Secret Intentions
By: Suoh no Miko

He was floating gently in his dreamscape, the first peaceful one he had been in since his beloved Garv-sama died by that witch’s hand. The last thing he remembered was slamming into the ground with that Namagomi Mazoku ramming his staff into his spine.

His eyes slowly fluttered open, then shut again with a curse as light from the window battered his senses worse than that Namagomi Mazoku had. He covered his eyes with his hand and rolled over, still cursing up a storm.

"Where the hell am I? What the fuck am I doing here? Who the fucking bloody hell brought me here?" he soon stopped his rant as he realized there was no one there to answer him. Or was there?

"You’re on Wolf Pack Island, and you are here because I brought you here." Piped up a voice Valgarv recognized immediately as that damn Trickster Priest. "And I think you really should cut some of those words out of your vocabulary," the Priest added. Valgarv opened his eyes and went to grab the front of the shirt of the person who took his revenge from him.

"Namagomi!" Xelloss raised an eyebrow and looked at Valgarv’s hands grabbing his shirt.

"Is that anyway to treat the person who took you in?" Valgarv growled. "You’re starting to act like Firia. You don’t want to be like that GOLD dragon, do you?" Xel put extra emphasis on the word Gold and secretly smiled as Val let go of his shirt.

"What do YOU know, nama—baka!" Valgarv stopped himself before he copied a killer of his race again. "Besides, you attacked me, AND took my revenge from me," Valgarv said as he crossed his arms and looked away.

Xelloss chuckled as Valgarv acted like a spoiled child. He reached out and brushed Valgarv’s cheek right over his old scars. Valgarv jerked and growled at Xelloss to make him pull his hand away. Xelloss did pull his hand away, but his touch lingered far longer than Valgarv would have liked. Valgarv put his hand up to his face and stared at Xelloss with a look of rivaled disbelief and disgust. He reminded Xelloss so much of the gold dragon priestess that it made him sort of queasy.

"What the hell was that for?!" Valgarv growled then began another long colorful string of curses to show just how much he disliked Xelloss’s action.

"My! You DO have an extensive vocabulary, don’t you?" Xelloss chuckled.

"Shuddup!" Valgarv growled as he crossed his arms again and pointed his nose up in the air snobbishly. Xelloss sat down on the edge of the bed and Valgarv opened his eye a little to glare at the Mazoku.

"You know Valterria," Xelloss watched as Valgarv winced at the use of his old name. "This is getting quite old."

"What’s getting old?" Valgarv asked suspiciously. Xelloss opened his eyes and Valgarv started. He had forgotten how creepy the priest looked when he opened his eyes.

"You insulting me." Valgarv looked at him strangely then. His insults were bothering the Mazoku? Strange. Nah, it couldn’t be true! The Mazoku was a trickster, you weren’t supposed to EVER believe anything he said until you tested it out for yourself. The Trickster Priest leaned a little closer to Valgarv, and suddenly the ex-dragon wished his Garv-sama was there. He would’ve been able to get rid of this weird Mazoku. Thinking about Garv suddenly caused him to become very gloomy and a small tear made it’s way from his eye.

Xelloss paused. He was originally was going to kiss the dragon and coax him into becoming his lover… He was going to change Valgarv’s life. He never admitted it, especially not to Zelas-sama, but it hurt, in a very harsh and wrong way all the way down to his soul, whenever he would see Garv and Valgarv together. In fact, that was the whole reason he had constantly asked to act out the part of a simple messenger to Garv, if only he could get a glance of the closed off ex-dragon.

But now it seemed he had done something to cause the dragon to cry, an act he never seen Valgarv do. "Hey, are you okay?" Xelloss asked. He looked shocked when Valgarv roughly wiped the tear away.

"I’m fucking fine! Now just go the hell away!" Valgarv yelled in an attempt to hide how truly hurt he was by the loss of his Master. Xelloss, surprisingly, simply nodded and disappeared.

Valgarv brought his knees up to his chest and rested his forehead on his knees. "Garv-sama…" he murmured. He shut his eyes as various memories ran through his head. He shut his tightly as a painful memory resurfaced: when Garv-sama had found him and stopped the gold dragons that had tried to kill him.

"Heh, look what we have here. An Ancient Dragon that wasn’t killed. And he’s young too." Valterria trembled in fear as the gold dragons leaned over him. He whimpered as one poked him in the arm with the blunt end of his spear.

"Should we kill it like we killed the rest?…Boss?" when the gold dragon got no response, he turned and his eyes widened in fear, before he went up in flames. Valterria looked up to see an extremely tall man with wild red hair. Valterria blinked, not sure whether to thank the man, or to be afraid of him. So, he just curled up as best he could and flinched away from the large man’s touch.

" Now, now, little one, I’m here to help you… I’ll heal you." The large man said as he ran his hand over Valterria’s hair. Valterria looked up at him again and noticed the slit pupils. His eyes widened in shock and slight fear. Then a momentary surge of courage –or stupidity, whatever you call it- arrived and he spit at the large man’s feet.

"I don’t need any stupid Mazoku to heal me!" This seemed to highly entertain the man as he laughed then leaned over, a ball of energy slowly growing in his hand.

"I see, then you choose death. Either way, you shall be mine." Before Valterria could react, the ball of energy flew at him and wave after wave of pain wracked his small and now frail body. He screamed as loud he could, then blacked out as the pain reached it’s peak. He fell to the ground unconscious and everything went black as the memory ended.

Valgarv frowned and he wished that Garv-sama, despite the last memory, was there. He didn’t want to be stuck here with that namagomi Mazoku and whatever he was plotting. That look in his purple, slitted eyes was…strange was the only word Valgarv could come up with…no, it was unsettling as well.

He would have time to contemplate Xelloss’s attitude later, but for now, he was severely exhausted, after all of those memories…. Yes, he would figure out what was running through that insane Mazoku’s mind, after some rest, Valgarv thought as he lay back down and fell into a deep sleep. Little did he know, was that the aforementioned insane Mazoku was still watching over him.

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