I can’t wait to see Team Sheelos blast off into the speed of light
[[ whoa emi you caught it fast omg
bUT YES OF COURSE I will try to make a decent sketch yehee! ]]
MEOWTH, ASI ES!
[[ 8D AAAh memorias <3 dulces amargas memorias ]]
Well aware of how vulnerable he was, Zelos made a mental note to try and keep from saying anything that would upset Sheena too much. The last thing he wanted was to provoke her to the point of actually inflicting harm if he couldn’t defend himself. There was a very slim chance that he could get her to break the chain by attacking him if he used it to block, but he doubted he’d get out of that sort of encounter without some serious damage.
“Who brought me here?” he repeated, frowning as he tried to remember. His head was still pounding, and her yelling hadn’t helped at all. At least she had lowered her tone some now that her ire was not directed entirely at him. As if he would have chained himself to her bed like this. The idea was laughable. Someone apparently thought it was a good idea though, or he wouldn’t be here. He closed his eyes, trying to think back through the haze of last night.
None of the faces or voices in his memory were clear enough to identify. He vaguely remembered something about a bet, but he couldn’t remember the terms, or the stakes. Obviously it had something to do with Sheena though, or they wouldn’t have brought him here. Someone must know both of them, and know about Mizuho too, to have brought him all the way here. Mizuho’s people were not keen on outsiders, how had the person managed to get him here? Not only had they infiltrated the village, they’d done it while carrying a drugged, possibly unconscious man. His head spun at the implications.
“…Someone must have it in for you” he muttered after a moment. Sheena wasn’t safe, not if someone could sneak into her house and deposit him there without her knowledge. Someone close to her had to be in on this. Martel above, what had he been drinking last night?! He’d never had a hangover like this before. Perhaps someone had ill intentions for both of them. Narrowing down the list of who wanted him dead would not be easy, even with the Pope out of the picture. The ‘Chosen’ still had a target on his back despite the unification of the worlds, or perhaps because of it.
She observed rather impatiently for his answer, but his frown and troubled-to-recall face only gave away his obvious response.
She let out a frustrated sigh, and rubbed her temples to calm her temper for now, it wouldn’t be of any help to get angry at him and for something he apparently didn’t do, like, what seemed to be, been drugged, kidnapped, or whatever would be they did to him. He also seemed slightly wasted, and his face showed signs of a possible hangover. Drunk? If it was the case, she would have to attempt helping his memory with a good traditional Mizuhoan hangover soup, one of the most tasteful and spicy ones of course, that would be his punishment for going out drinking so much and with possible strangers.
He certainly wasn’t guilty for where he ended, but oh, wasn’t he guilty for HOW he ended up here?
“What are you talking about?? YOU are the one chained to my be—!” But then reality struck her.
Kidnapped… strangers…chained to her bed….!
Her eyes widened slightly, and she tried not to panic there. He was right, the people that brought him here couldn’t be just casual strangers, but skilled ones with enough knowledge about her village as to know how to find it and break in without anyone to notice. It was dangerous in a scaring way. Oh dear.
She gulped, and looked up to him. Well, the fact that he was here meant that maybe it was something that involved him too, but who could possibly…?
Turning her look to his chains, an idea popped up to her mind. “Look, forget about who brought you here, let’s better…” She moved over next to the bed, right next to him, without taking her look away from the lock of the chain, and knelt on the floor to get easy access to it. “…focus on taking these off first.” She took his arm and looked closer to the metallic clench, inspecting it carefully.
“I can’t risk for Orochi or anyone else coming here and seeing you like this, they probably will take the wrong idea.” Her look turned to glare at him in warning, even with the little pink color that took over her cheeks. “So you better don’t move or say anything at all while I’m on it, or I’ll seriously consider knocking you unconscious.”