By Indigo Siren

Disclaimer: Bloody Roar is © to Hudson Soft. The only part I own is the idea of the story. This is in no way being used to make money, it is for entertainment purposes only. All rights reserved.

A/N: This a present for a good friend of mine, Rairakku - I created this while I was inspired to do some writing. This is for all the fans of the Xion/Uranus coupling. (Xionus or Uranon, whichever )

Just to tell you, in this, Uranus has sort of adapted into society, her story is still a major enigma really left untouched and she works too, just for you to know. The same goes for Xion, and he’s not being controlled by anybody and he’s a lot more subdued since he’s acting like the real him this time.

Another night, another dilemma…

Uranus sighed as she stood in front of her answering machine. Four messages, all from him.

Call me. Lets do lunch. I’ll come over later. Why aren’t you answering your phone?

“Can’t he take a hint… I’m too busy to be bothered about love.” She deleted the messages on her answering machine, and pulled the phone plug out the wall.

Many a girl would have been flattered for such attention from someone as handsome as Xion, but Uranus, always the odd one, wanted nothing to do with him. Maybe it was the fact that when she’d first been created, back in a lab, there was no intention for her to start harbouring feelings or go out on dates. She was supposed to be a killing machine, but the problem was, she developed a mind of her own.

Maybe now she could consider a love life, having her own will to do anything she wanted, but she was stubborn as well as conflicted. Conflicted in the sense that her personality was a cold one, and there never seemed to be enough fire to thaw out much else inside her.

She slumped down sideways onto her puffy sea green couch, dumping her handbag over the arm without much consideration. The floor would be a suiting place for it for now.

So, this was her life. Answering phones for a living and avoiding being romanced by the local Swedish guy. Oh, and watching old re-runs of ‘Days of Our Lives’ which were badly dubbed over in Japanese.

“Life is thrilling…” She mumbled sarcastically, looking around at her sparsely furnished apartment. Though in consideration of other options, I.E. being locked in a tube, it didn’t seem all so bad. “Well… At least it’s my life to run.”

She didn’t realise how tiring a job could be, it took at least three tries to put herself upright in the couch before she even actually stood up.

Dinner tonight would consist of tempura donburi - she’d specifically brought in the ingredients the night before so she could have that. Shopping was never one of her high priority tasks, so most of the time, she barely had food in. She was more inclined to eat out or order in. Let someone else worry over the stove.

Peering out towards the balcony, the weather didn’t look too promising, so it was better she ate in tonight anyway.

And for TV entertainment? It was a crazy sports night for some odd reason, and some old war movies later. Not that enthralling to her.

“I might just curl up with a good book…” All thoughts were reduced to nought when knocking came to her door. She knew who it was before even answering it. “Or I could make my own melodrama,” she mumbled sardonically, as she opened the door, to none other than the Unborn himself.

Xion flicked his phone closed and offered her one of his smiles that seemed to only really work on side of his face. It was his way of smiling, and it was supposed to be friendly, no matter how cocky he looked.

“Your phone’s not working,” he said, stashing his own into the pocket of his red trench coat.

“I pulled it out the wall,” she stated nonchalantly.

He just nodded in a sort of understanding way, though it was obvious he didn’t. “Well… okay. I did mention on your answering machine that I was coming over.”

“Why?” Blunt and almost brutal, the tired woman felt like closing the door right then.

“Why not? I wanted to see you.” His smile grew, and she felt like sinking into the cracks in the floorboards with aggravation.

“Why did I ever give you my number? Was I that desperate for company?” She muttered, though it was loud enough for him to hear, though his expression never faltered. She sighed. “Listen carefully to the words that come out my mouth.” She inhaled carefully, before… “GO AWAY!” And the door slammed, hard enough to make the hinges jut in horror of the action. Uranus put her back to it and let out a long groan.

“Why do you always have to act like this? Aren’t you ever going to let anyone close to you?” She heard him say through the door.

“No! And especially not you! I don’t need anyone… EVER!” She stepped away from the door, retreating back into the confines of her home

She’d been through enough in her life to warrant her own solitude. Love was a waste of her precious time. It seemed only he, of all the men that had glanced in her direction, didn’t understand her feelings.

“You’re lying.”

She spun and stormed back towards the door. Nobody called her a liar…

She flung the door open. “GET LO-eh?” There was nobody there to scream at.

At first. she was baffled to say the least, though her eyes narrowed in suspicion. She kept the door close to her back and she peered out, looking left and right down the corridor. Nobody in sight. And for some strange reason, she was inclined to look up at the ceiling. Nope, not there either.

‘What? Did you expect him to be up there, hanging with suction cups? Grow up…’ She went back inside her apartment. There was a nice blanket of relief over her now. Maybe she could have some peace now he’d finally decided to stop…

She almost fell over. There he was, outside, leant against her balcony doors.

“What the hell!” Her face reddened tremendously. “How’d you get out there so damn fast?”

“I am the master of stealth,” he said, and it was just the annoying way he said it that nearly had her banging her head on the wall.

She thanked the heavens she had locked the balcony door. There was at least a good barrier between them. Stomping up to the glass, she stabbed her finger against it, right in front of him.

“You! Don’t you get it yet! I want to be alone! Just get lost before I kick your ass back to Sweden!”

Xion couldn’t keep the smile of his face. She looked so flustered as she was yelling at him, it was highly amusing. But besides, he just couldn’t keep his eyes of her, which held her in such admiration. Her cheeks puffing up and her lips pouting. She really was a beauty to behold.

“STOP STARING AT ME YOU PERVERT!” He did laugh then and it almost looked like she would come out to him, but she stopped herself by a marginal inch. It seemed a pity really…

… And then, it started to rain. Softly at first, but then it began to pick up, as did the wind. That put a smile on her face, a somewhat evil one at that.

“HAH! At least the weather is on my side! You should get on home before you get drenched.”

“No, I’m just going to stay right here. Waiting for you.” He went to lean back against the railing, watching her with no concern to the rain pouring down on top of him.

She felt some surprise creep up into face, but shook it off and huffed. “Fine, see if I care!” And she gripped the large blue spirally patterned curtain and closed it, blocking him from view.

If she didn’t see him, it didn’t matter.

“Stupid, idiot. He’s going to make himself sick… but that’s his own problem.” She marched off toward the kitchen, intent on eating instead of focusing on him. She gathered all her ingredients for her intended meal, willing herself to put her mind on cooking.

But alas, it was failing fast.

Her lips scrunched up with annoyance. ‘Damn him. This is his plan. Well, I’m not going to play along.’

She went to the chopping board with her prawns and vegetables and started to prepare them. She was happily chopping away at first, but she slowed as her mind was starting to wander back to the balcony and that certain somebody…

Was he serious enough to stay out there? In this weather? Was he really STILL out there?

‘Stop it! Right now!’ She slammed the knife down, clenching her fists down on the table surface. ‘I’m acting as if I give a damn…’

And there she stood, rigid for minutes on end. She couldn’t chop because her mind wandered, and she couldn’t move, in case she decided to go see if he was still there.

She couldn’t help but cast a glance out towards the closed curtain over the balcony door. The curiosity was going to kill her.

One peak wasn’t going to hurt her. Was it?

She approached the curtain, and gripped the corner attentively, feeling rather stupid all over a sudden. Like some sort of little school girl, spying on the boy next door.

‘This is my home, God damn it!’ And she peaked through the side, keeping the curtain as best she could in place so it didn’t look like she was looking to begin with.

Sure enough, there he was, still sat and still getting drenched. Of course, her plan of going unnoticed failed miserably and he smiled at her.

“DAMN IT!” She flung the curtain back into place and went back into the kitchen. She focused on her hunger instead and went back to preparing her meal.

It was half an hour later that the food sat so proudly on the plate before her, looking so good to eat.

‘I really amaze myself sometimes,’ she praised herself. Her stomach growled in acknowledgement to the food.

She took the plate to the table and sat down, snapping some clean chopsticks apart, ready to use. Of course, she stopped herself. That past curiosity was there again.

Could he still be out there?

The wind howled loudly and it made her shudder. It must have been cold out there…

‘Uh oh… do I sense a conscience about to come into play? … Damn…’ She rose and went back towards the balcony door and opened the curtain a quarter.

And there he was, which was still startling to her, sat there on the railing still. He was looking out towards the city, away from her. The wind was whipping through his soaked hair almost playfully. He had some serious resilience to be still out there, especially now the weather was against him. Just so serious, even behind that smile. He really did mean what he’d said.

She felt rather guilty now all of a sudden, as much as she hated herself for suddenly embroiling herself in any type of emotion. Just watching him, her heart fluttered without a thought. He was handsome, and out there, soaked to the bone, he glowed more radiant. Her eyes wandering over his pale skin and the silvery tresses that the wind caressed with invisible fingers. Such a picture…

He finally turned to notice her standing at the window. The smile was small, not like before. He appeared much more serene to her now. Her own expression was suddenly lost over him. His light blue eyes were searching her amber ones. They offered her nothing to be angry at, just something more gentle and understanding.

‘Damn him…’ Her hand tossed the curtain fully open and the latch came off so the door could open. The cold was a slap in the face, but she ignored that and the slight spray of the rain.

“GET IN HERE BEFORE YOU DIE, IDIOT!”

He didn’t hesitate against her command and hopped off his perch and strolled on inside on her invitation. She closed and locked the door behind him, sighing.

He’d won this round. But his victory had him dripping all over her carpet.

“Wait here, I’ll get a towel.” She lost the heart to meet his eyes now. Maybe it was the sudden fluster of emotion that had crept over her. It was unforeseen and scary for someone usually as cold as her.

He stood there patiently waiting as she marched in and out of her small en-suite bathroom, bringing a big navy towel out and dumping it on his head.

“Take your coat off. I won’t have my carpet paying the price for your idiocy.” The way she said it wasn’t really forceful, though strangely docile.

He complied and undid the straps that kept the coat firmly in place. It didn’t slip off quite so easily, as it had decided to stick to him and he was practically peeling it off himself. Once off, she took it to hang on the shower rail in the bathroom so it could drip into the bath. He was set now to rubbing his hair dry when she came back.

“Can I actually sit down and eat now without having to worry about you?” He peered at her inquisitively through the towel and she turned away before he could notice the blushing and she went to eat her food still waiting for her on the table.

The whole time, he didn’t say a word as she ate, he just watched her as he dried himself off the best he could.

She didn’t particularly like him watching her eat. It made her feel self-conscience. The whole time, she had to keep her eyes focused intently on her meal, rather than on him. She knew her eyes would meet his and she’d sink into an awkwardness she was not used to.

These feelings were all new to her, and she wasn’t sure if she was going to enjoy having them.

“Your place is nice,” he said, breaking the silence as she took the last bite of her meal. “Cosy.”

“Suits me fine,” she said plainly as she went to stack her plate in the sink. She’d wash it later.

Turning to him, she wanted to give him a piece of her mind, but the lecture was caught right on her tongue as he snorted, stifling a laugh when she faced him. That made her frown. “What?”

“It’s your…” He motioned his thumb towards his mouth, an indication. But she still didn’t get it, shaking her head.

“Eh?”

He sighed, setting the towel on the back of her couch and went to approach her. Uranus was suddenly apprehensive of the distance being closed between them, but didn’t do anything to stop him as his approach didn‘t appear to be hostile.

Xion carefully lifted a finger to her face and carefully drew it against the corner of her mouth. He pulled it back to show her that she some sauce there. She blushed with embarrassment. Though her face almost felt on fire as she watched him draw the finger to his lips and press it gently against them, his tongue lapping with one stroke to remove the sauce.

“Nice.” That single husky word was enough to draw a shiver up her spine.

‘Damn he’s good.’

In a swift, almost unseen movement had him pressed up close to her, forcing her back up against the counter to at least gain a few inches of distance between them. His arms placed around her had her boxed in.

“I never believed a word you said, you know. Wanting to be a lone. Nobody in their right mind could go on living alone forever.” His words were soft, almost warming though she tried her best to pull back into the cold of herself. There was so much insinuation that was ready to wrap around her she wanted to get away. His eyes wanted her, everything about… he had a yearning that she was afraid of.

She didn’t want to need or have anyone want of her. The best way to survive was to not let anyone have your heart. But yet, she couldn’t help but let herself go, even a little, as his sweet breath tickled against her face.

“You’re so damn persistent,” she whispered, not able to make the words come out any louder.

His smile was enchanting. “Well, I am for some one as beautiful and wonderful as you.”

She scoffed, turning her face from him. “Beautiful… humph. Wonderful, you say… you don’t even know me.”

“I can see it, even if you don’t show it,” he said, using two fingers to nudge her chin so that her eyes would meet his again. “It’s just under your skin, a wonderful woman waiting to come out. A woman I’d like to get to know.” Her eyes couldn’t stay fixed on his for long. She’d become all uncharacteristically bashful. “And beautiful… you’re a glorious cerulean blossom that stands out so gloriously in a field of snow drops.”

She looked back up then. “I’m surprised, Xion. I didn’t think you of all people would be so… romantic…”

He chuckled in response. “I’ve never truly known myself. But I’m beginning to. Wouldn’t you like to know me?”

She didn’t know what to say, without it coming out in some suggestive innuendo. Her hands came up to his chest with the intent to push him backwards, but they stopped, resting weakly there. She’d suddenly lost the heart to do it. His words had turned her to sap in minutes and that’s what she’d been afraid of it she let him get close. Or maybe she was scared to hear such nice words since nobody had ever said them to her before.

And then, it happened. He moved in to kiss her, and for a second, her head started to go backwards, not really wanting to, but she stopped herself and their lips met.

If only there had been fireworks and violins and the crowds of three nations cheering, then it would have been fairytale like. But no, it was just a simple and sweet kiss, right there in her little kitchen.

And she liked it.

His tongue expertly parted her lips and she was suddenly welcomed to a whole new level in the kissing experience, and her mind was sent swimming. The taste that met her lips was like honey and she was lapping away, trying to get more of that sweet flavour. Xion was getting a nice taste of tempura. Next time he’d ask for her to make him some, it tasted real good, especially mixed up within a passionate kiss.

She was the one to break the kiss, her eyes blinking back her innocence of the moment. He just smiled the way he usually did, but this time she didn’t feel like killing him over it.

“I’m going soft,” she said, shaking her head at him.

His hand came up to pet her hair affectionately, running his fingers through the soft blue locks while he had the chance. “I’m glad.”

A sigh came and she nudged him back, but she didn’t move too far away from him. “I’m pretty new to all this closeness stuff. Maybe a bit perturbed to try… but I’m sure if you’re truly honest of wanting to know me… maybe I can give you the benefit of the doubt.” Her hand tugged against his top and pulled him against her in a tentative hug. The relief and happiness set in and his arms wrapped around her.

She jumped back suddenly, pushing him away. “Damn! Your clothes are seriously soaked! Get them off right now!”

His eyes lit up. “As you command!”

“GAH!” She covered her face. “That’s not what I meant!”