Shadows

*All elements of Mystere and Kooza belong to Cirque Du Soleil. An prelude to chapter two of Arixa's Even Gods.

"…

Have you asked him why?"

"Wh-why what?"

"Why he's here in your realm in the first place?"

"…because…I don't know…"

"…then how do you know?"

"How do I know what?"

"How do you know you can trust him?"

"…I don't…"

"Oh come now! He touches you…and holds you…he's HOLDING YOU RIGHT NOW! Why don't you just…throw him off of you? OR WOULD YOU RATHER NOT KNOW?"

"I-I DO know! He said…He wanted…to…to…"

"To WHAT? Learn more about your little Desert wonderland? C'mon, YOU. KNOW. HIM…WHETHER YOU WANT TO OR NOT…HE. ALWAYS. WANTS. SOMETHING..."

Moha jolted awake as the words echoed in his skull…and then remembered where he was…everyone had left the TV area where they had been re-watching one of their performances…well…everyone except for him…and a certain someone whose arms were STILL wrapped around his waist…

Moha's breath shuddered as he realized that HE'D FALLEN ASLEEP IN THE TRICKSTER'S ARMS-!

…Actually, said Trickster was STILL asleep…

Moha sighed as his head, almost against conscious thought, fell back on Trickster's shoulder…he remembered last night a little more clearly now…while watching their rehearsals, Moha had found himself distracted by a certain pair of hands, dragging him into a certain lap of vertically striped legs…

MS: "Wh-WHAT ARE YOU DOING-?"

T: "Shhhh…relax…"

MS: "B-But EVERYONE'S-!"

T: "Watching the movie…now Ssssshhh…relax…"

Those hands on his shoulders…tracing his shoulder blades…forcing him to straddle him from behind…hands on his chest…holding him against a warm body…Moha shuddered, realizing he was still in that he was STILL in the Trickster's grasp…

And it was still VERY early in the morning…bed would be nice…but he couldn't…well, he COULD take care of himself but…

Why…WHY couldn't he leave him alone…?

Sighing, summing it up to the protective Ringmaster in him, Moha carefully lifted Trickster onto his back and carried him to his room…

He wasn't sure HOW he got him up the stairs he RARELY used to his room WITHOUT waking Trickster up…but as he laid Trickster on the bed, the dark, snobbish voice that SOMEWHAT reminded him of the man before him…but DARKER, FOREBOADING…echoed in his skull..

"YOU. KNOW. HIM…"

"HE. ALWAYS. WANTS. SOMETHING...

Moha shook his head…sighing, he suddenly noticed Trickster shifting uncomfortably in his sleep…was he…having a dream…no…a nightmare?

And why did it pain the Narrator to see the Trickster so…uncomfortable?

Feeling cautious, he reached forward to peel off the Trickster's jacket…

*Continued in Chapter 2 of Arixa's Even Gods…