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Ninjago Series Inspirations


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I receive my inspirations from so many different sources, some you may not understand how, but here they are. :)

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Key Locations in Ninjago along with Chosen Themes

Some of the locations are actual locations in Ninjago while others are strictly fictional. The themes that I have chosen for these places are for my own enjoyment and inspiration and belong to their respected creators. Please enjoy!!

Sasha's hometown: Poseidonia www.youtube.com/watch?v=HQhtMP… or if link doesn't work Final Fantasy 7 ost Costa De Sol

Kai and Nya's hometown: Ignacia *real location* www.youtube.com/watch?v=gV-ex7… starting from 0:55 and loops (couldn't find the title of said song)

Jay's home in the Sea of Sand *real location* www.youtube.com/watch?v=pl_9EJ… or if link doesn't work Ratchet and Clank 2 ost Tabora Mining Area

Cole's hometown: Temblor www.youtube.com/watch?v=6mn_PI… or if link doesn't work Assasin's Creed 2 ost Home in Florence

Ebony's hometown: Twilight City www.youtube.com/watch?v=v4eN6y… or if link doesn't work Kingdom Hearts 2 ost Sacred Moon

Zane's birthplace: laboratory (located in Birchwood Forest east of Malcalania Forest) www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Yzcc0… or if link doesn't work Final Fantasy 8 ost Find your Way

Dominique's hometown: Ninjago City *actual location* www.youtube.com/watch?v=FQMiQZ… or if link doesn't work Kingdom Hearts ost Traverse Town

Ayane's hometown: Shika www.youtube.com/watch?v=8qXX6o… or if link doesn't work Final Fantasy 10 ost Servants of the Mountain

The Destiny's Bounty: www.youtube.com/watch?v=ld8t8o… or if link doesn't work Ninja Gaiden ost Monastery Destroyed

The Forest of Ramza: www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fwkjz-… or if link doesn't work Legend of Zelda Ocarina of Time Forest Temple

Music is one of my most inspirational sources to go to for my fanfiction. I hope you've enjoyed these fine tunes and I'll probably add a few more down the line once more locations are revealed. :D

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Today is Wednesday. A day of elective classes: morning class I have Cole for Art and evening class I have Sasha for Home Economics. The two of them almost never assign any homework which I'm grateful for since I'm usually buried with other assignments and projects from all my other classes. Wednesday is most definitely my "Chill Day" and regardless of Dominique's appearance, I am going to chill.

I had taken a shower to freshen myself up from training but I completely ignored the whole "dress to impress" spill Cole had teasingly suggested and donned some faded blue jeans with a few rips along the right knee, a regular green t-shirt, and a pair of my oldest white sneakers. Tch! Since when does a person dress-up for Art Class? And even though I'm not a very messy painter, I wasn't about to put on some good clothes, especially not for a blind girl no less.

Depending on varying circumstances, sometimes classes are hosted out on the deck. Today however, isn't one of those days as I stroll in the den area and see it transformed into a makeshift art studio. Old white sheets lined the carpet and furniture to protect them from stray spills and such and easels and other art supplies littered the room as well. The beige walls of the den had a few completed paintings decorating them, all of which were done by Cole. Everyone had agreed that the ninja leader's paintings were good enough to be displayed and although Cole showed a fair bit of modesty and reluctance, he relented and decided to hang a few around the ship. And yeah, I'll admit that they're good, though some of them are really weird. I don't know. I don't really have an in-depth eye for the arts, but Cole had explained to me that his "weird" paintings were called "abstracts", just nonfigurative things he chose to immortalize. And it was his "weird" works of art that Zane, Ebony, and Sensei Wu were the fondest of.

And…speaking of my uncle, sometime after his death, Cole painted a portrait of him and hung it in Sensei's room. I was speechless when I first saw it. The semblance of it to the real thing was just so amazing! Cole had captured every line or wrinkle on Sensei's face, the perfect white of his beard and kimono, his famous straw hat and tea set, and most especially his wise onyx eyes. My uncle's eyes always had this all-knowing penetrating look in them, like he always knew what was going on or what needed to be done. Not once did I ever see confusion or indecisiveness within, just pitch black depths of eternal wisdom. Cole had said that, it was just something he felt he needed to do and I was extremely grateful to him…we all were really. I remember crying and hugging him in appreciation, still being emotional after his passing and since then, I know everyone visits his room from time to time, including myself. Though I'm not allowed to sleep in there anymore.

Cole gives me a nod of recognition as he places a new canvas on his easel, his body fitted in a pair of loose salt and pepper-colored trousers, a black tank top with three silver "X's" going across the chest, and black wolverine boots. I eye him a bit warily as I take my place on the stool in front of my own easel, not sure if he was going to start teasing me or not. He looks harmless enough though, not giving me any sly smiles or anything, so I shrug and go about my business mixing a few of the colors stationed on the table near me.

"So Lloyd, think you'll be able to finish your painting today?" He asks and I look at my half-finished canvas in thought.

"I don't know…maybe," I reply with another shrug. My picture had no real structure, just my interpretation of what Lord Bahamut may look like. It was a close-up of his face and all last Wednesday I had spent developing and comprising his horns and the shape of his head. Cole had taught me what brushes and paints to use to create realistic shadowing and light for his scales and he said it looked pretty good for something completely missing a definitive representation.

Minutes of silence tick by with just Cole and I and I lean a little out to check the entrance of the den for any sign of Dominique…not that I really care or anything…

I frown a little and start with the finishing touches on Bahamut's eye ridges.

"So…the Kunoichi back yet?" I question with as much indifference as I can. There's movement to my right and I see Cole placing different clays and modeling materials on one of the covered tables.

"Yeah, they got in some odd minutes ago. Don't worry, Dominique will be here shortly—"

"I'm not worried!" I snap back automatically and he lifts a thick black eyebrow at me. My face flushes deeply and I lament the fact that I don't have a hood to hide under. I quickly break eye contact and return stiffly to my work.

Please don't say anything. Please don't say anything. Please don't say anything!

"Ya'know Lloyd—"

Goddammit!

I frown miserably and sag my shoulders in defeat as Cole begins to drone about his crush on Sasha and how he handled it. I sadly admit that I kinda walked into this one…

"H-Hello?"

A sudden jolt courses through me at hearing the soft spoken voice.

"Oh hey Dominique, glad you made it," Cole greets pleasantly, but I don't say anything. I hurriedly dabble with some green and play-concentrate on my canvas. I know she can't see me because of the easel and I look at her from my peripheral when she walks into view towards Cole. With Dusk ever present in her arms, she smiles lightly at Cole then glances over at me.

I quickly avert my gaze back to my painting.

"Hi, Lloyd," she says gently.

"…Hey, Dom," I reply dully after a moment of hesitation.

"Dom? That's sort of a masculine nickname, don't you think?" Cole points out and I roll my eyes. Like it's really any of his business what I call her.

"Oh—um…it's okay," Dom says quietly. Even if I'm not looking, I can tell she's smiling. "I like it, short and easy. And it make me sound tough."

"Makes." I correct instantly while mixing the white and black paints with an air of diligence. I think the King of Dragons would have a very nice metallic color to go along with the green.

"Sorry…yes, makes me sound tough…" She reiterates and I hear a low growl come from Dusk, which I apathetically ignore.

"Right. Well Dom, as long as you're okay with it," states Cole evenly. "Now come over here and sit down where I am. Since I thought painting or drawing wouldn't exactly be your forte, I figure you could take a shot at sculpting instead."

"Wow…Okay! I would…like to try, thank you!"

Out of…mild curiosity, I subtly let my eyes wander to Dominique as she takes the seat Cole offered to her. She releases Dusk onto the table and he snoops around the gathered clays and materials on the surface with interest. In all areas of sensibility, it's logical to assume Dom would get more out of sculpting than painting. While I don't really know the extent of her sight in regards to colors, a painter must be able to see their work if they wished for their trade to be perfected. However, when compared to sculpting, one doesn't really need "sight" per se, only dexterous hands and a clearly imaginative mind's eye.

"I really can't claim to be an expert on sculpting, but I did read about it and got the gist of it down."

Cole comes around to the opposite side of the table and gestures to the assembled supplies.

"Can you make out what's on the table here, Dom?" He asks and I watch as the little violet-eyed girl's face contorts into fretful concentration.

"Um…I think so…" Her hands move, grasping at each of the items in turn. I hate to admit it, but…I'm fascinated by what I see. She utilizes every one of her fingers, sliding the digits slowly over every contour, curve, slant, or point of the varying materials in hopes of identifying them for herself. While her eyes, from where I'm looking at least, stare at said hands…not the object in her hands like one would expect, but…the slight incline of her head is lower than what a normal person observing something in their grasp would be.

Does she see her hands…?

It makes me wonder…

What exactly do you see when you look in the mirror, Dom…? You see everyone else's shape and aura, but have you ever seen your own…? You have had to, right…?

Cole continues to wait patiently for Dominique to come to some sort of conclusive realization. I know what he's doing…He wants to know the full extent of her sight, to know what she can and cannot do. And without a doubt he's taken notice of how her hands, her sense of touch, are in primary use.

I frown in thought as she begins to call out the names of the items on the table. It dawns on me how difficult her life must've been. As Shinobi, we trained extensively to adapt to any given situation and that includes the loss of sight. Darkness is a friend to any ninja or kunoichi, but Dominique was not trained like we were. She was born into darkness and had to adapt using move conventional means. So hypothetically speaking, if two ninja were to face-off against each other and one was blind and the other not, there would still not be any advantage to the one with sight. It would still come down to combat prowess, skill, and concentration to determine the winner. Looking at it that way, it seems that albeit rough, Dom has already mastered one crucial aspect in being a shinobi. Functionality despite the absence of sight.

But still…that doesn't mean she has the mentality to be one or the physical strength.

"Very good Dominique," Cole congratulates with a smile. "You got them all right. Now all you need to get started is to pick a model. Do you know of anything or anybody you would like to immortalize?"

"Something to last…forever…" Dom trails off and tilts her head to the side in thought. I turn back to my painting, feeling my face heat up.

C'mon Lloyd, don't start! You did not just think she looked cute when she did that!

"Dusk…you are…my best friend. Come here, boy."

Curiosity gets the better of me again as I lower my arm and turn back to the three at the table. Dusk barks and happily trots toward his master and Dom runs a single hand over his head and uses the other to tilt his chin up.

She smiles kindly, her eyes soft and loving. "Just the head…I want to make certain…I get everything right," she purrs and the red fox kit immediately closes his eyes and wags his tail contently.

All I do is watch…

How can something so simple, so ordinary be so…captivating?

She uses both hands and starts at his chin, massaging and caressing her way upward. A soft whine meanders from Dusk and his tail thumps loudly against the cloth-covered table. Every single honeyed finger is purposefully used, not a strand of fur goes untouched on the fox's head. Even his whiskers and lips get the same delicate treatment and since Dusk's eyes are closed, Dom smoothes her thumbs carefully over his eyelids before continuing upward.

A strange feeling is bubbling in my chest…and I don't like it.

Am I…am I seriously getting jealous…of a fox!?

When Dom's fingers reach the back of Dusk's ears, the little kit opens his eyes and begins to pant excitedly, his tail now just a sunset white blur.

And then…I want to say I fell asleep suddenly and was now dreaming, but I know that's not the case.

Dusk…his blue eyes slightly pivot to my direction… He's looking at me…

A blink…a wink!?

My eyes widen and my jaw drops. I'm being…taunted by a damn fox?!

/Suck it loser! She's touching me and not you! I am awesome and you're not!/

*SNAP*

I break the paintbrush in my hand as I reel back in shock, causing my stool to tilt and fall. I land with a loud *thud!* and an "Oof!" on my back and stare up at the ceiling disbelievingly.

"Oh my gosh! Lloyd!"

A rushing sound of footsteps…small gentle hands on my chest…large pools of violet looking worriedly down at me…

"Lloyd…are you okay?"

My dazed gaze zeroes in on pretty lips…ones that emitted soft words laced in a thick Spanish accent…

Still too shocked to get angry at her for touching me, I nod absently to answer her question.

"Y-Y-Yeah...I-I-I…." Geez, I'm stuttering all over the place! And my body is even shaking!

I try to push myself up using my forearms, but struggle. That's when much larger and stronger hands grip my shoulders and help me to sit up.

"Lloyd? What happened?"

Cole's voice is calm and I'm thankful he sounds genuinely concerned and not teasing me. I shake my head roughly and take a few minutes to get my breathing under control.

Did I just imagine that or did Dusk really just…

I look up at Dom still kneeling beside me. "Can Dusk talk?" I ask her flat-out, but she looks completely taken back.

"What? No, he…he never say—s-said anything," she replies, now looking at me with even more concern than before. "Are you sure…you are…okay, Lloyd?"

"Yeah, yeah…" I sigh, shaking my head again.

That proves it then. I mean, I've heard animals speak before, but they were the Kunoichi's summons and Dusk couldn't possibly be like them. He's so tiny and doesn't look even remotely special, except for maybe the blue eyes thing. Man, what was that…? Huh?

I glance down distractively...Dominique's hands are still on my chest. However, she retracts them with a quickness that I didn't know she possessed and I peer up at her face just in time to see her look away with a blush. Which, frustratingly, causes me to blush also.

Geez…

I get to my feet easily and dust myself off.

"Lloyd?"

"I think I'm just getting hungry," I say dismissively before Cole can question me further. "I'm fine."

Dom casts me one more fretful glance before heading back to her seat and Cole just ruffles my hair before going back to his station. Once alone, I cut my eyes to the source of the unnecessary ruckus. While Dom starts building her armature with the roll of wire for the fox's big dumb head, he sits idly on the table looking straight at me.

My eyes narrow accusingly at him as he yawns loudly and scratches behind his ear with a hind leg.

I'm not jealous of you.

                                                                                           *~PoA~*

The rest of Art class was uneventful and needless to say, I didn't finish my painting. During lunch, which consisted of curry chicken crepes and grilled brie sandwiches courtesy of both Zane and Ayane, Dominique excused herself early stating, she wasn't hungry just tired and escaped to her room. She had ordered Dusk to stay behind and eat his meal. That's when I learned the results to the Kunoichi's training session this morning. My sister could activate her Ascension at will now. However, it was thanks to Dominique's assistance in directing her to draw power from the heart, not just from the Element within which led to her success. And with her help, it seemed that Dom had unlocked one of her own powers too. The Element of Darkness. As it turned out, with Dom being the Phoenix, she does have the four Counter-brink Elements within her just as Sasha speculated a few days back, as well as some other fifth element that's completely unknown. The Kunoichi were worried that Dominique's powers were going to be too much for her body to handle. Unlike me, even before I became the Green Ninja of Creation, my body was already accustomed to strenuous activity, having traversed a lot of Ninjago during my days as a delinquent. Dom however…the Kunoichi informed me she had fainted after unlocking one of her Elements and…she fainted yesterday too. Not to mention, she's been having frequent bouts of headaches as well. Everyone fretted over Dom's physical and mental health and it was suggested by Ayane that starting her training regardless of whether or not she stayed may be their only option, if only to safeguard Dominique's well-being while she helped them train and came to a decision on whether or not to accept her destiny as the Phoenix of Prophecy.

It wasn't finalized, but it was something they were considering, but I didn't like it one bit. To me, it sounded like they were taking Dom's fragility too lightly, like if they just trained her for a few days then she'll be strong enough to withstand the unlocking of her powers and whatever else comes her way. Have they already forgotten the life she came from? Being blind for ten years, what blind person they know ran on a daily basis? Or got deeply centered with their Chi and the inner machinations of their spirit? Or did any kind of arduous physical or mental activity for that matter? None, I bet. It may be cruel to say, but the handicapped are taught caution before anything else. They move through life slowly with an ample supply of wariness to their environment. How do I know? So sue me! I looked it up on the Game Room's computer yesterday night while everyone else was dead asleep. I was…curious…that's all…

Anyway, Dom's had her new sight for only a little over a year and fine, maybe she does get around well enough, but that doesn't exclude how…delicate she is. She's just so young and…different. Maybe if she was older and had more experience with herself and the world…It's wrong! Okay?! It just feels so wrong to me! Am I really the only one who can see just how…out of place she is among us? I really am considering cornering her and explaining outright what is expected of her. Does she know she's supposed to go up against an entire race of powerful beings? Does she know she may have to take lives despite if she wants to or not? Dominique helped my sister get stronger, but I wonder how Ebony truly feels about her being here. Especially while knowing her people could be at risk the longer Dom stays active as the Phoenix. What consequences will there be in the future when everything comes full-circle? My head hurts just from thinking about it… I remember the flash of…something that flickered over my sister's face the last time her people were mentioned.

I'm…really beginning to dread the future…

And another thing that happened during lunch was that Cole decided to use Kai's plan. He and Sasha would venture into Monsoon as visitors to inspect the village thoroughly and Zane and Ayane were chosen to scout and survey the caravan when it left the village into the woodlands. The rest of us were to stay here and keep our guard up…and protect Dominique. Cole deduced that the operation shouldn't take more than twenty-four hours and wanted everyone to meet back at the Bounty at dawn Friday morning. So yeah, this operation takes place first thing tomorrow.

It wasn't long before evening hit and Dom and I were standing in the kitchen waiting for Sasha to show up. She had been telling me happily that, like Art Class, she hoped cooking was not totally off-limits to her too since she wanted to learn. Apparently, her grandpa did all of the cooking when she was at home. I was just about to ask about her parents when Sasha came striding in. I could tell from the look on her face that something was bugging her and it was then that she announced that Home Ec. was cancelled due to an emergency meeting she was going to call with the other Kunoichi. Before leaving however, she instructed me to teach Dominique a few breathing and Chi exercises until the guys got back from their supply run.

Now here I am, sitting cross-legged on the plush carpeted floor of the Game Room with Dominique a mere two feet away in front of me, watching and observing with the kindest of smiles in place. I think about smiling back but decide against it, keeping my expression neutral. Ebony would be proud.

Besides, it's not like it would make much difference if I did smile or not. Hell, I could stick my tongue out at her and she wouldn't bat an eye, I bet. Not like I would do something so childish and stupid though.

I release a subtle sigh. She lacks the ability to see details. If she wants to get a clear picture in her head about what something of someone looks like, she'll have to rely on her hands.

A conventional method of the visually-impaired…

I cast a glance over at the animal pair on the couch. For once, Dusk isn't paying much attention to Dominique. His deplorability seemed to be most concentrated on the sleek blackness that was Mydnyte as the two lounged on the thick black velvet cushions together. The red fox kit was leaning somewhat heavily on the flank of the cat, his eyes closed and his tongue lolling out of his mouth in content and Mydnyte, the feline epitome of indifference, was showing not only tolerance to the kit's affection but giving some of her own by delivering a few consecutive licks to the top of his muzzle.

I can't say I really know what to make of this honestly weird happening, all I can recall is the feeling of…whatever that was in Art Class when Dom was mapping-out Dusk's face with extreme tenderness and thoroughness. It wasn't jealousy! I absolutely refuse to believe that! It was just…

I can't help but give a huff of indignation as my face once again begins to call forth more blood than necessary. This is seriously getting ridiculous!

"Lloyd…? Am I…sup—supposed to be breathing…the way you are?"

My brow puckers dubiously as I try to make sense of what she said. I bite my lower lip in anger when embarrassing realization plows into me. How in the world did I forget what I was supposed to be doing that fast!?

"Ah…no," I say, clenching my disdainfully clammy fists tight on my knees. "I was just thinking about what exercises to show you first."

I know it was a shameless lie and from Dom's frown I think she knows it too. But as soon as the frown appears, it leaves and a slender cinnamon eyebrow arcs up playfully.

"Do you always…think in anger?"

I stare at her and feel a little unnerved when a smile tugs at my lips. "Only on hot days."

She grins too. "I will…wish for cooler days then."

"Wishful thinking never got anyone anywhere," I counter swiftly, "especially once summer kicks in full force."

"There are…cool days in summer."

I shrug. "Who's to say I don't think in anger on cool days?"

"You did."

"Huh?"

Twin amethyst pools glimmer in triumph. "You said, "Only on hot days."

I can actually hear the figurative slamming of a cage door. Trapped. "I lied!" I snap back in a panic.

"Again?"

Time freezes as our eyes lock and just like that, the spell is broken and we both erupt into laughter. It's hard to wrap my head around the craziness I just willingly took part of. Who in their right minds would banter back and forth about the weather and how it affected a person's thought process and mood?! But you know something…it has actually been a while since I laughed like this. And who brought it out of me, but a girl I've known no less than forty-eight hours. A girl I was dead-set on not liking the moment I saw her. And yet, here I am basking in her presence, happily intoxicating myself in the relaxation and cheerfulness I've been depriving myself of since my uncle died. And looking at her and hearing her joy, has its effects on me too.

Cute… Pretty… A beguiling laugh…

She really is different. Everything from her mannerisms to her demeanor screams dainty and girly, like she's some sort of debutant. None of the Kunoichi have Dominique's layer of softness, not Nya, not Sasha, not Ayane, not even Ebony with her level of refinement. And it's not like I'm calling Dom refined or anything just…soft. Kind of like the red rose I had planted in the kitchen for Sasha to find back in April. Only Dom is more like crystal, more priceless and fragile and that's why I want to protect her. I won't deny that simple fact. That's why, despite what everyone else says, I will get Dominique off this ship and see to it that she returns home safely. I have to tell her. She deserves happiness not horror and if she stays, then that's all that awaits her on the Blood-soaked Bounty.

My legs feel a little numb from sitting in this position for so long. I don't know how Zane and Sasha can do it for hours on end. I take another peek at Dusk and Mydnyte on the couch and find them fast asleep in the same position they were in previously.

Good, no distractions.

I stretch out my legs and lean back on my hands, my light grin being dutifully replaced by a hard frown. Dom keeps her smile though and lifts a hand to her hair to twirl a finger around a curly strand.

I swallow as my mouth goes dry. My "symptoms" are coming back.

The sooner I get this over with, the sooner everything will go back to normal.

I open my mouth, but Dom's voice comes out before mine.

"You have a…a nice laugh, Lloyd. It is…nice to hear…" she compliments in her quiet Spanish purr, moving her finger counter-clockwise to unravel the strand caught around it. Her half-lidded gaze is centered somewhere around my legs and after a moment, as if following my lead, she relaxes her own posture and sits with a slouch, letting her left hand bear the brunt of her weight while her legs curl femininely to the side.

A gradual spread of pink appears along her cheeks and just like this morning, my brain comes to a screeching halt as the temperature in my body escalates and my heart begins to pound soundly in my ears.

"It…It is strange though…" she continues thoughtfully and painstakingly slow, using the same finger she utilized to play with her hair to draw small circles on the carpet. The same way she did this morning on my sleeve. "I…remember it…It like…" a frown of concentration, "It is like…a memory…from a dream…"

"What?" I ask confused. What is she talking about?

Her eyes finally dart up to look at me and a sudden urge shoots within my soul to get closer, to stare deeply into dark and rich violet pools. My forehead is beaded with sweat and I grimace as my hands claw and clump into the carpet, not willing to give in to the stupid temptation.

Pretty wild orchard lips purse briefly in indecision. "…Can I…tell you a secret, Lloyd?" Her whisper is so quiet that if I didn't have such owl-like hearing, I surely would've missed her words.

Strange that I don't even have to think before I answer. "Yeah."

The amethysts shift to the left, over my shoulder to the door before quickly fleeting back to my face. "I…I had a dream last night…" she begins in the same delicate undertone. "I did not tell them….because…because I cannot make it…make sense…and a part of me…did not want to…"

"But you…want to tell me?" I ask for clarification and she nods. "Why?" I blurt out next. That alone doesn't make sense since I haven't been exactly forthcoming or friendly towards her.

"Because the dream…had something to do with you…I think…And I want it…between us."

This visibly shakes me. "You want what between us?" A weird sensation is prickling in my chest. It feels like excitement mingled with something else.

Alarm? Intrigue? …Want? Do I actually want something between us?

She inches closer, crawling towards me in between my legs and reaches out to touch my shoulder before settling back on her knees. My face feels so hot that I wouldn't be surprised if my entire head burst into flames!

"Let me…tell you the dream," she whispers and I nod absently, my mind too focused on allowing my lungs to fill with her flora scent than produce coherent thoughts at the moment, and my eyes relish at getting the chance to stare blatantly into deep depths of violet. But when she does begin again, I listen intently.

"I wasn't myself…I was a bird…and I was flying. My sight was the same…as it is now…and…flying beside me…was the beautiful green aura…and shape of a dragon…It was the same…beautiful green…as your aura…only…no darkness…"

I stay silent.

"I could not move…the way I wanted…I could not say what I wanted…I was…living-dreaming…of a memory, I think. It felt…very real…so real that I can clearly…recall the way…the warm air felt through my feathers…beneath my wings. My name or…the bird—the phoenix's name was Aurora…and the dragon's was Flaragon. They were searching for…others—foes…powerful foes, a Black Phoenix and a Black Dragon. And during the search you—I mean Flaragon laughed about…something…and even though his laugh was much deeper and growly, your laugh…stirred my memories of the dream…It is very mysterious, right?...Lloyd, I think maybe…"

"You can't stay here," I interrupt sternly, whatever was happening I had to stop it before it got worse. Before it got uncontrollable. She looks at me, her eyes wide in shock. "It's too dangerous. It's not safe. Do you understand?" I carry on, but even as I say these things to her, flashes of my own dream from the dragon's perspective assails pointedly in my mind's eye.

Her hand is still on my shoulder, but her soft grip loosens until it's able to slide down to the center of my chest, over my heart. "Lloyd? What…what is wrong?"

Doesn't she get it! Fine, I'll make her get it!

I move forward, no longer leaning back and bend my legs at the knee. One hand takes hold of her shoulder while the other buries itself within the mass of cinnamon sable curls. Something stabs at my thundering heart, an insistently strong and ancient instinct that tells me that just touching the silken ringlets wasn't enough. I was supposed to bury my face into the soft twisting forest and relish in the feel of having her so close.

Another memory flashes in my mind and tunnels down to my heart. All I see is darkness but I can feel the unmistakable heat of fire and suppleness of feathers. The sublime and tantalizing mixture of feels was against my scaly cheek and I loved it.

I loved her.

Flaragon and Aurora?

I determinedly fight through the dragon's memory and focused on what I wanted—needed to say.

"What's wrong is you being here. You don't belong with us and especially not with me, so whatever you're thinking just forget about it and go home."

"Forget? How can I?"

"You've only been here for a few days, Dom," I argue logically. "That's not enough time to make us your friends and bond with us. You should have no problem returning to your normal life."

Her face turns stricken and her eyes flee downward, causing her long lashes to partially obscure dark lavender and lilac. "That…That is not true. The Kunoichi…I…what I feel from them…they care…" her irises lift back up to my face, "…and so do you. You would not be saying this…if…if you did not."

My eyes narrow at her for using my own words against me. "You're a frail, scared little girl and I've been taught to protect the weak. That is the extent of my caring," I strike back coldly.

"Yes, I am…" she admits quietly. "…and I am aware of the danger, Lloyd—"

"Are you?" I challenge. "Are you aware that you could get killed? Are you aware that you may have to kill others?" My predictions about the future turn dark and morbid. "Commit genocide? Obliterate an entire race of people?!"

My voice grew louder and more forceful and her face pales considerably. "N-No, I will never go against my beliefs…no matter what. I will never…take a life…"

"All the more reason for you to get out of here." I say through gritted teeth, my expression hardening further. "Or do you prefer to be surrounded by killers?"

"I have…I have no right to judge anyone and—and I know you all are good people…" her small hand trembles on my chest but she still manages to fist my shirt tight, "…especially you, Lloyd… And I know I will never be a kunoichi…"

"If you know that then why stay here? What are you aiming to be?"

"That is…what I want to find out…" There's an inner sense of fortitude and resilience that I can easily feel from her and see in her eyes. "And…I know I can only…find the answer here. Do you…know what it is like, Lloyd? To look in the mirror…and see nothing…but a phantom?"

"What? A phantom?"

"For a while…every night after…I received my new sight…the Celestial would…visit me in my dreams…to teach me…the many colors of the universe…He said…it was important for me to know them all…since my sight will change slowly over time…" She smiles serenely and my hand that had remained unmoving in the recesses of her curly mane, comb tentatively through it. I marvel at how unnaturally easy it is to do so.

"…Every color…every mixture of shades known to Man…and beyond…is im…imprinted on my mind… During my grief…my time with the Celestial helped me…with the still fresh wounds in my heart… I was healing and…well…I always avoided looking in the mirror be-because…I wanted to wait until I knew all the colors…so I could…name it, I guess… I thought that…my aura would be very pretty…and grand…like a princess…" I frown when I hear her laugh, it sounded so empty and hollow. "When I finally did look…I was…very d-disappointed… I did not have a shape even…all I saw was a…a scraggly blotch of…of nothing…just the dullest blacks and grays…I do not look in the mirror anymore…"

Words spew forth before I can stop them. The need to console her is so strong. Strange, when just hours ago I enjoyed seeing her vexation. There's a difference this time though, her eyes have never looked so sullen…and I don't like it. I don't mind seeing her bothered…but I have a problem with seeing her sad.

"Forget about your aura! You do know what you actually look like, right? I mean, your aura isn't physical! You had to have felt your face! You have to know you're pretty! You have—" My fingers grope through the naturally spun locks of her hair. "—the softest curly brown hair ever! And it's not just brown either! When the light hits it just right, you can see black too! And your eyes…" She's looking at me with such anticipation and a strange part of me doesn't want to disappoint her. "They're this…deep, deep purple. Unimaginably beautiful…I bet no one in any realm has eyes like yours."

"Lloyd…" Her face turns bright red and I turn away from her, feeling my own face flush scarlet.

I reflexively pull on a scowl to try to save some form of my dignity. "Anyway…you know that, right?"

She's silent and I take the chance to inwardly berate myself. Bleh! How could I carry on like that!? I feel like a dorky character from one of those cheap, tawdry young adult romance novels I hear Nya and Ayane sometimes harp about!

I don't know what has come over me. None of it makes any sense. When I saw her eyes dull, it felt like a clawed-hand had gripped my heart savagely and I instantly knew I wanted to make her feel better. What are all these temptations I have now concerning Dominique? Why am I beginning to feel such burning desires? I have feeling this has much more to do with than just puberty…

Freakin' Zane…

"M-My p-parents and grandpa told me…what I look like…yes…"

I hesitantly meet her eyes again. Her face is still red, but her amethysts sparkled vividly with gratitude. "But…they never told me with such…passion… Um…thank you…Lloyd."

I bite my lip to keep from yelling that it wasn't "passion" just…something else. Instead I reply with a shaky, "Y-Y-Yeah…"

We're quiet for a spell.

Her hand still fisting my shirt.

My hand still embedded deep in her hair.

We're still so close to each other… Why…?

I decide to break the silence. "And…I'm sorry about your parents. Ebony didn't tell me that they were gone."

She nods solemnly. "They were killed…in a car problem—I mean car…c-crash…a year ago."

"I'm sorry," I say again and she nods again.

Another silence.

"It sounds like you're staying," I say quietly and she looks up at me and shakes her head.

"I do not know…I have to still think…"

I sigh, feeling very tired and fatigued. "I still feel the same," I state flatly.

"I…had a feeling you would…"

She gives me one of her small delicate smiles and I return a somewhat lop-sided one and retract my hand from her hair and she gradually loosens her grip on my shirt and lets her own hand fall away from my chest.

Whether from tiredness or that strange instinctual urge from before, my body protests the distance I put between myself and Dominique. I scoot back while she remains where she is, her eyes watching me carefully. I re-cross my legs achingly once enough space is between us and she copies my positioning.

And as I begin instructing her about the numerous expansions and decompressions of her lungs when using structured breathing…another one of Flaragon's memories flash into my mind.

And the sight left me feeling…something I couldn't put into words…

The vision of the phoenix named Aurora…her demeanor beaten and her once vibrant violet gaze forlorn as she looked at me—Flaragon…And…a much larger, obviously male phoenix was beside her…his plumage and feathers as dark and black as an endless abyss of nothingness… and his eyes…gold and silver, cold and taunting as he wrapped his sinister wings possessively around her…and disappeared from sight.
Power of Aura Chapter 8
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I tighten my hold on Ebony as she leaps acrobatically about like I weighed nothing. We had long-since caught up with Sasha and Nya, though they are still somewhat ahead of us, and I spy Ayane and Dusk's auras beside us too. Riding on the back of Sasha's Guardian, Nagendra, was beyond stellar and exciting, but I never knew riding on the back of a kunoichi would be equally as exhilarating!

They all moved with unimaginable grace and speed. Shouts of joy and whoops of charged elation all fill the air from the majestic women. I even hear Ebony chuckle deeply, the sound vibrating merrily through her back and into my heart. The beautiful colors of their auras would zip in and out of my line of sight, leaving a tailwind of their respected elements to follow their flurrying paths, and as Ebony flips rapidly from wall to wall upward…I feel…weightless… I feel like I'm flying…in my own way…

Time seems to slow down as I look at the world from behind the shoulder of a natural master of the environment.

I…I want to be like them…

I want to be an embodiment of absolute freedom…

I want to soar through the air with my own body…I want to achieve this unfathomable nimbleness that they all posses. They move and adjust with the terrain around them without a single hint of hesitation or complaint. When it rises, they ascend. When it falls, they drop. When it curves every which way and that, they shift their bodies accordingly like dancers to an unbreakable rhythm.

I close my eyes and can delightfully feel the change in wind and momentum, the almost nonexistent pull of gravity. The long scarf around Ebony's neck tickles my cheek every now and then with its silkiness and a mysteriously exotic scent of seared leather and fine blossoms wafts from it.

I wonder…can I really turn my back on the possibility of becoming like them? In their entire physical prowess? I don't want to fight or hurt anybody, but…I guess it would be nice to not feel so limited. It would be nice to feel…strong…and…beautiful…

Lloyd is a ninja and I bet he can move like this. And if he can, then surely I can too! I-I think…if I worked hard enough…

So then…do I join them? No…I can't base my enlistment just for my own wants to be graceful. If I join…I have to be in it for the long haul. I have to think about this carefully…

"Ah-ha! This looks like the perfect spot here, ladies!" Sasha suddenly shouts and I open my eyes to see we have come to a very high but stable piece of rugged flat land. Ebony lowers to the ground and I detach myself from her person. Dusk hurriedly jumps from Ayane's arms and starts prancing and yipping around our little group excitedly. It looks like he had just as much fun as I did coming here.

I glance up to the black skies and can barely detect the pillowing grey substance of moving clouds. The sun is supposedly a sphere of blinding light. Although no matter how long I stare at it, I don't feel any pain or strain to my retinas. I let my fingers button-up my jean jacket when an unexpectedly strong wind rushes through us.

I'm glad Lloyd mentioned the slight change of temperature… It is a little colder now.

"Okay, so how should we go about this?" Ayane asks as I return my attention to the ones before me.

"Let's not try to activate our Ascension right away," Ebony recommends and unsheathes two strange-looking three-pronged silver weapons from her sides. "We should go about our normal routine and get warmed-up first."

"Warmed-up, eh?" Nya responds with a whimsical edge of teasing, the magenta gales inside her vibrant purple form dancing to and fro. "I thought that was what my brother was for?"

Ayane and Sasha giggle at Nya's playful remark while I look on curiously as the crimson radiance peeks once again from behind curtains of shadows. But as soon as it revealed a sliver of itself, a decisive convergence of silver and black covers it up again.

"I've decided not to even dignify that with a response," Ebony replies. "However…" she twirls her weapons readily, "because of your silver tongue, I think I'll use you to get my blood going."

I smile. It has only been a single day since I've been acquainted with these four women and yet along with my curiosity, I feel a natural kinship with them, like a magnetic pull to their souls. Their auras inform me of who they are; something words would take too long to do and…it's there… I can literally feel a connection to them.

Like I'm supposed to be with them…like I'm supposed to learn from them…

My heart stirs and begins thumping hard in my chest. What am I to do…?

Nya taunts the other kunoichi with a cometh wave of her hand and my eyes widen with alarm as three extremely long and sharp claws abruptly extend from the pulsating violet covering around her appendage. "Ready when you are, little sister…" she beckons and the two quickly square-off, each settling into a low and ready stance that made their auras pulse with power.

But before either of them could move, Sasha thrusts a rather menacing and perceptibly lengthy staff between them. As expected, it is imbued with the same color of her aura though stunning drops of aqua drip continuously from it. I wonder if she can feel the water leaking from her weapon or maybe she's the one causing it to be so sodden to begin with.

"Yeah, yeah, but before we get started, let's discuss Dominique's role first," she says and Nya and Ebony relax their posture and turn to me. Ayane follows suit and lowers a mystical bow she once had strapped to her back. However…I can see no arrows…

"Dominique, simply observe us to start with. No doubt our auras will change as we train, thus let us know if you see anything worth mentioning. We'll be attempting to activate our Ascension during combat with each other and hopefully all goes well. Stay at a safe distance too, okay?"

I nod in understanding and walk further away from them to plant myself on an elevated slab of rock. Dusk soon joins me and lays his head on my lap. The Kunoichi once again spring into action and face-off against one another at a reasonable distance away from me.

I swallow a little worriedly as I see Ebony and Nya brandish their deadly weapons. I have a feeling one won't attempt to hurt the other too badly, but I guess it's just the sight of their lethal arsenals that I'm concerned about.

Will I have to wield something like that if I join them? The thought didn't appeal to me at all. Weapons were created to harm and kill swiftly…and other times slow and painfully…also, the ones that the Kunoichi had, displayed that brutality in the rawest sense. But…weapons were also created to protect. Those who weren't strong enough to defend using their own power or needed to even the odds against a foe who had a weapon of their own has to adapt to the situation to guarantee the safety of their life or the lives of the ones they sought to protect. When looking at it that way, weapons are ordained as a "necessary evil…"

I shake my head and look to Ayane and Sasha. Hmm…I can't say I understand what I'm looking at since I lack any sort of combat knowledge, but from what I can see, Sasha looked to be at the most disadvantage from going up against Ayane. The tall lithe aqua kunoichi spun her staff in a relaxed manner as she simply walked to cover the distance between herself and the sunny aura. And Ayane stood as still as a statue, her long and divinely lit bow cocked and ready to release…

What exactly…Oh!

At that moment, Ayane's aura pulsed and the bright whitish gold within her manifested outwardly and loaded itself to the holy white string of her bow.

Then…a beam of pure light was released…directly aimed at Sasha.

This got the action to stir up rapidly. No longer lax, Sasha dodges the shot and all but charges at Ayane, the gap between them dwindling fast. However, Ayane was on the move as well and with each pulse of her aura, an arrow of holy light streaked through the air.

Sasha repeatedly either deflected or dodged the shots fired at her, while Ayane wisely kept her distance and deployed multiple volleys of light to halt the water kunoichi in her tracks. Who was exerting the most energy though? I can see as well as feel Ayane pull power from her aura in order to use her bow and surely leaping back and twisting off walls of rocks to stay away from Sasha is taking its toll on her body. Was it equal then? Sasha is doing some fancy maneuvering herself to keep out of harm's way, the twirling of her staff a blur of watery aqua.

I turn back to Ebony and Nya and almost gasp in fright, although my heartbeat does start to pound anxiously. Their fight looks way scarier than Sasha and Ayane's! Up close and personal is the only way I know how to describe it. Their weapons are a complete and absolute extension of their bodies. A resounding clang of metal upon metal resonates through the atmosphere each time their blades connected with each other. A flurry of kicks and punches, dodging and weaving to avoid potentially fatal injuries…it really looks like they were trying to kill each other now!

Dusk nuzzles against me, I know he's trying to get me to calm down, but I've never seen any form of combat before! I've only touched very light bases on the wars that used to ravage our world in Social Studies. I stroke his head and try to keep focus on the fiercely pulsating auras of Dark and Wind. The two look evenly matched to me, although Nya seems to be able to attack more often than Ebony. But then Ebony seems to be pushing Nya back due to the sheer force of her parries and counters.

My brow furrows in concentration as I peer closely at the Kunoichi of Darkness. That crimson radiance has appeared again…and here I thought it showed itself only when Kai or happy moments were afoot. However…I'm starting to understand now that that's not the case. Ebony…is very different from the other Kunoichi. It seems…that beautifully rich red is in fact her soul and she's more in tune with it than I bet even she realizes.

As the seconds tick by and more power is excised from her aura, I observe that Nya is being continuously pushed back and Ebony gaining the upper-hand.

Strange…what's that…?

The crimson radiance blinks silver and a fine line of blood travels upward from it until it reaches the location where her eyes would be if I could see them, then…

This time I actually do release a gasp at what I see. It was just for a brief second if that, but…the sockets of her eyes had flared red and intricate markings were etched around them. The silvery black shadows of her aura pulsed dangerously rapid like a heart going into cardiac arrest and I instantly leap to my feet in alarm.

"WAIT! WAIT! EBONY, STOP!" I yell, but my shouts fall on deaf ears. I never did have a very loud voice so I'm not all that surprised they couldn't hear me. Plus, I don't scream or even get upset very often. Still, I have to get their attention right away!

This is going to be risky but, what choice do I have…

"EBONY, NYA, EVERYONE, PLEASE STOP!" I yell again, running towards the aggressively active women. I wave my arms about frantically and Dusk even lends his voice to my cause, barking and whining loudly. And thankfully, it works. All four combatants stop their attacks and look to me and Dusk as we stop in front of Ebony and Nya.

"Ebony…" I breathe and swallow a quick gasp of breath, immediately putting my hands on her body. Above everything else even my special sight, touch is the most important and potent sense I have. The texture of her attire is smooth and stretchy, similar to spandex yet tougher and more durable. Her aura still pulsed more sporadically than the others and her lustrous crimson soul was still visible.

"What is it, Dominique?" Ebony asks. If I alarmed her with my physical approach, she didn't show it. Her voice was still as calm and silky as ever. I'm glad she didn't freak-out and I'm usually not this forward with touching other people, but I just had to feel this power within her for myself. Seeing it was simply not enough.

"This…right here…" I begin tentatively, sliding my hands up to stop along the length of her sternum, right where her red soul rested. The area feels incredibly warm yet…foreign…in a way… Maybe…"unique" is a better word. "Do you feel okay?" I ask next. The beat of her heart is strong and as I lift my gaze upward, I notice that fine line of blood stopped short of her esophagus. That new power was still trying to express itself, but I wander…

Why did her soul flicker silver…?

"I'm fine. Why do you ask? …You look frantic and disturbed," she replies in a low and calculative tone.

I shake my head, glancing up to her face quickly before focusing once more on her lively aura. "You have to feel more," I say as strongly as I can, wanting her to understand. I'm afraid if she becomes too idle, her element will hide her soul again. "Feel inside you…yourself. Call power from where heart is… Your…your element wants to help more."

"She obviously sees something, Ebony," I hear Ayane say off to my right and Sasha concurs.

"Yeah…why don't you give it a shot, irmã?"

Ebony's eyes are solely on me. I can feel them. "Alright…I'll try."

The other three step back, but I stay where I am. I feel that I have to and Ebony doesn't seem to mind and no one comments.

"I will…I will help you," I say. I sound kind of strange, like distracted and focused at the same time. I don't know what it is I feel. I just know I have to stay where I am and help her.

"As you wish… Please guide me, Dominique…"

At once, her entire aura moves rapidly within her. Shadows of black and silver dance and swirl, fogs of metallic and chrome miasma constrict and dilate, but the crimson radiance doesn't react. If anything, it dims. She was drawing power from the wrong source!

"No!" I shout desperately. "Do not focus on only element but heart too!" I think about all the times I've seen the crimson radiance appear. When she was happy and laughing in the dining room or when Kai was near or when Kai was mentioned by Nya earlier, or even when she was with Lloyd. "Think about…love, who matters most! Think hard and hold on to it!"

Amazing…

Her soul…that enchanting crimson radiance…thumps with the rhythm of her heart and expands. And as her soul shines brighter, her mysterious element seeps from the confines of her body and outward to surround her…and me.

"Domin…you…ill…kay…?!"

"Eb…! Wha…oing…on?!"

"Sas…should…do?!"

The other Kunoichi's voices were loud but distorted. I unconsciously move closer to Ebony and I feel Dusk curl his body around my ankles.

I do not fear this…This darkness does not feel evil at all…Me and Dusk are safe…

I close my eyes serenely. It's tangible, this incredible dark power. It's hard to believe that such strength is housed inside a mere human. What's more, there's something else I feel…wrapped in comforting darkness…memories suddenly flood my mind's eye.

Memories…that were not my own…

A black dome of protection encircled around both Ninja and Kunoichi and frightening red auras had to remove their long appendages from their once captives in fear and pain. Furious hisses thunder through my mind and fear courses through me. The black dome lifts; cradling the Shinobi within safely and in a brilliant flash of crimson…disappears altogether.

DO YOU FEAR THE DARK, DOMINIQUE?

A supreme and booming voice…one I had not heard in months…

No…of course not… It's hard to fear something you've been familiar with for ten years since the day you were born…

YES, AND WITH THAT FAMILIARITY, YOU SHALL EMBRACE AND UNLOCK ONE OF THE FIVE ELEMENTS THAT DWELL DORMANT INSIDE YOU.

My head feels like it's going to explode from the sheer magnitude and resonance the voice carried. I try my hardest to hang on, not clearly understanding my Lord's words.

What…? There are five…? But, my Lord…I haven't decided to—

I KNOW. AND YOU WILL. NOW, BRACE YOURSELF, LITTLE ONE.

I'm falling. I'm slipping and falling inside the black of darkness. My heart decides to replace the resonant voice of the Celestial and pounds relentlessly in my ears. I try to grasp on to anything to keep from falling to deep and from my desperation, strong hands grip my shoulders tightly. And just from their touch, my eyes snap open and all I see is the foreboding and ominous aura of Ebony and her Element and apparently…mine too…all around us. The perfect balance of shadow and chrome with her radiant blood-red soul shining brightly from her heart's position.

I blearily lift my gaze higher and focus on a pair of otherworldly eyes that flared red and seem to penetrate me right down to the core. The glowing designs are also back and are permanently etched around her dominating stare.

My head hurts again and for reasons beyond my understanding, I feel the prick of tears stab the corners of my eyes as vertigo assaults me with a vengeance. Something strange is happening inside of me, an unraveling of such and it's not long before that something becomes completely unhinged. It travels through my body curiously like a comatose person waking from their deep sleep and trying to get a feel for their surroundings. It feels heavy but not overwhelmingly so and soon…it stops moving and simply settles in content.

And from it, I feel an even deeper connection to the one holding me…a bond of nocturnal value.

"Dominique…"

Her voice chimes in echo and still maintains its velvety candor that I'm sure only she has.

"…thank you…" are the last words I hear as my body gives out and my mind is once again embraced by darkness.

                                                                                          *~PoA~*

*THWUMP THWUMP* *THUNK, THUNK* *THWUMP*

The heavy bag swayed gently at the result of each of my attacks. It was satisfying to hear the impact my fists and feet caused upon the sand-filled training tool.

*THWUMP THUNK*

The chains overhead rattled in discontent, but whateve's I needed to release my anger out on something since the brunt of my training was over.

Training…yeah right!

All four of those scoundrels may have had serious expressions during the whole exercise, but since they had begun training me in awareness and team unity and such, I had noticed almost straight-away their laughing eyes when they thought I wasn't looking or distracted. Tch! I even caught their obstructed snickering and breathless whispers behind my back, all because of my humiliation this morning with Dominique.

I growl. They were most likely still making fun of me right now! It has only been about fifteen minutes since Cole instructed me to go train independently while he and the other Satan-worshippers discussed what adjustments needed to be made to my training regimen.

Regardless of the sweat amassed on my face and my hair clinging to my forehead, I kept my hood on refusing to give them the satisfaction at seeing my mortification.

*THUNK, THUNK, THUNK*

I still can't believe how I spazzed-out up there! Why did she have to speak so softly with that thick accent of hers!? Why did she have to touch me so gently!? Why did she have to look at me with such caring violet eyes!?

I clench my fist tight and follow-through with a staggering straight punch that causes the bag to swing back violently and hit the wall behind it before jumbling forward within range of my wrath again.

My face continues to burn in both anger and embarrassment. Mingled in with the scent of sweat and exertion the Ninja Training Hall always seemed to permeate, I can still smell the fresh aroma of gardenias…

Aaaaarrrrgggghhhh!

*TWUMP TWUMP TWUMP THUNK TWUMP THUNK—SHLIT!*

The sharp force of my last kick actually makes a cut along the thick hide of the bag and sand pours forth from the opening like a rushing river onto the hardwood floor.

"Y'know Lloyd, as much we enjoy watching you release all your pent-up puberty energy, replacing training equipment ain't cheap," I hear Kai snipe behind me and I cut my eyes over my shoulder to glare at him, my breath coming out in ragged pants.

I was obviously done training. "Can I go now?" I sneer in obvious contempt at my teachers.

Cole crosses his arms and shrugs nonchalantly. "Sure, but we just want to let you know you did well today. We'll have to hold-out on training you for the time being however until the stake-out on Monsoon is complete. I want the majority of our effort and focus to be on possible preliminary Serpentine activity."

"Nya and I have already started working on the amplifier for Zane, so it'll be ready by tomorrow," Jay informs us while throwing back his hood and running a hand through his damp hair. "Hopefully though, we won't need it."

"Hayate has reported no unusual activity thus far. Nevertheless, he has shown footage of a group of civilians traveling back and forth between the marshlands behind the town and a dense woodland area twelve miles southeast from here. It looks to be just a caravan for harvesting and hunting, like I said, nothing unusual. There have been zero sightings of the Serpentine," Zane supplies in his matter-of-fact manner.

"Those marshlands are the same place we found those snake tracks, Zane," Cole frowns, his green eyes dark in concentration. "Even if it is just nothing, have Hayate keep tabs on that caravan. We can't afford to miss anything. The Monsoon populace could very well still be in danger…or worse yet, under the control of the Serpentine."

"Damn them! They better not have!" I hear Kai growl under his breath. He then turns his fierce golden gaze to Cole. "Hayate can't be everywhere at once, Cole. I really think we should up the ante on this and have one pair of Shinobi scope out those woodlands while Hayate just stays in the marshes. Meanwhile, another pair goes incognito in Monsoon as visitors or somethin'."

"Hmm…while we do have enough man-power to do that…" Cole fades-off, his brow furrowed intensely as he, no doubt, weighs the pros and cons of Kai's suggestion. "We don't want to spread our forces too thin and leave the Bounty defenseless in case the Serpentine launches a surprise attack…"

"And let us not forget about Dominique," Zane contributes. "It must be our utmost priority to see to it that no harm befalls her," he says gravely.

I scowl. No harm will befall her if you all would just send her home! I think viscously, but I keep my opinion to myself of course, knowing that they would only contradict me and explain her importance and most likely even extend my punishment just for the hell of it.

"Right…" Cole sighs and looks to Kai. "Let me think it over. I'll come to a decision later."

"What's to think over!?" Kai suddenly erupts hotly. "Like you said, we do have the man-power to pull it off and as long as Dominique stays on the Bounty that leaves five capable Shinobi behind to protect her and deal with any issues pertaining to enemy threats! Furthermore, if by chance they did need back-up or somethin' the other four are not that far away and would be able to get back here in no time!"

Cole shakes his head. "Yeah, I know that Kai, but you're not looking at the big picture here. What if the other four are detained somehow? What if a large force of Serpentine attacks the Bounty? What then? A few mistakes are all that's needed to turn even a good plan awry if not thought about carefully."

"Ha! You worry too much, man! The Serpentine aren't that smart," Kai smirks confidently. "All that matters is who you send. Right, Jay?"

When everyone looks over at the blue ninja for his input, I quirk an eyebrow at his blank expression. His eyes were glazed over as if deep in thought, but when Kai calls his name again, he jerks into attention.

"Huh?! Oh, uh—right on!" He shouts with a raised fist of false agreement. He sighs and scratches the back of his head in contrition though when we just stare at him.

"Is something on your mind, Jay?" Zane asks politely. "You have been rather preoccupied…Does your diverted behavior have anything to do with Nya?"

"Ah, that obvious, huh?" He smiles. "It's not anything big or anything—no, scratch that! It's huge!" He exclaims, throwing his arms up in the air for emphasis. Jay runs a hand through his hair again, looking a little torn. "It's just…well…the wedding in all. I talked to her a little about it yesterday before we started working on the amplifier and stuff and…well…she agreed with me that we should write our own vows to each other."

"Okay, so what's the problem?" Kai questions, mimicking my raised eyebrow.

Jay looks at us with seriousness that I've only seen a rare few times. "I have too much to say. That's the problem, Kai," he laments. "I've already written out four pages, front and back mind you, of the vows I've decided to say to Nya and I know I should shorten it, but…" he shakes his head solemnly, "if I omit some of them then I'll feel like I'm reneging or being a coward…Argh! I don't know! I guess I'm just already experiencing those pre-wedding jitters. I really want our big day to be perfect."

Right, Jay and Nya's wedding. I remember when it was first announced months ago and I had desperately wanted to be the ring bearer for the ceremony. I scoff inwardly at my innocent state of mind back then. Needless to say, I renounced my voluntary involvement with their wedding after my uncle's murder. On that day, I just want to blend in with the rest of the crowd.

My brow creases however when a certain thought occurs to me.

But…if Dominique stays…will she be at the wedding too? Wearing some…girly dress or…have flowers in her hair? Would they ask her to be their flower girl or something? Would she…ask me to dance with her at the reception…? …Especially when I don't know how to dance!?

My temperature spikes again and a rush of blood settles on my cheeks.

Ugh! Even when she's not in the room, she embarrasses me…I really don't like that girl!

Cole chuckles good-naturedly. "Don't worry, fratello. We'll help you make your vows to Nya short and sweet without making you sound like a total weenie," he says with a comforting smile. "Ya'know, I already wrote mine to Sasha. Got em' down on two little index cards no less." He winks then turns to me.

"Hey Lloyd, why don't you go ahead and head up? Class starts in less than an hour and the Kunoichi and…Dominique should be back shortly. That leaves you plenty of time to freshen up and…dress to impress," he says slyly.

I eye him incredulously. "She's blind, genius! What difference would my clothes make?!" I retort angrily.

"Ah but Lloyd," Zane smoothes his unwanted two-cents right on in. "The visually-impaired are usually inclined to touch what they cannot see. It is how they configure a sense of normalcy. She may be interested in feeling your state of dress or even your skin if you allow it—"

"I don't want her to touch me!" I yell vehemently. Gawd! Just what were these conniving dogs playing at?!

While the other three snicker, Zane looks at me with the patience of a teacher as well as a father.

"Now Lloyd, surely you feel an inclination to be civil with Dominique. Why, despite your rather brusque attitude with her earlier, you are still on a promising path in establishing a friendly relationship—"

Having heard enough, I bolt for the door. But before I take off upstairs, I turn back and scream at them.

"I don't want a relationship with that girl, okay!? So lay off!"

I then proceed up the stairs, already feeling the cooler climate above dispel some of the heat off my body. I stop in my ascent however when I hear Jay call up after me.

"Hey Lloyd, make sure to pack some scuba gear, huh?! Don't want you drowning as you swim through denial!"

I ignore the chorus of guffaws that followed down below and high-tail it back to the safety of my room.

So yeah…that crap happened!
Power of Aura Chapter 7
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Theme Eight: Kissing is an Art Not a Science

"Hey, Jay."

I turn around to see my lovely fiancé enter my room, her face alight with a smile.

"Hey, Nya," I greet back with a customary raised hand and give her a sort of lopsided grin in return. Okay truthfully, I've gotten over my awkwardness around her over a year ago, but every time I see her…I just feel so lucky and overjoyed that she chose to be by my side. It still seems surreal at times, despite how far we've gotten in our relationship. I mean, c'mon! We're going to be married soon!

She steps closer and I envelop her in my arms happily. I turn my face into her hair and kiss the silky obsidian strands. The delicate press of her lips against my clavicle sends a gratifying jolt throughout my body, from head to toe.

I sigh in bliss and close my eyes. Hmm…may this last forever…

We release each other after a while and she looks up at me expectantly.

"So what did you want to show me?" She asks and I turn back to my expansive workstation. It was a bit cluttered with loose bolts, screws, and other miscellaneous parts and unfinished gadgets, but obviously the most eye-catching object is my most recent and completed masterpiece, if I do say so myself.

"This right here," I reply and pick up a small silver hand-held device. "I call it the Ionic-Elemental Digital Electromagnetic Item Tracker or IDEIT for short (see what I did there?). I remember you telling me once that sometimes you lose things of importance to you and it takes you forever to find them again," I give her a proud and confident smile. "Well, fret no more, sweetheart! For I have the answer to your problem right here! I made it for you, of course, but anyone with an Element can use it. Let me show you how it works."

I step to the center of my room and she follows at my side, looking as beautiful and intrigued as ever. I manage to contain my blush with relative ease and begin my demonstration of my new invention.

"Say I'm searching for my keys going like, "Oh my gosh! I can't find my keys! What am I to do! Woe is me!" Yanno, panicking around like that," I jest with a raised eyebrow and she giggles, wearing a casual smirk. "Well, this is where this baby comes into play! All I have to do is hold it normally like this and transfer a bit of my Element into it…" At once my bad-ass deep blue lightning appears and starts coiling in veins around my forearm and hand. The light-indicators at the top of the IDEIT start flashing blue rapidly before staying lit. "Okay, that means it's imbued with an Element and ready for further use. Now, I picture the item I want to find in my mind and…BAM! You see there?!" I say excitedly and point to the top display screen where an exact replicated image of my keys is shown. "And now…right on cue, the soliton radar is activated on the bottom screen."

The IDEIT makes a steady beeping sound to signal how close I am to my keys and Nya leans in close to observe the screen for herself. My nose is blessed with her angelic scent of vanilla and chamomile and I momentarily start to lose focus, but I quickly give myself a mental slap and proceed with the demo.

"Ah—um—yeah, okay well, I-I know my keys are in the room with the appearance of the blip here and from there, you just follow the radar until…" Multiple beeps sound in rapid succession as we near my dresser and as soon as I place my device right over my keys, a long steady beep rings out. I switch off the device quickly to silence the thing and stick a finger in my ear to stop the piercing strain through my cranium.

"Ugh…there is a volume knob on the side here and…um… I guess the only thing lacking about it is that it won't tell you exactly where the item is from the get-go. So, you'll still have to treasure hunt for it, but at least it won't take long if you have a remote clue where you lost the item," I finish with a shrug.

I look at Nya and this time let my blush show on my cheeks at seeing how absolutely amazed she is with my latest little do-hicky.

"Jay, that's incredible!" She praises exuberantly and places her small but strong hand on my chest. "Wow…I think you have more of a knack than I do for inventing gadgets." She smiles, her soft chocolate eyes twinkling brightly.

I wave her off. "Pssh! Nah, I could've never built a 30-foot samurai mecha battle suit and a samurai helmet that could decompress to the size of a rubix cube like you did," my eyes gaze at her with plenty of love and admiration. "You're the real engineering and technological genius here, not me."

She shakes her head, a pretty blush kissing her cheeks. "Let's just concede that we both are geniuses with our own individual strengths and weaknesses, okay?"

I nod. "Okay."

I hand her the IDEIT and she handles it with care, placing it close to her heart. Her long lashes conceal her eyes a bit when she glances down, but then they flicker back up to meet mine.

"I…I just can't believe you built me this just because I told you I lose things…You're incredibly sweet and thoughtful, Jay. Thank you so much."

I look at her seriously. "It's really no problem, Nya. That's what I'm here for…to love, care, and support you in any possible way I can. It's much more than what a boyfriend would do…It's what a husband would do."

Our eyes lock and I let my staid frown give way to a kind smile. The way she's looking at me…the way her chocolate optics are darkening in passion and love sends my heart racing. I wonder vaguely if she can hear it. It's so deafening and profound that I wouldn't be surprised if she could.

I don't know why my face burns more as she takes a step towards me. We aren't that far apart, but my eyes still find the time to sweep over the graceful curves of her body. She's dressed casually though there's also a taste of elegance in her choice of attire. She told me what this style of dress was called…cheongsam…a figure-hugging one-piece Chinese dress designed specifically for women. And boy, did it ever do her body justice! The dress is long and has lengthy slits on each side, allowing me to catch a glimpse of milky-white skin with each step she took. It glossed and shined in silk and is deeply imbued with the color purple. A color associated with royalty. It symbolizes everything that she is…powerful, noble, luxurious, and ambitious. As well as intelligent, dignified, independent, creative, mysterious, and just… magical… The list goes on!

I am looking at a princess…my princess. She may say that I put her on too high a pedestal, but I can't help but put her there. She's everything I could've hoped for and more.

She reaches for me and her delicate fingers trace my face. She fingers my bangs before combing her hand through my hair and I sigh in content, my eyelids becoming heavy.

"Jay…I will do my best to support you too. I love you…you mean everything to me."

Touched as I always am by her words of love, my hands find their favorite place around her waist.

"I love you too, Nya. You are my world," I whisper gently and that's all that needed to be said before her eyes fluttered shut and her lips connected adoringly with mine. My eyes close as well, allowing my other senses to be more acute with everything that's happening. It starts with continuous brushing; the curves of her soft and supple lips fitting perfectly against mine again and again.

Her lips are sweet and tart like raspberries, wet and juicy like watermelons…So good

Her fingers move back to my face and settle on my cheek. With another tender press, her tongue ventures forward and lightly flick my bottom lip. I know what that wants and when I open my mouth ever so slightly; her tongue delightfully enters it and greets my own wet muscle.

This is how it usually goes. Nya controls all of our make-out sessions…and I let her.

I willingly submit to her.

She's just such a good kisser! And my senses rapidly fog up with so much pleasure that I can't think straight. I get so intoxicated, so spellbound, so…addicted that I can't focus on anything but what that skilled tongue is doing in my mouth. Even now, my body grows heavy and weak. Jolt after jolt after jolt of stimulus gratification electrifies my body into drunken lethargy.

Nya has the control that I want. I want to learn this masterful Art of Kissing…

Our lip-lock comes to an unfortunate end when oxygen becomes an issue and we pull back. I hear Nya moan as I struggle to open my eyes and stumble back. Thankfully, the back of my legs collide with my leather chair and I plop down ungracefully, causing it to roll back a bit.

My body is tingling all over and I can already tell I have a growing problem down below.

What the…When did my room become so hot…?

My hair is messed-up…did her hands move again? I peer up at her from beyond my bangs wantonly, taking deep slow breaths.

She's smirking…oh so confidently. She thoroughly enjoys what she does to me.

I shake my head to help some of the fog disperse from my brain, so that I can form some sort of coherent sentence.

"How…how come you're such a great kisser?" I ask in breathless gasps, my heart is pounding relentlessly in my ears. "I…haa…I can't keep up." I admit in defeat.

"Hmm…It's really quite simple, Jay…" she purrs and approaches me once more. I instinctively lick my lips when I catch the momentous sway of her hips and…Is more of her legs showing than usual? I…I don't know. "All I do is pay attention to you."

Her demeanor oozes with assertiveness and sexual prowess while I just sit here gazing at her with a bright blush on my face like a school boy with an everlasting crush.

Aren't the roles supposed to be reversed?!

"Wha…? But…I pay attention to you, Nya. I listen to every word you say," I argue, trying to at least display a little poise and not look so amateurish in front of this…temptress.

She hums low in her throat again and sexily settles herself on my lap, her beautiful legs on either side of me, straddling my hips. Arms of priceless pearl find their way around my neck and I intake a sharp and shaky breath when I feel her hips move, scooting closer to me, thus planting herself firmly on my crotch.

The temperature of the room is steadily rising…I can feel beads of perspiration light my forehead.

"There's a difference between Art and Science, Jay…" her eyes are so dark now…obsidian…just like her hair. And although there's a rosy tint to her cheeks as well, she doesn't look the least bit embarrassed. "Yes, you pay attention to me. Yes, you ascertain and log key details that you see and hear right in front of you, however…" a meaningful smile, "…do you listen to the needs and wants of my body? The same way I listen to yours?"

I can't take my eyes off her and I can feel…everything…the heat of her body pressed so deliciously close to mine and her hand…It moves with lazy purpose. Stroking through my hair, then a fingertip is used to slide down my face. Further down, to glide over my pulse and linger.

Is she waiting for something…? Oh, right! She asked me a question!

After receiving another mental slap from my mental hand, I decide to give my real hands something to do. Vanilla cream legs were completely exposed at the moment and I was going to satisfy my craving to touch and caress.

"Nya…" Gods, her legs…her thighs…so wonderfully smooth and I am blessed with another deep throaty purr as her hips rock ever so gently. "I…I want to do more, I do, but…you intoxicate me. My senses become clogged and mote. I…I can't think clearly."

"Pleasure isn't about thinking, it's about feeling," her voice maintains its seductive purr, though I also detect a slew of yearning as well. "Trying to think while you're enraptured is futile. Ineffective. The human body is a transmitter as well as a receiver. Harmonize yourself with your soul; grab hold of raw emotion…the absolute essence of primal passion. Synchronize with it, then use it to communicate with me…with my soul…"

Cherry red lips part and my vision magnifies on that pretty and gloriously sensuous mouth. "…and give me…my deepest desire…"

At that moment, everything comes into immediate perspective.

It's a challenge.

A challenge of the most primitive kind.

Knowledge may be power, but it only provides a modicum of pleasure. The ultimate forms of pleasure are developed from physical gratification. It serves as a stimulus for all the senses not just the mind.

A man pleasures a woman…

A woman pleasures a man…

There must be balance between the two and that can only be achieved by the connection of souls. While I struggle to find my footing, Nya has already found and synchronized with her heart and passion-filled essence. That's why she's able to pleasure me so well.

If I am to find equilibrium with her and give her the same if not more than what she's giving me, then I will need to achieve that primal perspective.

And I will…I will no longer remain passive and let myself be dominated.

After all…aren't I supposed to give her everything she wants? Fulfill every desire even and especially the erotic ones?

I can't be just a boyfriend anymore…I have to be a husband if I am to please her entirely.

I smile. Challenge…Accepted…

Bravely, I reach up and cradle the back of her head. I say nothing as I gently guide her down, but before our lips reconnect…I see her eyes widen somewhat.

I close my eyes and at once, I am engulfed by euphoria. However, I fight to keep my senses active and tenaciously move my hands up and down her legs. My ears catch a pleasured moan and I respond by pressing more firmly into the kiss.

A sigh of bliss…

But I feel our positioning is not quite right. I am at a disadvantage if I want full control.

Okay, time to rectify this little problem.

Gripping her thighs tight, I stand up from my chair. A muffled yelp of surprise sounds from her, but I tilt my head just a bit more to deepen our kiss slightly.

Loving hands return to my hair.

I know my room from top to bottom, thus I find the nearest wall with no problem and push her up against it. Our chests are much more accurately aligned now as well as our hips and once I feel those soft mounds pressed solidly against me, my lower body moves on its own accord and I give a quick and hard thrust to that sweet spot between her legs.

And damn did it feel good!

And Nya…such sweet music. I didn't know she could sing. A cross between a sharp cry and a soft gasp beautifully erupts from her, effectively breaking our kiss and I can feel her entire body shudder against mine.

"Oh…J-Jay…haa…"

I can hear the lustful tenor of her voice as she pants harshly in my ear, the warmth of her breath heating up my body even more. Her divine legs have locked themselves around my waist, thus making it unnecessary for me to keep gripping her thighs to keep her on level with me.

For some odd reason, the strength in my own legs was waning and so I quickly wrap my arms around her and reverse our positions so that I'm the one leaning heavily against the wall. She's still panting and my breathing is just as harsh and short as hers. I've never gone this far with her before, although there have been plenty moments of rapture. Taking the initiative is a huge step for me…

Her arms suddenly loosen around my neck and the silky strands of her hair tickle my face when she leans back. I open my eyes slowly and take in her expression.

The deep blush on her face gave her vanilla skin an even more attractive glow. Her eyes are serenely closed, though her brow creases every now and then in what I can only surmise as yearning. Her breathing has evened out though her chest still heaved with every breath. With her lips still parted, a pink muscle suddenly darts out to glide over her top one and she starts to rock her hips in a forward and back motion.

I shut my eyes immediately and grit my teeth to keep from crying out at the sudden shock of friction-induced pleasure and my hands fly back down to her thighs.

She's wet…

I can feel the sheen of sweat on her skin…

Her hips are still moving, grinding incessantly on my hard-on…

More…

I can hear her…I can hear her body talking to me…I know what she wants…

Give me more, Jay…

I move blindly forward and my lips find their way back to hers. Feeling crazed with passionate emotion, I plunge my tongue deeply into her mouth and let it sweep thoroughly through every delicious inch of it. Nya's moan is pleasingly loud and resonates deep within her core, her arms tightening around my neck with renewed strength.

We kiss each other hungrily, our tongues sliding endlessly together as we share the same breath.

I feel like an animal! The heat between us is making me so aware of my body and of hers.

There's something missing though…

All of my senses aren't pleased yet…and I know which one is left to sate…

Fueled by desire, I get my legs to move and find my bed on the other side of the room. Despite our fervent lip-lock and wild motions, I manage to gently lay her down on the mattress and take my rightful place on top. I give one final forceful suck to her delectable tongue before breaking contact, causing a thin string of saliva to stretch between us shortly before breaking. We both lick our lips simultaneously and the explosive flavor of multiple passion fruits only feeds my animalistic lust as I spread her legs wider so that I could settle more comfortably amid them.

"Jay…oh Jay…ahhh"

My name is spoken with such great yearning and an anxious milk-cream leg is suddenly hooked around my waist, locking me into place.

Not that I have any intention of moving…

Her licentious gaze burns through mine as I grasp her other and move my hand languidly up moist vanilla goodness and behind. Her hips arc up, following the silent command until I can firmly squeeze a plump cheek.

I can actually spy a few crystal droplets of sweat soar into the air when my girl throws her head back and gives a loud cry of ecstasy, her eyes blissfully shut. And once that dainty white column of glistening grace is exposed, I swoop down and attach my lips to it and proceed to suck, lap, and kiss the tender wet skin profusely.

"Oh—ah—ugh….J-ahh….uhh…haa…haa…ay…Jay!"

A struggled melody is sung in an effort to say my name and from it, I know I'm close to succeeding.

My free hand takes restless action and I reach up to cup a silk-covered bosom, rolling my thumb in a circular motion over the center. Small hands frantically grasp my forearms as I start to move slow but hard against her. With each upward movement of my hips, I give a tender squeeze to each of the mounds in my hands.

I am now stimulating all of her key pleasure spots at one time…

My princess loudly vocalizes her enjoyment at my touch and while her words are incomprehensible…I understand her natural tongue of gasps, moans, and pants.

It's when her body trembles underneath me that my nose catches a scent other than vanilla and chamomile musk. I strong scent that I have never smelled before, but still stir me to move faster.

Jay! Yes! Keep going! Move faster! Please!

I hear you, Nya…

I hear you…


All of my senses are active and alert.

Though dim, I can see the off-white of your neck and strands of onyx…

I can taste the mixture of salt and banana cream of my tongue…

I can feel the silky softness of your body…

I can hear your melodious voice singing a score of desire…

And I can smell…


I bite down hard on her neck as soon as her body gives a very violent shudder and she screams my name.

My body goes still and I close my eyes.

Yes…and I can smell…you…a scent that is purely indescribable and also…purely unforgettable…

When I pull back, my eyes focus on the very red and easily noticeable mark I left on her throat before moving to her face. I inwardly preen as my ego is stroked upon seeing heavenly enchantment.

She's staring up at me in utter amazement, her raven hair splayed askew across my pillow, her cheeks beautifully flushed, her—

"Now."

My eyes widen. Huh?

"Now," she repeats, her voice shook but the way she's looking at me, makes all of my senses intensely acute once more. "You've brought me to climax many times before this, Jay. But never to this magnitude…" She sits up and her hand delicately cups my cheek, her eyes dark and half-lidded. "I've been waiting for this…This face…right here…this intense look of primal concentration and desire."

Her lips hover over mine and when they form words, they brush mine intentionally. "Jay…" she whispers, "I don't want to wait any longer…I don't want to wait until our wedding night…Claim me…Right here, right now…"

I put my hands on her shoulders. "But Nya…"

"No Jay!" She counters, shaking her head roughly. "I want you so bad! I really need you! I want to feel—"

"Shhhhh….sweetheart…" I use my hands to frame her face. Nya has never expressed such desperation for sex before. It was alarming and…if I'm being honest with myself…very arousing. My pants are too tight. "I understand…I see us in a whole new and exciting light now and I would love to explore all the avenues I have conjured up in my head…"

"We can…right now…"

"Shhhh…." I soothe and touch my nose to hers. "Think about this, Nya… If we wait, the forbidden fruit will taste much more sweeter…And hey…" My hands move from her face to her back and finger the zipper on her dress.

"I am more than willing to perfect this newfound Art of Kissing to prepare for the real thing…"

"Yes…please…" she sighs as I begin to pull the zipper down, her eyes fluttering shut once more. "Anything…just don't let me go…ever…"
Chibijago! Kissing is an Art Not a Science

Maa…not sure why this took so long. Maybe because I haven't written anything particularly hot and steamy with this canon couple. Well, now I have! YAY! One quick thing! My niece, also known on the site as 'Earth'sEcho  on FNN has started writing a story called 'Consequences and Repercussions' and it's turning out really well and original so I would like you all to take some time to take a gander at it and let her know how's she's doing. I'M SERIOUS GUYS, READ THIS STORY! IT'S AWESOME! AND I'M NOT JUST SAYING THAT CUZ SHE'S MY NIECE! PLEASE CHECK IT OUT WHEN YOU HAVE TIME! THANKS!

This was a request by Awesomesauce Samurai 15: Then, jay and nya making out I don't care where or what happens as long as it's steamy. Thanks! Love your stories! XD

This was 1 of 2 requests actually, but I'll do the other one later! :)

Hoped you and everyone else enjoyed! Reviews and/or Requests are welcome!

P.S.

Jay's new invention is pronounced like "ID-it" XD

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Theme Seven: The Candelabra

Sasha stepped back to survey her hard work with a satisfied grin. Aligned before her on the dining room table of her and Cole's home was a massive spread of all of her husband's favorite dishes, both Italian and Portuguese cuisine alike.

She wiped her brow. Sasha had been cooking ever since she got home from work this afternoon, wanting to give it her all in making tonight special and equally memorable. And why not? It was definitely a joyous occasion, one worth celebrating.

After all…she had found out this morning that she was pregnant.

The red-head blushed and placed a congenial hand to her toned stomach, knowing within a few months it was going to enlarge and house the first of-hopefully many-Belmonte children. It had been difficult for her. She knew she wanted to have children and Cole especially wanted some, but in order for her to ovulate regularly, she had to get off her birth control…she had to suffer through her ungodly menstrual cycles.

Before she stopped taking her precious little sea foam-colored pill, Sasha hadn't experienced her period in seven years…and what a glorious seven years those were. Fun fact, it was the delicate age of twelve when Sasha began her transition from girl to young lady and it was during her first…gruesome exhibition that her mother and younger sister discovered that…Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde was not just a work of fiction, for they had witnessed it in terrifying reality. PMS took a whole new meaning when Sasha Graciano underwent her cycle. Because of her excruciating pain and heavy bleeding, Sasha was like a wounded animal on an uncontrollable rampage. Her mood swings were rapid and drastic, from deep near-suicidal depression to aggressive displays of violence. Aiesha knew right then and there that her lil' habanera had to be medicated or otherwise placed in a straight jacket for three days for her protection, and for the protection of others.

She had warned Cole of her past and had even shed tears in anxiety and fear that he would divorce her because of her once-a-month episodes, but Cole had assured and reassured her again and again that it would be well-worth it in the end and that he could handle her. Sasha remembered the calm gentility of his emerald-jade irises as he promised he would never leave her due to something so trivial. And in all honesty, it wasn't too traumatizing. I mean sure, she nearly blasted him with shuriken for forgetting something on the grocery list and okay, maybe she nearly drowned him for leaving the cap off the toothpaste once or twice. And yeah, maybe she barged into his workplace crying and screaming how their lives were over because she couldn't catch a particular species of fish and now they would have to file for bankruptcy.

So, yeah, it could've been a lot worse, but what made all the difference in the world was having Cole to support her. He took her bouts of craziness in stride and was even able to calm and soothe her sometimes. They had taken long, hot, steaming baths together to help lessen the pain of her aching abdomen and Cole had given her wonderful massages to further ease the tension and stress on her body. He had thought of many other ways to try and help her and most times out of not…they did.

Sasha had thanked and praised all the gods and goddesses in existence for being blessed with a husband like Cole. Though he had his flaws, she couldn't imagine being with anyone else and his love for her was most definitely appreciated. And… not to say they didn't have their fun too. Every night they had fun. Sometimes during the day, especially on the weekends they had fun. They had purely unbridled, passionate, enthusiastic…fun. And hopefully they would have fun tonight. It was Friday after all and the weekends always belonged to them.

Snapping her fingers from getting an epiphany, Sasha moved to collect and place the finishing touch to the grandeur of the feast, a centerpiece. The ivory candelabra she and Cole had received as a wedding present from Kai and Ebony. The elegant crystal accents sparkled beautifully under the fluorescent lights of the dining room as Sasha delicately placed a thick candle in each of the three candleholders. With a careful hand, she lit the three wicks and when she finished…she stared fondly at the third and highest candle. For that third, represented the baby growing inside her and how it was more important than both her and Cole. It would be the center of their lives, as it is on the candelabra.

Sasha gave a start when she heard the front door open. She hastily flicked her plethora of braids over her shoulder, and smoothed her hands over the front of her short black dress before going to greet her husband.

Cole hung up his black leather jacket with a sigh. Thank Atlas it was Friday and he had two whole days to recuperate before having to go back and repeat his trade. Don't get him wrong though, he loved his job and was thankful that he could use the skills he'd honed for years to create a career. Being a guardian officer was very different that being a ninja however, as he knew it would be. For one, he couldn't do what he wanted and had to follow certain protocols and rules set before him by his superiors. That's another thing. He had superiors. He was no longer a leader and would have to work up the ranks if he ever wanted to have his own unit to command. He was still just known as "the rookie…" or "the new blood…" by his colleagues, but little by little he had started to prove his mettle and prowess and impress them by what he could do.

The money he was making was good, but he knew it could be better if he ever achieved the rank of "Legionater". These officers were the top enforcers of Poseidonia's Security Detail and were considered to be the best of the best. He knew if he worked hard enough and took every shift that was offered to him then he would be able to obtain this title, but of course, everything takes time.

"Cole…"

Said man looked up to see his radiant wife saunter toward him. His breath caught in his throat at the splendor of her appearance. He had come to love the sight of her brilliant red tresses done-up in braids and tonight was no different as the overhead lights shined down upon the intricately woven fire-locks. The gold chain with her sister's pearl was ever fastened around her neck and her dress…Cole's heated blood immediately traveled south below the equator to gather at his nether region. She was wearing a black dress and not just any black dress…the black dress. The one she allowed for him to pick out for her a few months ago. She had complained at first, saying how it was too tight and too short and that if she tried to bend over, her underwear would show. However, he had swiftly set her qualms to rest by telling her that she would never be seen in public wearing the dress, for it was only meant to be worn in private…a delicious sight for his eyes only. Plus, she wouldn't have it on for very long anyway…

Damn…caramel skin galore…

She had to be revving to go to be wearing that! His eyes scoured over her voluptuous body in ravenous delight, from her silky smooth shoulders and exposed cleavage to her long shapely legs, and as she neared him, his focus met hers. Her stormy platinum gaze was vibrant and intense which he was glad for since she had been feeling unwell for the past couple of weeks. She told him she was going to the doctor's for a check-up this morning and it looked like she was given a clean bill of health.

Lithe buttery brown arms circled around his neck and he embraced her in warm reciprocation. The two lovers instantly became engrossed with the scent of each other.

"Are you hungry?" Sasha asked in a whisper, her seductive tone matching the sensuality of the ambiance sublimely.

Cole took it as an invitation. "Oh yeah…"

Without idle, he swooped down to claim her plump lips in a passionate kiss and wasted no time in prying them apart with his tongue to sweep his eager muscle around her wet cavern. He was an ardent connoisseur of tropical fruits now, but his favorite would always be Sasha's mango-flavored tongue. Becoming increasingly aroused, Cole moaned throatily and pulled her flush against him and his wife responded by gripping his taut shoulders under-handed.

Sasha teased her Italian half-breed by sucking gently on his lower lip before diving into his own mouth to taste him just as thoroughly as he did her. Cole's back collided against the door when Sasha suddenly pushed into him, he breathed roughly through his nose as he felt the familiar surge of unrestrained desire overtake him.

He wanted her…right here…right now…

But before he could follow through with his plan and hoist her up by her thighs, Sasha broke their kiss and pulled back. With her arms still around his neck and his still snaked around her waist, the two married Shinobi stood in the sparsely lit foyer and stared into each other's lust-filled eyes. Sasha had to suppress her own gratuitous moan at seeing long onyx bangs partially obscure her husband's wanton gaze. The rapid rise and fall of his tightly muscled chest beckoned her to resume their precious bodily contact once more, so that she may hear that strong melodious heartbeat within.

Sasha placed a finger on kiss-swollen lips the color of sand-rose to stay them from advancing when Cole decided to move forward again. She could not however suppress a shiver when he pressed a gentle kiss to the length of it.

"Not yet…" she breathed, trying to rail against the invigorating temptation before her. "…That comes later…"

With his features still shadowed by his dark mane, Cole grasped the hand the impeded his path and tugged Sasha forward until their faces were just inches apart.

"You expect me to stop now?" His hands moved lower and settled on satin-clad twin cheeks, giving each a tender squeeze. "You started it, amore."

Sasha closed her eyes and tilted her head back, a gasp of shocked bliss seeping through her slightly parted lips as her body arched instinctively and pressed-up against her husband's rock solid one.

"Ho bisogno di te ..." (I need you…) Cole murmured and took the opportunity to give a long savory lick to her graceful neck, his tongue pressing deeply along her skittish pulse. Sasha release an uncharacteristic whimper at the hushed and sexy words whispered into her neck and with the combined gratifying feeling of Cole's hot breath and slick tongue covering one of her more sensitive areas, Sasha knew her resistance was crumbling.

Before she could take a step higher on the stairway to heaven, she would have to vie for her control and jump down.

"N-No I didn't," she rasped out in a hurry, saying anything in hopes of getting him to stop. "Please Cole…" she placed trembling hands on his chest and pushed feebly, "not now, later. I promise…"

Cole heard the desperation in his life-mate's voice and knew it would be cruel to let her plea fall on deaf ears, therefore he reluctantly detached his lips from her and allowed her to put some distance between them. Taking a moment to sweep his bangs to the side so he could see properly, he eyed her slightly disheveled state with unparalleled want and pride.

She had been close to giving in, in that, there's no doubt. Even before they were married, as a couple, Cole had paid close attention to what could make the fiery and headstrong water kunoichi mew, stammer, and ultimately submit to him. From words to touches, everything had a certain degree of effect on her and rarely did she ever fight back. For her to sound so blatantly frantic was a cause for alarm.

She had something planned and wanted to take the lead.

Breathing deeply to calm his nerves and aroused body, Cole watched her with half-lidded eyes while she tugged down on the hem of her dress. "Alright…we'll do things your way," he relented. "But hopefully we can pick up where we left off sooner rather than later."

Sasha cleared her throat and tucked a stray braid back behind her ear. She smiled at his compromise and took his hand to lead him to her surprise.

"When I asked if you were hungry, I meant for actual food," she chided playfully and Cole chuckled.

"Didn't sound like it to me," he smirked and suddenly took a few good sniffs. "By the way, what's for din—"

Cole jaw dropped open and he openly gaped at the mountain of steaming delectable dishes on their dining room table.

"—ner…" he finished with wide eyes and placed a hand on his stomach when it decided to state its approval at the sight of so much food.

Sasha giggled and squeezed his hand. "C'mon, I already made your plate."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa hold on a minute," Cole said, his brow furrowed in confusion and a tinge of wariness as he eyed her. "What's the occasion?" He asked, perplexed then his eyes quickly darted down to their joined left hands, their matrimony bands catching the light and gleaming splendidly. "No, no wait…our anniversary is not for another three months and…it's not your birthday," he pointed to her, "and it's not my birthday," he pointed to himself.

He met her gaze anxiously. "Sasha…what is it? I mean, don't tell me you did this because you felt like it! I wouldn't believe that for a second! And look!" He persisted, gesturing to their wedding present. "You even put the candelabra out! And this food…" his eyes roamed each dish separately in appreciation, "…baked ziti, bruschetta, chicken carbonara, that hotpot you made that time with the beef, sausages, vegetables and rice, and…my god is that cake?! Sasha, these are all my favorite things!" He exclaimed then slowly, oh so slowly, he turned to look at her.

"Okay," he nodded seriously. "I promise I won't get mad, but what did you buy and how much did it cost us? Are we in debt?"

Sasha couldn't help the laughter that erupted from her at seeing Cole's resigned expression. She thought he had picked up on her little secret, but apparently he thought she had bad news to tell him!

"What's so funny?" He deadpanned, now more confused than ever. It was rather disconcerting to see his wife openly laugh at him.

Sasha sniffed and wiped a loose tear from the corner of her eye. She shook her head and gazed fondly at her husband before lifting their joined hands and placing a kiss to the back of his.

"Cole…" she began softly, "I do have something to tell you and it's very important, but I just want to set the mood first, okay? And then…we can make a toast."

"A toast to what?" He asked, his tone just as soft and quiet as hers. His heart thumped wildly in his ribcage as he searched tirelessly within knowing rainy depths.

"In time…" Sasha promised. "Now, let's sit down and eat before the food gets cold."

And so they did. Sasha and Cole sat down and ate their lavish meal together as if it was any normal night, making small talk and asking how their day went which the Kunoichi of Water deftly avoided giving too much detail, especially concerning her morning at the doctor's. Although, all through their conversation, Sasha could tell Cole was beginning to get a little restless. Squirming in his seat, taking long sips of wine, it was quite entertaining to see him so flustered and anxious. Something he was not known to display by any standards.

But now since they were finished with appetizers and entrees, Sasha decided to make her toast before serving dessert…and after her husband's indubitably jubilated reaction, then they could move on to more…pleasurable activities.

She took one last look at the highest candle of the candelabra before moving to refill her and Cole's glasses of Barolo, the finest red wine from their collection that Sasha knew would be appropriate for the occasion.

Cole watched her with bated breath and lifted his glass when she did. Sasha blushed but kept hold of his intense stare as she began her toast.

"Cole, first, I want to thank you for being so patient and wonderful. There's not a day that goes by that I'm not grateful for you. I know it hasn't been a picnic when dealing with…well, what you have been known to call, my Womanly Days." She rolled her eyes with a short laugh which in turn caused Cole to chuckle too before continuing. "And with our 2nd year anniversary only three months away, I believe with all my heart that—"

Sasha was suddenly interrupted by the loud persistent ringing of their home phone. Cole frowned as he glanced over at, sitting on the countertop like an unnecessary nuisance. He had always hated receiving phone calls at dinner, thinking it to be not only rude but distasteful too. He guessed it was genetic since he remembered his mother and father hating the disruptions also. And now, he and Dante were the same way.

"We'll let the machine pick it up," Cole decided and Sasha silently agreed.

She had been so close…

"Hello, you've reached the Belmonte residence. Sorry my wife and I are unable to come to the phone right now, we're most likely busy…or getting busy—" "No you did not just say that! Don't you dare save that greeting! You hear me, ya big—" "But if you would kindly leave your name, number, and a detailed message, we'll be sure to return your call at our earliest convenience. Thanks and stay golden!"

One could still hear Sasha's irate voice curse Cole vehemently in the background throughout the remainder of the salutation and Sasha glared poison-tipped daggers at the man seated next to her. Cole just grinned sheepishly and mouthed, (Sorry, I thought I saved the new one.) and Sasha let the matter drop with a shake of her head. They'll have to change it later.

After the beep sounded, Cole's expression turned instantly hard and stern at the voice who spoke.

(Interesting voice mail, Belmonte. Anyway, this is Sundowner. I apologize for the disruption to your evening, but an unanticipated development has made its presence known regarding tomorrow's schedule. We will need one additional officer to help man the north quadrant of the Vermilions Sector and your name was the first to come to mind to offer the position. Normally, I would never appoint a new recruit to such an important area, but you show great promise. This is a grand opportunity for you, one I do not think you would pass up. However, if you do decline I do have Reeves to fall back on. Call me back no later than zero eight hundred tomorrow with your decision. Have a good evening.)

Cole had set his glass down as his superior relayed his message. This was definitely the chance he'd been waiting for and he'd be a fool not to take it. Sundowner was the Head Legionater and if Cole could manage to further impress him…

"You're not…really considering taking a shift tomorrow, are you?"

Cole quickly snapped his focus back to his wife. Sasha's mouth was set in a thin line as she leveled her husband with a testy stare.

Cole sighed, already feeling an argument brewing on the horizon. "Yes Sasha, I think it would be in our best interest if I did."

"Our?!" She started incredulously. "How the hell do you figure that?!"

"Sasha, I know we each have a stable flow of income coming in, but if I could procure a higher position, then not only would I receive an increase in salary and better benefits but you could most likely drop one of your jobs as well."

"What?!" Sasha yelped in astonishment. "Cole, I wouldn't do that even if you did get a better payin' job! I took it upon myself to rebuild my daddy's Hispaniola because I wanted to! Because I enjoy being out on the sea and closer to him as well as helping my hometown! I opened a song and dance studio because I know Poseidonia houses a lot of talent and thought maybe I could help refine it, so they could go off to the Marty Oppenheimer one day to fulfill their dream! I don't consider those jobs, Cole! Those are passions!"

Cole frowned. "Fine. But don't you think having a little something extra to fall back on is better than struggling? I love the line of work I'm in too Sasha, but let's face facts. Since one of your jobs in considered self-employment, there are risks pertaining to that and while a fisherman's salary may be good, you are given limited benefits. I'm sorry, but I just think we need a more secure plan for our future. It would be dangerous to leave things the way they are now."

The storm within Sasha's eyes raged like a hurricane. "What is it with you, huh?! Why do you think some cataclysm is going to hit us and we'll be unable to recover from it! We are doing just fine, Cole! We have our health, a beautiful home, food on the table, money in the bank, and most importantly our love for each other dammit! I understand you set goals for yourself and that's great! And even though you've been working overtime for the past three weeks you never once let it cut into our weekends! Why?! Because we agreed before we even started working that the weekends would be our time! Why are you so dead-set on reneging on that now!?"

Emerald-jade flashed and hardened. "Oh, so that's where the brunt of your anger is stemming from? Sasha, it's just for one day. We'll be able to spend time together all day Sunday, so get over it! There's no reason for you to behave like a child and be selfish about something so trivial."

Sasha's brain came to a screeching halt at Cole's insensitive words. Unadulterated shock consumed her, and all she could was stare at him in disbelief. A child…? Selfish…? Trivial…? Did he really think so little about their time together…about her? When he was the one who came up with the idea in the first place!? Sasha carefully turned away from Cole and looked to the candelabra, to the highest burning candle. All she wanted was for this weekend to be special, one they would always be able to look back on years from now and remember just how wonderful it was. And that is being considered as childish, selfish, and trivial!?

Sasha gripped her wine glass tight as her hormones swam uncontrollably through her body and created a new mood for her: anger, hollowness, and detachment all rolled-up into one very dangerous emotion…depression. This wasn't good for her health or the baby's, so she would try to suppress it as best she could. It felt like her element was swirling around in the pit of her stomach as if gathering for a very powerful attack. On a hair-trigger, she lifted her glass and placed it shakily to her lips to take a sip.

She swallowed.

Nothing.

She really needed to calm down.

Maybe a bigger sip then.

Swallow.

Still nothing.

Cole had to admit that his last words were a bit harsh, but he did feel they needed to be said. He only wanted her to see reason. He didn't know why she was overacting because of a single day. He had been prepared for her explosion afterwards too. Ready to deal with the sassy-talkin', head-shakin', finger-snappin' crazy wife he had grown accustomed to when she got really angry.

But this…

Cole watched warily as Sasha took sip after sip from her wine glass while staring blankly ahead at nothing. Her movements and the way she looked was almost… robotic, he could feel nothing from her, couldn't sense her mood, or figure out what was coursing through that mind of hers. And that worried him tremendously.

But there was one thing he felt…

Something his survival instincts as a seasoned ninja practically begged him not to do no matter what…

And that was to touch her…

If he touched her while she was in this very unorthodox state…then he would die…

It was just that simple…

So he decided to sit in tense silence with her and give her a little time to…calm down. Perhaps when she finished her wine she'd be more relaxed…one could only hope.

It was a very long and harrowing fifteen minutes before Sasha took her final sip and her glass revealed its emptiness, but her mood did not change. Well…maybe it did a bit. She now felt "numb" join the party of negativity within her, but that was all.

Cole sighed and placed his elbows on the table, interlacing his fingers in front of his face. He looked from her to the mountain of food left over and then to the candelabra. Before the phone call from Sundowner, she had been in the middle of a loving toast and was going to finally reveal to him why she went through all the trouble of making this night such a grand occasion. Was she not going to tell him now?

He swallowed.

Maybe he could at least try talking to her, but he still knew better than to touch her.

He lowered his hands.

"Sasha?"

She blinked. He took that reaction as a sign she was listening.

"Uh…hey…surely you're not going to let this little spat ruin our evening, are you?"

A pursing of lips and a twitch of an eyebrow. Maybe she was considering?

"You had something you wanted to tell me, remember? And you're still going to…aren't you?"

Sasha stood up from her chair so fast that Cole actually jumped in surprise. She still refused to look at him…even as her hand became wet with aqua tendrils.

Cole winced and took a deep breath just in case his head was suddenly surrounded and submerged underwater, but the attack never came. Cole exhaled slowly as he observed Sasha extinguish each burning candle on the candelabra, her features etched into stone. With her thumb and forefinger, Sasha pinched the flames savagely.

One…

Two…

She suddenly stopped. Her fingers poised over the last flicker of light, the highest candle of the three, the center candle…her hand trembled and the stoic stone pieces of her visage fell away. Her lip quivered and her eyes gathered with so many tears that they instantly spewed forth and down her cheeks.

Cole stood up as he looked on worriedly. "Sasha?"

Cole's wife placed her hand over her mouth to stifle a choked gasp from escaping her, but her husband heard it anyway and moved.

"Sa—" He had tried to reach for her, to comfort her, but Sasha slapped his hand away and ran passed him, out of the dining room, and up the stairs of their home. Cole hurriedly chased after her.

"Sasha, wait!" He shouted as he took the stairs two at a time just to keep up with her. Despite the confines of her dress, she still moved remarkably fast with those long legs of hers and made it to their bedroom steps before him.

Cole followed her through the door. "Sasha, you have to tell me…" The rest of Cole's sentence faded into nothingness. The master bedroom was dimly lit and sprinkled on their bed, atop the black and aqua comforter were fresh red rose petals. Cole gawked at the bed in bafflement as if wondering where it came from, how it teleported from the past to the present.

It reminded him so much of their first time…

Cole gave a start when Sasha suddenly grabbed the edge of the comforter and with one mighty flap of it, the petals bounced off the pillowy surface and onto the carpet. Cole stared helplessly at the fallen remnants of beauty.

He shook his head. He was in such a daze. First, the feast downstairs and the placement of the candelabra. Now, a striking near-perfect remake of their first time…Just what was the conclusion of that toast?!

Cole glanced up when he felt a breeze pass him; Sasha had fled into their adjoining bathroom. With his heart hammering in anxiety, he followed her.

Again, another sinfully dim setting. It was warm…humid…and…candles. Multiple candles lined the spacious bathtub, giving the protruding suds and bubbles a sensuous allure.

Another sweet memory. On their first anniversary, they had decided to stay in and keep to themselves instead of going out. And after a dinner by candlelight and dancing to a rhapsody of slow harmonic crescendos, Cole had led Sasha upstairs to their bedroom and into their bathroom.

He had done this for her…and it had been the first time they ever made love amongst hot water and bubbly suds.

Cole shivered in pleasure as his mind replayed last year's most beautiful moment.

Sasha…She was recreating their most precious memories as a couple. Even the feast gave off a semblance to their wedding…especially the candelabra.

But why…?

Was this night…supposed to be more important…more special…more memorable…than all of those past enchantments?

If so…what could be…?

Sasha sat on the edge of the tub and forcefully drove her hand into the water. Seconds later, Cole could hear the sound of drainage. He blinked rapidly. He could hardly get his legs to move.

His voice barely above a whisper, he called out to her again, tried to reach for her again. "Sasha…"

But she evaded his grasp a second time and bolted out of the bathroom via the second door on the other side. Cole, with a bout of determination, snapped out of his delirium and rushed back the way he came. Entering the bedroom, he didn't stop this time.

He had to reach her.

He had to stop her from destroying another one of their sacred memoirs.

And…he had to find out what was more important.

He covered the short distance between them in less than a second and grabbed hold of her wrist, survival instincts be damned. Already expecting some sort of attack, Cole caught the fist aimed at the side of his head. Now with both her hands in his grasp, he spun her around to face him, subsequently locking and pinning her arms behind her back.

Sasha snarled angrily up at him, her eyes still flowing with tears and thrashed about in his arms to try to break free, but of course, Cole would always have the upper-hand against her in terms of brute strength. Knowing this, Sasha's eyes narrowed and her body pulsed blue. However, Cole knew his wife too well. The woman and the warrior… and quickly summoned his own element to incase them in a sphere of hardened golden-bronze earth.

The fine particles of the shifting soil illuminated a faint shine and within the confines of his element, Cole challenged his wife.

"Go ahead," he whispered lowly, inching his face ever closer to hers. "Use your powers, but you know that all I'll have to do to stay alive is kiss you."

Sasha panted heavily, her breath harshly seeping through the fine lines of her gritted teeth. Cole dared not to loosen his grip, for fear of the powerful female unleashing an attack that would surely knock him right through the stoned sphere, but he did bring her body closer to his.

His heart was still pounding…he just had to know what was going on.

"Sasha…Sasha please, you have to tell me. Help me to understand the importance of this night. Everything that I've seen up until now has been a marvelous reminder of our past and for you to combine them…" He looked into her teary platinum eyes desperately. "Please, I have to know."

Sasha sniffed and released another choked sob. Her emotions were boiling over; her hormones were going a mile a minute. She had been trying to calm down, but her efforts were for naught.

And so…she exploded, releasing all of her pent-up anger and sadness at the man who was the cause of it.

"I'm pregnant, you idiot!" At once, the mighty sphere of bronze and gold crumbled away and evaporated like loose dirt and rock on a wet canvas. "I planned for this night to be unforgettable and special because it marked the coming of our first child and it segued into our weekend! A weekend we would spend together planning and celebrating with our child in mind!" Cole's body went lax and his restrain on his wife disappeared completely. Sasha immediately pushed him away and he was so shocked that he actually stumbled and fell on his back. The furious future-mother quickly straddled his hips and fisted her hands in the collar of his shirt. Cole stared up at her in continuous astonishment as she continued to bellow in rage at him and her tears dripped from her eyes and onto his face.

"Is the importance of our weekend still trivial to you, you ass-hat?! Do I now reserve the right to act childish and selfish when it concerns our child?! Damn you and your one-tracked mind! How dare you toss our quality time with each other to the side for a freakin' job! We made a promise to each other and just because it was your idea in the first place, it doesn't give you the right to renege whenever you feel like it!"

Sasha shook him hard with each and every word she screamed until she was left panting and breathless. She slouched forward miserably onto Cole's chest, her ear positioned over his rapidly beating heart. She felt tired and exhausted. Her emotions were drained, not allowing for anything but melancholy to linger.

"Even if I wasn't pregnant…you should've cared more about us. I thought…nothing would ever come between our love and devotion to each other…I…"

Sasha could say no more, her sobs getting in the way of her words. Cole's arms shook violently as he embraced his trembling wife. His heart pounded with so many different emotions that he felt mentally overwhelmed. He stared at the ceiling for the longest time, holding his wife and trying to piece together the scattered fragments of his broken mind.

Cole closed his eyes and tightened his hold on Sasha.

Slowly he sat up and cradled her against his chest.

A beautiful smile fleeted over his lips and when he opened his eyes…emerald and jade shimmered and glistened.

How many years have it been since Cole Belmonte cried…?

Regardless of his blurred vision, Cole could still make out Sasha's tear-stained face and watery eyes. He used his thumb to wipe away a single trail and felt the wetness of her eyelashes against the tip when she blinked.

He took a shaky breath. "I'm so sorry Sasha. You know that with everything I do…I always have our best interests in mind. But, interests aren't the same as feelings…and I'm sorry I ignored yours. All my life I learned that family was more important than anything, from my immediate family, to my extended family…and now to you and…" Cole moved his hand to lay it gently over Sasha's stomach, "…to our child. Nothing will ever come between us, Sasha…" Cream-colored lips gradually curved and Cole's own smile brightened as he moved inch by inch to bridge the gap between them. "Not ever…"

On a carpet of premium buff and rose petals, a kiss most sweet and firm was shared between husband and wife.

However…something most mysterious happened down below in the dining room…

The two extinguished candles on the candelabra… rekindled their wicks and burned more brilliantly than they had before...and their flames…slightly leaned toward the center…where the highest candle shined the brightest.
Chibijago! The Candelabra

Oops! Kinda went overboard with this one! Sorry about the length! It won't happen again…I think! XDD!

This was a request by NinjaWriterMaster: I would love to see Sasha tell Cole she's pregnant and his reaction.

Hoped you and everyone else enjoyed! All Requests/Reviews are welcome!

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CHIBIJAGO HAS BEGUN!

Journal Entry: Wed Sep 3, 2014, 1:26 PM
Chibijago! is a 100-Theme challenge-fic given to me by my best friend! It will contain

100 random themes that may not or vaguely coincide with my series, but mostly not!

She has given me until June of 2015 to get it done and if it's completed by the end of

that month then she'll give me one HELLUVA birthday present! I really want to win

this, but I doubt I can come up with 100 different themes so please! If you have time,

leave a request either in the comments below, through notes if it's private, or in the

comments where a chapter is posted! Please bear in mind that I've posted the same

fic on FFN and I'll be getting requests from there as well, so don't get upset if you

don't see yours for a while or something! I'll be going in the order from which they

are received as best I can!

Thank you very much and have a resplendent day! :D 

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Greetings and salutations everyone!!
I'm no artist when it comes to drawing, but I love art in general and all it entails. A friend of mine from fanfiction.net suggested I come here and post some of my stories about Ninjago, so that's what I'm going to do!!
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Happy birthday!  :cake:
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Thanks! :)
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NP!  ^^ How are you doing so far? 
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I'm doing well. Had a great day with my bf and I'm fully recovered from my accident and surgery. Life is great! How are you?
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Happy birthday! :D
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Thanks!
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Happy birthday girl! Have an awesome year!
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Thank you very much. I'll try! XD
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Hey I know I'm going to forget so happy early B-Day :) (Judging by the DA B-Day thingy =P )
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