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Slayers Pentasama
A stab at Slayers fanfic writing by Xelan
<xelan@linainverse.com> <http://www.xelan.cjb.net>
(Certain characters copyright H. Kanzaka / R. Araizumi, as all fans
well know. Original characters belong to me. No copyright infringement
intended. Remember: suing people is a bad thing.) ^_^
<pardon the grammar mistakes>
Chapter 1 Bloody Reunions
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Lina sat in the too soft, much too comfortable chair located in front
of the roaring fire of the Ghenkin Inn. A mug of coffee was cooling
on the floor, too bitter to drink, and too expensive to let go to
waste. She picked it up and delicately blew the steam away from the
mouth of the mug. As she took a small sip, she gently breathed a sad
sigh.
She lifted her head and gave the greetings room of the inn an
expansive glance, settling her eyes upon a tarnished sword that hung
over the mantle of the fireplace. Its ancient blade glistened in the
bright warm light of the orange and red flames. The sword looked like
Gourry's new sword, only much, much older and in much worse condition.
When she realized whom she was thinking about, she quickly
dropped her gaze and closed her eyes. It wasn't fair, not fair at all.
It was almost her birthday; she would be 19. She had hoped to spend
her birthday with all of her friends. But Amelia was called to the
kingdom of Zenzecky on ambassador work, and Zelgadiss was off
somewhere on another continent looking for a cure. Her sister was too
scary to even approach, and even Gourry was called home to Testabourne
because his grandmother was ill.
It was strange -- here she was, Lina Inverse, the bandit
killer, the reluctant saviour of the world, the enemy of all who live,
was sitting in a two- bit inn moping about being lonely on her
birthday. She was Lina, she was strong. She didn't need anyone. Nope,
not anyone. But if she didn't need anyone, then why did it hurt so
much to be alone?
Her eyes began to water slightly as she sat there soaking in
her own pool of despair and self-pity, when someone behind her cleared
his throat noisily. Lina glanced behind her from the corner of her
eyes and spotted purple hair. Xelloss! It had to be him, Lina knew of
no one else who had purple hair, at least no one close.
She wiped the tears from her eyes with the back of her hand
and composed herself. She turned around and gasped at what she saw.
Xelloss was slumped against the wall, head drooping, arm hanging
limply from his side. His robes were torn and stained with black
blood, and his normally shiny purple hair was matted and covered with
soot and blood. His other arm was clutching his staff like a thirsty
man covets water.
He visibly struggled to lift his head and said one word,
"Tasukete...," then collapsed in a heap. Lina was overwhelmed with
powerful emotions. She felt concern for this mazoku before her, he had
aided her before. She felt fear that there was a person out there
that had the power to do this to someone as powerful as Xelloss. She
felt rage that someone had hurt one of her friends. She felt
confused...
Lina Inverse did not get to be the woman of myth, legend, and
the occasional wanted poster she is today by standing idly by while
things happen. She got there by doing what needed to be done, the mark
of a true hero. Which is why while her brain was still absorbing all
the new information, her body had sprung into action and levitated
Xelloss' battered body up the stairs and into her room. She cut off
his tunic and tried to assess the damage.
It was blood, actual human blood. Lina had assumed all the
blood on Xelloss was someone else's, but it was plain to see that the
blood was none other then Xelloss' very own. "Masaka," she breathed.
Xelloss was a mazoku, he shouldn't have any blood. Mazoku blood
looked different. Only human blood looked like this. She shook her
head to clear it. If she didn't do something soon, Xelloss would
bleed to death. Bandages wouldn't be enough, and the white magic of a
healing spell was anathema to a mazoku. For once in her life, Lina
didn't know what to do.
"Lina...," gasped the ailing trickster priest. "Need help...
have to stop her...can't let.. AGGHH.. can't let her form the
penta...,"and then he coughed up blood and gritted his teeth as the
pain intensified.
Lina grabbed his shoulders and nearly screamed at him to get
his attention.
"AGHHHH!!!!! My Shoulder!" he shouted.
"Xel... you're hurt very badly, I need to try and heal you
with white magic, is it safe to try?"
"H-Hai.." he said through gritted teeth.
"Hang on Xel, white magic was never my strong suit." And with
that, Lina Inverse, the feared and powerful black sorceress, charged a
ball of white power and slammed it into Xellos Metallium's dying body.
The damage was so extensive that the amount of white magic Lina had
available was not enough. She needed more power, more life energy to
strengthen the dying life force of Xelloss.
Then, she realized where she would have to get that energy.
She gritted her teeth and began to draw energy from her own life
force. Not enough to kill her, but more then enough to render her
unconscious, and barely enough save Xel's life. She had to hurry --
Xel was fading fast and the energy in her hand was becoming hard to
control as her eyes got heavier and heavier. As the last bit of energy
she could spare flowed into her hands, she felt herself slipping from
consciousness. . .
No! she would not give up, she had to save Xel. He was her
friend and friends don't give up on friends. Using every iota of her
famous Inverse stubbornness, she placed her glowing hands on Xelloss'
body and growled with the last of her strength. "ULTRA RECovery..."
While sleep overcame Lina, Xelloss' injuries started to mend
themselves, jagged torn bits of tissue began knitting together, gaping
holes in his body started pulling closed and finally his breathing
started to even out. He had weathered the storm with Lina's help. As
he began the slow process of healing and started to drift off to
sleep, two thoughts occurred to him. One: I owe my life to Lina. Two:
I need a new suit...
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Tsuzuku (to be continued)
<If you want to read more, e-mail me and encourage.>
Translations:
Tasukete = Help!
Masaka = Impossible! To express disbelief.
Mazoku = The Evil
Race, basically the demons of the world; can assume human form at will.
*Writer's Notes:
I apologize to all die-hard Slayers fans that know that Recovery does
not drain a caster's own life-force. To remedy this small problem,
I've used artistic license and combined standard Recovery with
Resurrection, to create Ultra Recovery.
*Note to Readers. The City of Testabourne originally came from the
mind and writing of Stephan Gagne. It is used with permission and will
not be defaced or destroyed by me; however, I cannot speak for the
Mazoku or Lina Inverse.
You may view Mr. Gagne's Slayers Trilogy at
<http://www.pixelscapes.com/slayers/>
Comments of kind intent are welcome.
Comments from uncaring idiots are not!
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