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She was very quiet, the surf washing the sand from her feet, which were small, thin, and delicate looking for someone who always tried to act so tough. Without her garb, she felt really small, like an insignifigant speck, but she didn't care right now. They were both happy, she could feel it. The only thing she could wish for was that it would last forever. A never ending walk around the shores of this island, or any island. His arm was strong, he had solid muscles. It was also warm, and comfortable. She would continue to walk with him, protecting herself from the sun with her lotion and her parasol. Silence, there was no need to say anything right now, but she was listening. His words, the surf, the shifting sand, people in the background, some squealing gulls, a light wind, it all entered her ears like a panacea. All her problems faded away.

She gently tilted her head upward as he spoke, so she could see his warm smile at the the top of her vision. It thrilled her, made her want to hold him tighter, if he was happy she was happy. Letting her feminine side take control didn't seem so bad anymore, if being herself pleased him so much, maybe she wouldn't to hide behind a facade anymore. There was a part of herself she had mostly neglected her entire life, before expressed only through the time she spent growing and grooming her hair, that was washing over her much as the ocean washed the sand from her feet. If he thought she was beautiful, if he thought she was pretty, and that made him happy, then she wanted to be those things to the best of her ability.



She also wanted to help him find what he needed to know, one thing, she now knew much of what happened to her, both by documentation and memory. Yeshu.... Zetsumeii, had very little memory or knowledge of what happened. But, was it posible Zetsu was held in the same place as her, the temple of Ymir. Their situations were so much alike already, going that far seemed improbable, but who was to say. If so, he would have escaped around the time she did, it almost seemed to make sense, almost.

"I'd only want to live back in my original time if I knew you'd be their to share it with me," she said, "I have alot of good memories of my parents. They were good people, very proud, and quite strict. Do you remember anything from your childhood?"

She looked up at him with an innocent anxiety that was almost childlike, before looking down, blushing slightly at the way she was acting and no longer regretting any of it.

Empathy filled her as she could sense his grief, it was something they both shared.

"It's hard to talk about my parents, when I think about all the good things, I always come to the bad that happened at the end. Still, I shouldn't think like that, I should cherish what they did and who they were, instead of obsessing over what became of them or how I lost them."

A tear ran down her cheek, gently hanging above her neck.

"I know how hard it is to lose so many people you love," she admitted, "It makes it difficult to open up to anybody else, and when you find yourself caring for some one in that way, you become afraid that you'll lose them as well. Maybe that's why I always try to be, so cold, so tough."

She was looking down now, still holding him tightly, and she watched a small tide extend to greet them.

"Zetsu, I want to be with you forever, like this," she said in a barely audible whisper.

Whenever he spoke her name it made her shiver with bliss deep inside. As she was looking down, the only thing he would be capable of was a quick kiss around her forehead after gently brushing away her bangs. She'd turn the color of spilt blood for a moment, then she'd turn herself around so she could press herself against his chest and listen to his heart beat as he held her, though hers was beating twice as fast.

She pushed back after a long moment, not wanting to give way to the passion she was feeling. That would be for another day, if things worked out the way she hoped.

If he would let her go, she would turn to the ocean, holding her hands behind her back and looking upwards.

"Zetsu, I might decide to have a child. It would be nice, to be a mother, I might actually learn something from it. I just need to find the the right father. He needs to be gentle, yet strong and firm. He needs to be loving and caring, but a fair judge. He needs to be perceptive and wise. And he needs to only care for me and his children. I'd have to be the only one, because I'm evil when I'm jealous!" twisted

"Let's play tag......." she laughed, tagging him, "You're it!"

Running away like a little girl, only faster, she still made sure to keep Zetsumeii within range. If she saw he was chasing her too hard she would slow down for him and let him catch her, as she knew his leg was still on the mend, and she was sure he wouldn't attempt anything she wasn't ready for.

"Zetsu, don't over do it, your anke...."

His leg was hurting, she remembered a long time ago she made a bad decision about a game of tag. A lot of bad decisions she had made had hurt people. She slowed down enough to catch him in her arms, but his momentum knocked her back flat against the sand. Their lips met as they went down, and she found herself kissing a man for the first time in her life. She simply kept her lips against his own, as if they were stuck, so even as as they hit the sand they were together. Soon cold water from the sea would wash over her, possibly waking her up, because she fainted as their lips parted.

There was sand everywhere, in between her toes, up her legs and clinging to the back of her skirt, her shirt, and throughout her hair. A small cascade of water slid over them, washing some of it away, but now they were both soaked with cold water. It woke her up, and she sat up immediatly. He clothes were soaked, her shirt clung to her, leaving no curve or indentation to the imagination. She clutched the sand as she sat with her feet snug against her hips, looking down at the way her shirt clung to her torso like a second skin. She didn't bother to adjust anything, just clutched the sand.

"Zetsu," she said coldly, slowly pulling herself up, "The tournament is over for Team Merc, we were rejected for whatever reason. I'm sorry to have dragged you into this faisco. I'm sure you have no reason to be here anymore, and I won't keep you here. I'm going back home, you can keep the hotel room and I'll send cab fare for wherever you wish to go."

With that, cold and wet, she started walking away, leaving her parasol behind.

She looked back briefly, the gentle breeze unable to stir the heavy mess her wet hair had become. A pleading glance at him, and then she walked slowly, her arms wrapped around sandy wet shirt. This day was proving to be a roller coaster ride, and she wondered how Zetsu would feel about her now, now that there was no glory to be obtained, no prize to be won, nothing. She didn't care for herself, but knew she had hurt him, reeled him in with nice bait only to dissapoint his expectations. What did she have to offer anymore, besides her ability to beat him up? And she doubted she could do that anymore. Nothing ever went the way she planned it.