*All elements of Mystere AND Kooza belong to Cirque Du Soleil…the song "I love the Way you Lie," is by Rihanna and Eminem.

Ruby-Rose stared into the flames in the palm of her hands…the fire Solstrom glowed as she watched the two men sleeping side-by-side…her dad from Kooza…her father of Mystere…her very soul…soon, they would awaken…and another day, haunted into another night would begin…

This was her life…a mergence of two souls, wondering why…WHY was she BORN? They weren't exactly…the most STABLE couple in the universe of Cirque Du Soleil…for all SHE knew, her creation, her birth, was just a desperate attempt for power, a scheme, a con-trap…a LIE…

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn…

That's alright because I like the way it hurts…

Just gonna stand there and hear me cry,

That's alright…

Because I love the way you Lie…

She closed her eyes…

I love the way you lie…

Moha-Samedi opened his eyes, the moonlight shining into the room…he couldn't remember yesterday again…what had happened…and why had he felt like he'd been stuck in a sauna all day…?

His skin felt sensitive to the cool night air…like the lightest breeze was relief for his overheated, perspiration soaked body…suddenly, he noted his bed was not holding one, but two hot, sweaty figures…he suddenly noted the arm draped over him, leading and ending in the gold painted hand intertwined in his…

Moha's heart thumped in his chest…he'd PROMISED he'd STOP this-! After SHE was born-! He'd Promised-he'd Promised-HE'D-PROMISED-!

Moha angrily threw the hand and arm off him, shooting up out of the bed…he was about to rush out of the room, when TWO things stopped him…FIRST, for a split second, he'd stopped when he realized he was in Kooza again…SECOND, as he was about to seek out his clothes, a firm arm of reality pulled him back onto the bed…next thing he knew, a pair of vertically striped, scarlet and gold pants were on either side of him…arms of gold wrapped around his chest and waist…

I can't tell you what it really is
I can only tell you what it feels like
And right now it's a steel knife in my windpipe
I can't breathe but I still fight while I can fight
As long as the wrong feels right it's like I'm in flight

"Where are you going?" a hot, breathless voice asked in his ear…apparently, the Trickster was in whatever mode their Solstrom mergence had put him in that earlier day…

"I-AM-GOING-TO-GET-MY-CLOTHES-AND-THEN-I-AM-LEAVING!" Moha-Samedi hissed, "You LIED again! YOU PROMISED no more of this…this crazy luring-me-into-bed nonsense when SHE was-!"

"I know…but I can't help myself…ESPECIALLY on a night like this…" His breathing came out in hot gasps, as if they'd just finished a round a moment ago…and yet it couldn't have been more than a few hours…

High off of love, drunk from my hate,
It's like I'm huffing paint and I love it the more I suffer, I suffocate
And right before I'm about to drown, He resuscitates me
He f*&^%$# hates me and I love it.

"What's wrong with…? Are you alright?" Moha asked, feeling suddenly concerned with Trickster's exhausted behavior…was he still tired? Dehydrated perhaps…?

"Around you…I-I MORE than ALIVE…" He whispered, his lips desperately kissing Moha's neck, his hands on his chest, pulling Moha's body closer to his own…Moha suddenly felt scared…he BARELY remembered what had happened earlier that day…now he wanted to-?

Trickster looked out the window and saw the full moon glowing in…his eyes, passive and white, glowed in a cat-like haze as the chaotic, primal animal within awoke, wanting nothing more than the man already squirming in his arms…

He passionately kissed his shoulders…hands already building in energy and heat, wanting to go further, farther, faster-! Yet suddenly, the man in pink was throwing himself out of Trickster's arms…

Wait! Where you going?
"I'm leaving you"
No you ain't. Come back we're running right back.
Here we go again

"I'm going-!" Moha started…but then the God of Kooza suddenly grasped his arm with a bruising force and threw him back on the bed, pinning him, straddling his waist…pinning him…

"NO. YOU'RE. NOT…" trickster seemed to hiss the words…Moha's heart thudded as he saw the look in Trickster's eyes…

It's so insane cause when it's going good, it's going great
I'm Superman with the wind at his back, He's Lois Lane
But when it's bad it's awful, I feel so ashamed I snapped
Who's that dude? I don't even know his name
I laid hands on Him, I'll never stoop so low again
I guess I don't know my own strength

"T-Trick-?"

Trickster felt his instincts calm down at the look in Moha-Samedi's eyes…those warm brown eyes…so scared…so confused…so CONCERNED…Trickster found his hands shaking as he stroked the startled emcee's cheek…he didn't want this…he didn't want to hurt him…he didn't want to scare him…

But the MOON…oh GODS WHY did he have to get this way on the FULL MOON-?

Without thinking twice, he dove down and kissed him, not fiercely, or lustfully, but gently with compassion…

You ever love somebody so much you can barely breathe
When you're with 'em
You meet and neither one of you even know what hit 'em
Got that warm fuzzy feeling
Yeah, them chills you used to get 'em
Now you're getting f%^&$*& sick of looking at 'em

Trickster hungrily ate out Moha-Samedi, desperate for his surrender…he smiled against Moha's lips as he grasped Trickster's body, forced into kissing him back, nearly leaving them both breathless…it was as if they DID belong together, like this was meant to be from the very first moment they met…

Yet Moha was SICK of Trickster always taking lead, and as they broke away for breath, he tried rolling Trickster over to pin him to the bed…

But this was mistakened for another attempt to escape as Trickster growled, fiercely pinning him to the bed…Moha felt his stubborn pride kick in as he angrily tackled Trickster off him…he was SICK of this stupid GAME-! HE. HATED. THE GAMES-!

Then a hand smacked him across the cheek…

You swore you'd never hit 'em; never do nothing to hurt 'em
Now you're in each other's face spewing venom in your words when you spit them
You push, pull each other's hair, scratch, claw, hit 'em
Throw 'em down, pin 'em

Trickster looked down at his trembling hands in horror as Moha grasped his cheek…he hadn't meant to go that far…he'd NEVER wanted to hurt him…snapped out of his feverish frenzy, he softly grasped Moha's face in his hands, pressed their foreheads together, silently begged for forgiveness…

But then Moha angrily slapped him back…and pinned him underneath him, a look of determined anger Trickster had never seen before…a Look he'd never WANTED to see…like looking in a mirror…

So lost in the moments when you're in them
It's the rage that took over it controls you both
So they say you're best to go your separate ways
Guess if they don't know you 'cause today that was yesterday
Yesterday is over, it's a different day
Sound like broken records playing over but you promised him
Next time you show restraint
You don't get another chance
Life is no Nintendo game
But you lied again
Now you get to watch him leave out the window
Guess that's why they call it window pane

Moha kissed him furiously, half breathing, half-sobbing into his mouth...tears poured down onto Trickster's face as Trickster returned the kiss with equally furious passion…

Then, remembering the moon, Trickster suddenly pushed Moha-Samedi off him…

"Leave me," he whispered raggedly…

"But-?" Moha was confused at the mixed messages…

"JUST. LEAVE ME!" Trickster cried in emotional agony…it alarmed Moha-Samedi to hear him cry out so…DESPERATELY like that…that had NEVER happened before…

So he gathered his shirt, jacket, bow tie, shoes and hat…and left…

Trickster stayed in his room, pillow over his head, trying to ignore the lingering full moon, DESPERATE for his feelings of passionate lust to just GO AWAY-!

As morning drew nearer, it still seemed farther off…eventually, he found himself looking at that dreaded moon and breaking down into tears…

"You too?" That VOICE…he HADN'T LEFT-?

Now I know we said things, did things that we didn't mean
And we fall back into the same patterns, same routine
But your temper's just as bad as mine is
You're the same as me
But when it comes to love you're just as blinded…

"Moha…you SHOULDN'T be here…you're in DANGER around me…"

"Under this phase of moon?" Moha took the chance of sitting next to the Trickster, "why didn't you just TELL me?"

"I'm like an ANIMAL in this state, Moha…Animals don't THINK or TALK…they FEEL and DO…I'm sorry, you NEED to LEAVE…"

Moha was…strangely silent for a moment…

"Fine…you want to sort this out yourself…torment yourself until morning like I did when you INSISTED on sticking around…fine. I'LL GO…" He was obviously hurt and frustrated…but too tired to yell…Trickster realized the foolish mistake he was making…!

"WAIT!" Moha was stopped by a fierce, passionate grip on his wrist…

Baby, please come back
It wasn't you, baby it was me
Maybe our relationship isn't as crazy as it seems
Maybe that's what happens when a tornado meets a volcano
All I know is I love you too much to walk away though

Trickster breathed in hissing gasps through gritted teeth as he realized the contact of his hand was already arousing heat from his fingertips…Moha didn't even move…he allowed the Trickster to pull him into a death hug from behind, refusing to let go…Moha's body shuddered as Trickster breathlessly kissed his neck…their bodies were already hot, a cool air blowing through…cold and hot, dark and light…opposites clashing together in one room, merging, melting into one…

And it was too late to say "no" or walk out or escape…

Come inside, pick up your bags off the sidewalk
Don't you hear sincerity in my voice when I talk
I told you this is my fault
Look me in the eyeball
Next time I'm pissed, I'll aim my fist at the drywall
Next time. There won't be no next time
I apologize even though I know its lies
I'm tired of the games I just want him back
I know I'm a liar

Trickster whipped him around and pinned him to the bed so fast, Moha's head spun…and he allowed this man who'd made his way into his heart to kiss him, feeling the heat building as his shirt was ripped off, the hands searing him, loving him, melting into him…sick of the subtle approach, loving this sudden, free feeling of blunt, honest love, he grasped the trickster to him as tightly as he could…he no longer cared he was in love with a manipulator and a liar…

But he certainly was scared out of his mind when Trickster suddenly froze and whispered hotly in a searing red-hot voice into his ear…

"If you ever try to flipping leave again
I'll tie you to the bed and set this world on fire…"

Moha-Samedi gulped as he felt trickster's lips cover his again…as the fireworks exploded, setting his body with the explosive heat…he certainly believed now Trickster would keep his promise…

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
But that's alright because I like the way it hurts
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry
But that's alright because I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie

Ruby-Rose closed the flame that was in her hands…and opened her warm, brown eyes, staring at he own world in the distance, glowing like a flame itself in the rising sun…

*Yeah, I wanted to include Ruby-Rose in something while including this song…this is kind of Mystere Du Le Kooza's theme song in terms of Moha and trickster's relationship…it's a very Love-Hate relationship…and now that they've conjured (well, Trickster conjured) themselves a child who is made of BOTH their souls…she knows that anger, that PASSION…it's her very BEING. BTW, this takes place when Ruby-Rose is a young adult/teen, when she's adapted the basics of her powers and made a realm for herself which serves as the portal for Mystere, Kooza…and later Zarkana…a realm known as PYRLIGHT…

Yes, the full moon drives Trickster crazy…