down my throat. They place another drink in front of me.

I watch as the bartender looks down at the item which appears to be a Protocore he had picked up earlier. I watch as the bartender uses a bar towel to wipe it clean and they begin to whisper.

"What do you see?" Two voices whisper in each ear and I stand up straight, surprised. I turn to Luke and Kieran and nod my head towards the bartender and the Ex-Prince in the hat. We watch as they begin to whisper and I have a feeling we've been found out. Traces of light begin to coalesce into a longsword in his right hand.

We hear another chime and the opened door allows a bright light to enter temporarily blinding us. We watch as he pulls his hat down further covering his face. The light sword in his hand quickly dissipates as he stands up and heads toward the exit.

"Should we follow?" Kieran asks but I'm already headed to the door to follow him when I see her. What the fuck is she doing here?! I turn around and Luke and Kieran are by my side checking on me. My hands feel sweaty and my stomach is churning. I turn back around and watch as the door is closing and the light from outside is disappearing. I run towards the door but when I open it I can't find any trace of the Heroine or the Ex-Prince.

"Do you think we were caught?" Luke says and there is a hand that pats my shoulder and I jump. Luke and Kieran are in front of me, who?! I turn around and meet angry red eyes and I almost transform into a crow right there to make a break for it but it's daylight and I don't want to attract attention.

"Yes." He says answering Luke's question and the boy's eyes widen while they turn around.

"Luke, check for any updates in the crime database. Kieran, start prepping for an auction and a new arrival. A guest will be here soon offering themselves as bait no doubt." Sylus says, never breaking eye contact with me. They make themselves scarce real quick and I'm left alone with Sylus. I take a step back and before I can make a run for it he picks me up and begins walking.

"Wait! I didn't know they were going to be at the bar! We were just going to have a drink!" I yell whispering trying to avoid people's curious eyes and ears. He doesn't listen and we walk into the Grand Center's shopping center. He makes a left and I realize he's headed to a photo booth.

"No Sylus! My hair is long and you know how much I hate taking photos!" I say more loudly but he's only humming ignoring me. I try to wriggle out of his grip but I can't budge.

"This is your punishment for disobeying me," he says and we enter the N109-Zone's Wink Snapshot Photo booth that is somehow a popular favorite in this fancy shopping center.

"I'd rather starve for a week! Don't do this!" I plead and I turn and watch as he sets up different colored backgrounds.

"It's only four photos, quite a light punishment if you ask me. I could have you take more and they can be on your own as well as with me," he says and I hide behind his head and wrap my arms around his neck as I hear the sound of the first shot. He drops me down and grabs my face while holding up a peace sign. I try to remove his hand when I hear another snap.

He leans in close and I freeze as his face is inches from mine cornering me against the wall of the booth and I can hear the camera adjust before another shutter sound.

"Make this last one count or we'll have to do it all over again." He says and I groan. I face the camera lifting my hand slightly covering my face and Sylus lifts a finger on his chin staring at the camera while leaning against me. After the sound of the last shutter shot he pats my head.

"Good girl," He says and my eyes widen. I turn around but can feel my face and ears getting warm.

"Since you didn't smile in any of the photos you have one more punishment." He says while printing the photos we took, skipping over the editing phase.

"You will have to attend Romero's birthday banquet with me." He says and my jaw drops.

"What! No! You know I hate social events!" I whine.

"You seem to be just fine hanging out socially with Luke and Kieran, " he says, putting the photos in his wallet, not even giving me a copy. He nudges me forward and we leave the Photo Booth before going upstairs. He pushes me in the shop when his phone rings.

"I have to answer this, try on a few dresses." He says and I'm left alone, my mouth agape. Are you serious?! The shopkeeper approaches me and bows, handing me a book.

"Here are our latest designs. Take your time and try them on, ma'am." They say and I flip through the pages viewing many different designs. The more I try to find the perfect outfit, the more overwhelmed I feel. In a room full of dresses, I already have a headache.

I feel buzzing in my pocket and take out a phone that begins cawing at me. What type of ringtone is this? Wait, did Sylus put this phone in my pocket? I answer the phone and Sylus' voice fills my ear.

"What took you so long?" He asks.

"When did you slip a phone in my pocket and why does it have crows cawing as the ringtone, are you making fun of me?" I ask, ignoring his question.

"Right. I almost forgot I changed your ringtone." He says chuckling.

"Did you find a dress you like?" He asks and I look down at the designs.

"Ah, there are just so many to choose from..." I trail off.

"Since you didn't find anything, come to the top floor, the shopkeeper will escort you." He says before ending the call.

"Wait- ugh!" I yell and the shopkeeper is beside me. I jump, startled, and awkwardly laugh before handing back the design book.

"Right this way, ma'am." She says leading me to the back elevators. The elevator is lined in gold and I can tell she isn't using the service elevator for employees but the elevators for VIP clients. Once we reach the top floor she holds her arm out, ushering me into the room where there are candles on the floor and giant peony's, which definitely look like a fire hazard. I see two glasses on a table along with a bottle of champagne and a white sofa, along with robes in the back.

"Mr. Sylus is inside waiting for you, you will not be interrupted. Please ring us if you need anything." she says before going down the elevator leaving me by myself. The music in the hall is playing gently jazz music. I walk in and see Sylus standing before a floor-length mirror trying on a suit. In the mirror, his gaze faces to me. I don't know why but his calm gaze makes me slightly nervous.

"Long time no see." He says and I look at him dumbfounded.

"...What do you mean? I just saw you an hour ago." I am confused.

"And yet why does it feel like an eternity? Does time fly when you're around?" He says nonchalantly and I am left speechless.

"Save your cheesy pickup lines for her." I say rolling my eyes not in the mood for his jokes. Sylus turns around taking a red and blue tie from the rack, and holds them against his chest.

"Red or Blue," he says with a soft gaze. I walk up to him, taking the red tie and quickly tying it around his neck.

"This one is particularly special, and it matches your eyes. They complement each other. A perfect match." I say and his eyes meet mine. He grabs my hand and lifts the tie next to my face.

"The tie matches more of your eyes than mine, that's what makes it special." He says and I avert my gaze embarrassed.

"Then let's pick a suit that matches this tie." I respond and he crosses his arms and chuckles.

"Then let's do just that." He says and begins casually taking off the suit. I turn around quickly, shutting my eyes.

"I heard Mr. Romero invited some high-ranking people from the Hunters Association. We shouldn't draw attention to ourselves." I state, keeping my voice steady.

"If you say so," I can almost hear the shrug in his voice.

"Have you gone through the design book yet? Where is the designer, have you gotten your measurements taken?" I ask one question after another. I turn my head and in the mirror I see Sylus is in nothing but a towel. He picks up a tape measure and gives it to me.

"Since there's no one around. Let's do it ourselves and save time." He says.

"The shopkeeper mentioned we can call and they would be here right away." I mention and he takes a step towards me and my eyes linger on his chest before looking back at him. He takes another step and I take a step back trying to keep the short distance between us from growing smaller. To my surprise, Sylus puts on an innocent expression.

"Is it that difficult?" He asks and I contemplate for a moment before snatching the tape measure. I loop it around his neck and pull him close and stare at him. I can tell he's slightly surprised by my bold movements and there is a glint in his eye.

"If you insist. Your outfit will be made according to the measurements I take and regardless of how it turns out, you must wear it to the banquet. You can't cheat and secretly ask for a designer to modify it." I state while grinning mischievously. The amusement in Sylus' eyes intensifies.

"Deal," he says, chuckling.

"You've been staring for a while. Where will you start?" He asks, smirking at me standing up straight. I remove the tape measure from around his neck and stare at his bare chest fighting my eyes from wandering to the towel he was wearing around his waist. I wrap may arms around his back, adjust the tape measure for his chest measurements and he lifts his arms.

"100 cm" I say and he narrows his eyes looking down and my hands knowing that I'm not saying the number I see.

"How does one wear such tight clothes?" He asks and I look at his chest again. I don't know if I could handle seeing him in a compressed shirt. I may as well say the correct size.

"Chest, 109 cm," I correct myself and he smiles.

"Good. These clothes will be a perfect fit. I'm sure of it." He says and I move my hands with the tape measure down to his waist. My fingers gently brushed against his pale skin. My fingers tremble a little and I gulp.

"Waist, 75 cm" I say and he lifts my chin.

"Do you want me to wear large clothes? Try again, Little Dove." He says and I adjust my measurements. My mind is a little fuzzy.

"Waist, 72 cm," I say looking up at him and he smiles.

"I thought you were good at this. Did you measure it wrong on purpose earlier." I can tell he's already caught on to my plan and I look away sheepishly. I take a step back and he turns around for me to measure his hips. My hands trembling even more as there is just a towel separating me and ...his hips.

"You alright there?" He asks, snapping my back into reality. I wrap my arms around his waist bringing the tape measure down his hips when the unthinkable happens. The towel slips falling to the floor. I gasp, dropping the tape measure and covering most of my eyes leaving a gap to peak.

His laugh echoes through the empty store and I realize he's wearing black fitted boxers and this man is PACKING. I drop to my knees, hiding my face in my hands. I can feel him kneel down next to me picking up the tape measure and he grabs my hands from my face placing the tape measure down.

"You're almost done," He says brushing a piece of my hair behind my ear and I can tell my face is on fire but he doesn't say anything about it. He grabs my hands pulling me back up off the floor and places my hands around his waist. I adjust the tape measure as he turns allowing me to measure on the side of his hips.

"Hips, 95 cm" I say relieved to be done.

"Perfectly done. Although... Did I just hear a quiet sigh of relief?" He says while grabbing a robe from the white chair. I look at his arms and my body moves before I can think. I grab his arm my thumb running across his arm remembering at one point the bullet holes that once plagued this arm in another life. His skin is warm and with his other arm he pressed me against his body.

"What are you looking at? Are you going to measure my arm too?" He says, sounding amused. I let go of his arm and gently pushed his hand from my waist.

"It's nothing...I'm done." I say turning away. I mean he is still in his underwear, he hasn't put the robe on.

"In any case, we're attending the banquet together. Our outfits should match." He says grabbing my arm and pulling me close again before letting me go. He puts his robe on and after a few seconds pass before I realize what's going on.

"I don't need my measurements taken. I tried wearing some of the dresses downstairs earlier." I say backing up.

"Custom-made clothes fit better than ready-to-wear ones. But I suppose you should pick a style first." he says before making his way to lounge on the sofa.

"Also, if you don't like anything here, we can ask to see a different collection." He says picking up a design book. I wander around the store and grab two dresses. I compare them in front of the mirror and in the mirror, I make eye contact with Sylus who's behind me.

"What were you looking for on my arm?" He asks.

"Nothing..." I can't just tell him I was remembering the past when he had injured himself in the last life. Or ask him why he's so adamant on finding me after I die first instead of the heroine.

"Let me guess, you were remembering some injuries that happened a long time ago?" He asked.

"How did you know?" I ask, confused. His eye wasn't glowing and I wasn't even making eye contact with him.

"It wasn't the gaze trying to find tattoos, sweetie." He says and I look at the dress in the mirror. While I know Sylus has always been good at reading people, the fact that he read my mind still makes me feel somewhat uneasy. Thankfully he doesn't seem to know the other thing that's bothering me. I can't dare bring up the past of when he almost died in the space-time prison because of me.

"Should I blame it on you? You're always getting injured and protecting me and I just... Forget it." I don't want to say anymore. He wraps his arms around my waist and we stare at each other in the mirror. He leans his chin on top of my head and I can feel my heart racing.

"Blame me all you want. I'll always protect you and I will always find you." He says gently. I bite my bottom lip looking down thinking of the words in my dream. Was that him who said that to me? When? No. I must be deluding myself.

"You shouldn't be saying this to me." I emphasize thinking of the Heroine of this game. Maybe the reason I remembered that part of my past life was so it could put me in my place like now. He grabs me by the chin forcing me to make eye contact.

"I will only say this to you." He says and the aether core in his eye begins glowing. I shut my eyes tightly. I feel him let go before realizing that he is taking the dresses from my hand.

"What one's thinking comes into one's dreams." He says nonchalantly. Those aren't empty words, huh. Thinking back to the dream I had while I was unconscious. I didn't always think of the Heroine of this game as the Heroine or a game character. I thought of her as a sister at one point, someone who I could trust...

His arms reach over my shoulders, lifting each dress in front of me he meticulously compares them.

"If there are more happy moments in your life, will you have more pleasant dreams?" He asks suddenly and I think about today. I meet Sylus' gaze in the mirror and slightly smile

"I can try." I say and he puts the dresses on a hanging rack. In the reflection of the mirror I see him grab his wallet from his front pocket and hold up a copy of the pictures we took today.

"Why don't we start today?" He asks and I grab the photos from him seeing the amusement flash in his eyes. I stare at the photos and I can feel my heart begin to race. Although my hair is long in the photos and I HATE taking photos, I can't help but to think they came out well.

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A/N: Chapter based off Sylus Anecdotes, Chapter 8 Galactic Sunset: Part 02 - Part 03, Sylus: Within Reach Memory

Read/Played in order:

1. Minor References Sylus Anecdotes 01: High Alert, Pages 02-03

2. Chapter 8 Main Story Galactic Sunset, Part 02: Desecrated Soil

3. Minor References in Chapter 8 Main Story Galactic Sunset, Part 03: Luminous Veil

4. 5-Star Memory Sylus: Within Reach