Oh, Greased Lightning! {Seaheart}

[Deon]

"Yeah. Life is all about strength," she murmured, mostly to herself, as Seaheart pressed his lips against her neck. All about strength. Strength was what defined who you were, but what defined strength?

Huh. No need for forgiveness. What did she think he would forgive her for, anyway? For intruding on his past and bringing those weaknesses to light? Was it strength to let her go so easily, even though the point she touched as so tender?

She let Seaheart bring her down onto her bed, and their bodies, as they fell onto the soft, squeaky surface, rumpled up the linens so carefully tucked and pulled and smoothed. The sharp pain of his teeth into her lips brought her from her reverie. The blood stained her lips red like lipstick as her cells worked to heal the small punctures. Her lips tingled with the sensation, but it was quickly quelled by the feeling of his pushing against hers. She twisted her body and rolled over so that she was on top of Seaheart without breaking their lip-lock. She slowly pulled away for an instant, letting the reluctance of her motion emphasize what she was doing. She pressed her ear to Seaheart's beating heart and felt the comforting up and down movements of his chest as he breathed.

She finally whispered, as he exhaled for the fourth time, "My real name is Sophie Devereux," she whispered, as if giving away a dark secret. In a way, she was. It only hinted at her past, but she thought it was adequate exchange for the brief part of his life as Twilk that she learned of, served almost as an apology, and showed her strength in the ability to let him know. "I know how you feel. I understand, Seaheart. I understand," she repeated into his chest, her tone containing an underlying sadness. Her hand reached for his, searching in the darkness along her sheets. She finally found it and let her fingers entwine with his. Using his arm, she pulled herself up so that her face was level with his, staring through the darkness at his emerald eyes, as if searching for something vital to her very existence.

Dementia mouthed the word, "dearest," on top of his lips before she leaned into another kiss.

[Seaheart]

Seaheart felt ast they rolled, and felt as her wound healed. It felt as if he healed too. He listened to her as she was on top of his heart. She gave away her name. Strange...he hadn't expected so much from her. Why? Why did they even sahre this with eachother? They had just met, been in a race, tried to kill eachother, tried to kill police, now this. But in a sense...it made them the perfect couple. They had kept up with eachother, learned the other shared many of the same ideas, and they both knew the same concepts of death. Your regular Mr and Mrs.Smith, eh?

She told her name, and it was quite a feat. He enjoyed the feeling together, and then wanted to ask something. He felt her hand entwined in his, and put on a little smile. He then smirked, inching away from her a little, but still holding her hand. "Hey. Random question, but will you go to the dance with me?"

[Deon]

Dementia was slightly taken aback by Seaheart's sudden request. She chuckled slightly as the solemn moment was lightheartedly broken. "The masquerade? I wasn't going to go," she answered. "But I guess I can make an exception for you." She gave his hand a little squeeze as she rolled her eyes.

"Looks like I've got to figure out a costume now. Don't ask what I'm going as. If I'm going to have to be in a dress, it's going to be a surprise for you, especially." She was tracing random designs with her pointer finger on his chest as she spoke.

It was strange how quickly the mood was able to change from just a simple question. Still though, in the moment they shared, however fleeting it was, she felt that she and Seaheart had shared a real connection. Something that made him request to see her again, to accompany her to something special. And something that made her accept.

[Seaheart]

He smiled at her. He liked the mood now. It was a bit different, but it was still deep, knowing they'd never act liek this around others. "So....Dementia to Sophie? Well...you don't seemed like a Sophie but....Dementia?" He said, making a small chuckle as he spoke. "I mean....you don't seem like a Sophie but Dementia is a big step from something like that. Still, you seem more like a girl who doesn't need a name like sophie and...Dementia suits oyu more." He said as he grasped her hand tighter.

"So tell me about this guy you talked about. He died? What about him?" It wasn't in a jealous or I'm glad he's dead he said it, just curious. He had never been jealous of...anyone. "And also don't expect me to go as some fancy cotume either. I'm going in a suit, and perhaps a mask. That's it. Dances and me aren't the best of friends, and I fidn it hard to find anything interesting in them." He then muttered quietly "i also don't know how to dance...except the waltz." After all this, memories came back, at perhaps a relationship that could have been. "You wanna turn on the lights?"

[Deon]

"My history? So now you're curious about that? I could ask you all the same questions. Who is this Yuna? Why are you now Seaheart instead of Twilk?" Dementia could feel his tightening grip on her hand, and she faintly wondered why as she leaned over to switch on the light that stood on her bedside table. "I thought we had decided the key to our weaknesses would remain a mystery," she told him with a hint of a smile in her voice as light flooded the room. She closed her eyes at the sudden glare and rested her head on Seaheart's chest. "I won't talk to you about him, but I'll tell you about my name. The general story doesn't bother me. It's the nitpicky details of my life during that dark time that shaped who I am today..." she chuckled dryly. "...what happened to him..." Her voice trailed off as she shook her head slightly against Seaheart's chest and let out a sigh.

"Sophie was the name my parents gave me. I was born in France. My father's a wealthy man who owns a chain of five-star hotels across the world. He's also really involved in the politics there, since a lot of those people stayed at his places. My mother had a mental condition where her brain just deteriorated until she went entirely insane. Mental disorders like that ran through her family. My grandfather was stricken with schizophrenia. It's what forced him to retire. He was a real hotshot heart surgeon during his day. So little Sophie Devereux had an insane mother who was taken away to an asylum, and a father without any time for her. And then her powers were discovered. Boy, did father freak. He sent me to live with my grandmother. She was the one who named me. She blamed me for my mother's insanity. The senile thing was so wrapped up in superstition... My grandfather's condition worsened while I was there, and he started actually going senile. I was apparently the cause of that, too. So she called me Dementia, like I was some kind of disease. It means madness, you know. I was branded with the name of insanity. Isn't that lovely? She insisted that I adopt her surname, my mother's maiden name: Kemik. So I now became Dementia Kemik, the surly little Polish girl. That's the basic story. Like I said, I'm not going to go into details. Then we start entering the forbidden zone." Her eyes were unfocused, thinking about things far away from the present. Then she remembered Seaheart's admittance of his lack of dancing skills, and she was suddenly pulled out of her thoughtful state.

She turned her face so that she could see him and smiled broadly. "You can't dance, but I can. Don't worry. You'll be fine. Besides..." she started tracing designs on his chest as she had done earlier. "if you really want, Salvador can teach you to dance." She made the suggestion sound sincere, but it contained a slight mockery of both Salvador and, to an extent, Seaheart.

[Seaheart]

He looked at her, listening. Nowhere near as bad as his history. Hers hgad been....her problems had been in a sense, some the same things he heard. Crazy parents, no time for them. Went to live with grandmother. Hearing they weren't much better, then sick and tired, sends them to school. Same old, same old. What can you say? He has alot worse if you hear it. His life had flashed into hell in one single day, quickly, painfully, and agonizingly. "Well.....seems like your name suits you. Your pretty screwed up now, aren't you? Then again, so am I."

He looked at her as she traced patterns on his chest. It felt strange, but soothing, and he was pretty damn sure it'd become a habit. "So....what's this forbidden zone?" He inquired?

[Deon]

"The forbidden zone?" she echoed. "The details. The parts that make my life... abnormal. You're probably thinking now that my past is nothing strange. And it isn't... when I tell it that way." Her eyes glinted mischievously. "But the story morphs into something almost entirely different when I delve into those deeper details hidden beneath the superficial coating, into the nature of my... dementia."

Her finger paused. "Of course, it's nothing that fantastic. For the normal world, it is. But there are some people with pasts I couldn't even imagine that go to this school." Her eyes flitted to his face.

"So then, an eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth. Tell me now, the basic story: what's the nature of your screwiness?"

[Seaheart]

looked at her, and figured she was pretty much as f**ed up in the head as he was....well, no, not really. But came close. "Putting it simply, I have a dark beast older than time, perhaps controls time, locked inside of me. He's not that thign you see in the movies. He's something that works with the mind. He'll make you torture yourself. How? He knows how the midn works. He'll kill you, then get to work on you. He is all this, and more hwich I don't wish to explain. I am from a different dimension. The Guado tribe. It's like a regular place, but we're more in tune with....everything. We're all gifted, and our hair is always a strange color like green, purple..." He looked at his own. "Blue. This is natural.

" My parents knew, but they feared me....and my neighborhood did too, since they were Guafo. They knew what I was....and they were afraid. Then one day, parents became too afraid. They wanted to send me to the government, in a sense, destroying a potential threat with one of the strongest weapons this world hath witnessed. I was crying...sobbing...screaming. It all became too much. Chaos was released." He said hoping she'd get the picture. "I'm not getting into details. But at the end of the torturing, he used a....bomb...of darkness. Boom. Killed the whole state. 3 million died. I wandered on from there on out...I'll leave the rest for another time." He said with another grin, not going too far, too fast.

[Deon]

"Different dimensions? Sealed demons? I shouldn't find something like this hard to believe, no matter how fantastic it is. For some reason it's fitting of you," she replied softly. "It sounds familiar to me, in a way. Like what happened to me. Only, on a smaller scale. And the possession wasn't real. Hopefully." The last word was in a joking tone, but there was a hint of unsure sincerity in her voice. She nuzzled her head into his neck, shutting her eyes.

"Yeah. Another time," she murmured absently, letting herself fully aborb his brief story. She had a feeling they would both continue soon, weaving together their pasts for the other to finally see and understand. They would be vulnerable--naked in each other's eyes without a pretense to hide behind--but now wasn't the time. There wasn't enough trust yet. There wasn't enough emotion yet. But she felt there would be, and the fast beating of his heart seemed to assure it.

[Seaheart]

He put his hand on her hair, shifiting through it as she nuzzled him. "There is much more behind it. And Chaos is more than a demon. Demons crave......they are destructive without a mind. They are powerful, but too stupid to use their full potential. Half demons may have a mind, and can use it, but they don't have as near power as any demon. But Chaos....he's a dark being....and so much more." He said softly, with a hint of sadness. "Thank you Dementia." He whispered softly into her ear, with one hand still entwined, and another shifting through her hair.

[Deon]

"You sound as if you know about demons. I didn't even think they actually existed. But I guess anything is possible. You'll have to tell me sometime, about the other dimension. About your people. It would like to hear it." Seaheart's words made her think. Demons? Dark beings? Maybe her grandmother wasn't as crazy as she thought. She didn't like to think about the possibility. She had previously dismissed all her occult practices as superstition. It was hard to conceive that she could have been wrong. But Seaheart's comforting hand on her head, stroking her hair made it impossible for her to feel uncomfortable or afraid for long. She squeezed his hand gently, relishing his warmth, his touch, and snuggled in closer to his body. Her lips pressed softly on his neck.

"You should probably go," she whispered. "It's almost curfew. My roommate should be here any moment." Even as she spoke the words, she was gripping onto him tighter, hoping that he would refuse. She knew she would see him again, but... still. She didn't want to let him slip away. So that was her fear, huh? She chided herself silently. It was unhealthy to keep living in the past, to worry about things long gone.

[Seaheart]

He looked at her, almost sadly. "I've never lived in my dimension.....after....a....sealing in a sense, I was taken to earth. Here. I only know about the Guado dimension because I've met some Guado in this dimension by chance. You can't tell anymore because everyone on Earth dyes their hair every whci hway and that. So.....other than that..."He stopped, feeling her come closer, and relished the feeling of her lips on his neck.

He looked at her. "Really? Who is your roommate? And let's just say, demons....and a half-demon, play a bit of a part in me coming here." He said looking at her, refusing to leave. He didn't really care about the roommate. "If he or she comes, then I'll leave. Until then, I'll spend my time with you." He said gazing down at her with a smile.

[Deon]

"Really? You'll stay anyway?" Dementia smiled as she saw his expression, and laid her head on his chest happily. "My roommate is this new girl, Fleta. I haven't met her yet. I usually don't spend much time in here, as you might be able to tell."

Dementia's side of the room was furnished only with the necessities. A chest of drawers stood at the foot of her bed against the wall, looking like the only piece of furniture that was actually used on a daily basis. Everything was in impeccable shape, and there was no clutter whatsoever. An empty desk sat against the wall on the other side of her bed, next to a standing lamp. It looked like nothing was ever touched. It was too perfectly arranged, too neat to ever be used.

"So there are other Guado here? Why did they come to Earth? Why did you come to Earth?" she paused for a moment, then hurriedly added. "Wait. You don't have to answer that if you don't want to."

[Seaheart]

He liked the feeling of her so close to his chest, so close to his scars. He hadd a feeling it'd be the closest she got it it. He layed his head on hers and then answered. "The guado where I lived came from when I was taken here. Probaly to keep an eye on me. Others have other reason which I don't. I came here because....I the guardian of the savior of this world. I have to seek him or her out...I thought I knew who it was, but being this far from her so long, I thave a feeling it's someone else." He said taking his head from her, kissing her cheek.

He thought about it carefully, making sure he didn't give too much away. "So I have come to train, get stronger, and ifnd who Im' looking for. They have names in the Guado language, but I'm not in the mood to say them. And I don't use my room much either...but it seems I'm gonna have too, seeing I'm getting a roommate. I'd have you as my roommate if I could, but the school forbids it." He said with a slight smile.

[Deon]

"It sounds like you have a lot on your shoulders then," she said as she blinked in disbelief. "You're the guardian of the savior of the world? That's... huge." The way she saw him was slightly changed when she removed her cheek from his chest to look up at his face once more.

"The savior of the world," she murmured again, as if she couldn't believe what she was hearing, her voice with a bit of respectful awe. "Savior from what? From human nature, from destruction of the incompetents that use our virtues for their vices? And how do you know when you find this savior? Is it some kind of a religious figure? Is it always a Guado? Could it be someone who's not even gifted? What do they have to do?" she stopped her steady stream of questions with a slight laugh to herself. "I'm sorry. I'm bombarding you with all this. Tell me to stop and I will comply. I guess I'm just... curious."

The savior of the world, huh? Yeah. There was once a time she believed it was possible. There was a time when she thought that someday there would be peace in the world, that someday there would no longer be such hatred and greed that humans exhibited now. That time was long gone. She didn't believe in the goodness of humanity anymore. She didn't believe in possibility anymore. She didn't believe in hope. The last words of his conversation evaded her while she was deep in her thoughts.

As Seaheart swooped down to kiss her on the cheek, she caught his neck and held his face close to hers. "You thought it was Yuna, didn't you?"