Chapter One- In Which An Immortal Pisses Off a Firelily

A young woman spun away from the flying blade, her thick red-gold hair flying out, barely contained by a black bow, and even then her hair was everywhere. Irritated, the young woman ripped the bow out and rolled. Just in time too, because a spirit blast just grazed her back, burning a large hole in her black dress.

The woman stood and assessed the damage as she shot off a blast of her own. “Oh well, never liked black anyway.”

Holding the ribbon in her teeth while she gathered her hair back, she glanced over at the recipient of her blast, a large, ugly and almost powerful demon. He was humanoid, as many demons were, had two eyes and ears, a nose, and a mouth, but there all resemblance ended. He was an unattractive shade of purple, had six fingers on each hand, and four horns. His only clothing was a loincloth that was bright green. He was currently smoking from her blast.

Hurriedly, the young woman tied her thick hair back, doing it neatly and efficiently. A man appeared behind her, holding a knife, and sliced at her. The woman ducked and stuck her foot, neatly clad in a black slipper, out, swung it around, tripping the man. As the man fell to his side, the young woman stood up and pointed an energy blast right at him, with enough power to kill.

“Don’t move,” she warned, midnight-blue eyes flashing with a strange sort of fire. “I don’t want to kill you.”

The man was frozen, hypnotized by her eyes and voice, which was unlike anything he had ever heard before. Soft and melodic, sweet and low-pitched, it twisted into his brain…

He fell unconscious. The woman sighed and re-absorbed her power, lowering her spread fingers and placing one slim hand on her equally slim waist.

“You do get into an awful lot of fights, don’t you?” an amused male voice said. The young woman didn’t even twitch.

“Kita. I should’ve known,” she replied, turning around and folding her arms.

A man sat on a nearby rock, clasping one slender leg while the other trailed artfully down the rock’s surface. He had raven-black hair and sky-blue eyes which were currently laughing. Dressed in a black T-shirt, black pants, and black shoes, Kita laughed as the young woman scowled at him.

“Why, you seem angry, my dear Firelily. Whatever for?” he asked, standing and brushing himself off. Standing, he proved to be a very tall man, with all the grace and elegance of a swan. Walking over to the woman named Firelily, he looked down at her in amusement as she glared up at him.

Firelily was about 5’8’’, normal for a woman about 18. She had dark blue eyes and bright red-gold hair. However, this does not do her justice. Her eyes, the color of deep ocean, snapped and burned with inner fire, the fire of her spirit. Her flame-colored hair was rich and thick and went down to about mid-back. She was utterly beautiful, especially now, dressed all in black, with her black ribbon, black silk dress and black lace gloves. Even though she was dusty and dirty, her beauty could not be hidden.

“For the love of all that is holy, Kita, call me by my given name,” she snapped.

Kita arched one fine eyebrow. “I thought you didn’t like Adalyne?”

“I don’t,” Adalyne snapped again. She glanced behind Kita and saw the purple demon, dead or unconscious, she wasn’t sure. She turned her attention back to the tall Immortal before her. Finishing her sentence, she added, “I just hate it more when you call me ‘your’ Firelily. I am Adalyne Firelily, and I am nobody’s anything!”

At this, Kita threw his head back and laughed, long and heartily. Adalyne glared up at him. Eventually his merriment ceased, and instead he slid his long-fingered hand under her chin and murmured, with his eyes half-lidded but still amused, “You are most certainly my Firelily. Did I not give you the name?”

Adalyne jerked her chin out of his grasp, taking a step back, never ceasing her glare and retorted, “A name means nothing.”

“Oh, it doesn’t? Everyone knows you, Adalyne the Firelily. And it was I who gave you the title, my dear.”

Adalyne simply glared. Kita laughed again, but when he stopped, he said simply, smiling, “I see it’s still impossible to separate the fire from the lily.”

Adalyne, sensing he was done teasing her, quirked a corner of her mouth into a half-smile, the closest anybody had gotten her to actually smile. “And I see it’s still impossible to separate you from your flirtatious nature.”

Kita smiled. “Always and forever, my dear.”

Adalyne snorted. “Well, since you’ve already started, finish the job. Tie that demon up.”

Never halting his smile, Kita bowed and turned to his captive. Holding his hand up, he pinched air and pulled his hand down, making a sort of twine from his energy, which was white-goldish. He then knelt elegantly, and began to tie the demon up.

Adalyne snorted at his extravagance, then held her arm out with her hand dangling as if she held something dainty, like a handkerchief, and flicked her wrist away from her. A long rope of her energy spun out, and probably would have gone off forever into the distance, had Adalyne not flicked her wrist towards her slightly, bringing it back to her. Having collected her rope, she started tying the man before her up.

She was so into her work she didn’t notice Kita until he touched the skin her burned dress revealed.

“I see you’ve ruined another one,” he said softly, still with that amused glimmer that Adalyne had discovered was nearly impossible to get rid of.

“You make so many of them it doesn’t matter,” she growled.

Kita sighed theatrically. “I make so many because you constantly destroy them.”

Adalyne stood, glaring at him. Whenever Kita was around, she always seemed to be glaring at him. “That’s circular logic, and you don’t only make these dresses. You make ball dresses and every other kind of dress you can think of.”

Kita grinned. “That’s because I like making outfits, especially making ones for you.”

“No, you do it because you know it annoys me.”

Kita shrugged. “That too. But it’s so much fun. If you wouldn’t get so angry, I wouldn’t do it.”

Adalyne snorted. She dragged the man to the rock and propped him against the rock with the demon. When she turned around, Kita was holding a dress much like the one she was wearing currently, with all the petticoats and layers, except whole and dark blue. Adalyne noted that it too had ruffles, though no frills, and lace gloves. She took it, asking snippily, “You expect me to fight in this?”

Kita smiled and handed her the gloves and a fresh black ribbon. “You know as well as I that these clothes do very well for fighting. You hardly do any kicks. Please give me the black dress. I can wash it and remake it into another one.”

Adalyne gave him her coldest glare and headed off to find a stream to wash up in. Kita, still smiling, leaned against a tree, folding his arms.

The area of Adalyne’s fight was one where a dirt plain suddenly turned into a dense forest. Leanin against the tree, Kita could see for miles across the red-brown land. Nearby there was the large rock, but other than that, it was empty. Glancing up at the unnatural yellow sky, Kita picked under his fingernails until Adalyne returned, the black dress and gloves over one shoulder as she fumbled with hooks situated on her back.

Kita let her walk past, then halted her by clasping the shoulder the black dress was not on. Stepping a little closer, he began fastening them, giving a little smile at her black silk under-dress. When he finished, she had the gloves on and was reaching back to tie off her hair, but Kita took the ribbon from her and did that too. Done, he stepped back, and Adalyne turned to face him with a wry quirk to her mouth.

“You like dressing me up like a doll, don’t you?”

Kita gave her his most brilliant smile as her took the black dress from her. “I prefer calling it, ‘treating you like the lady you are’.”

“Were,” she corrected him. As one of her closest friends, he knew of her noble heritage. He also knew that she hated his pretend flirting more than anything, which is why he did it.

Brushing off her dress, Adalyne announced, “Well, I have to go.”

“Go where?” Kita wanted to know.

‘Off West, I hear there are demon rebellions there,” she answered over her shoulder.

“Wait.”

Adalyne stopped, turning halfway to face him. “What?”

Kita took a half-step forward. “I…have a bit of Foresight, as you know.”

The famous Firelily’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. She was pretty sure she knew where this was going. “Yes, I know.”

“Well, I recently had a vision. About you. The vision was that you wouldn’t come back from this little adventure.”

Now she was sure, but she couldn’t stop herself from saying, “I always come back.”

Kita smiled. “Yes, and Foresights are not always accurate. But just in case it is, I would like to give you a gift, so you won’t forget me.”

“What?” her traitorous mouth said. Her hands came up, anticipating what was coming next.

In two long strides, Kita closed the distance between them. One arm circled her waist while his other hand caught her chin and tilted it up. His mouth descended on hers for a quick kiss. Her hands were braced against his chest, with no effect.

“Oh, nothing really,” he said, grinning down at her as her anger mounted, “Just a goodbye kiss.”

“Damn you Kita!” she shouted, pushing herself out of Kita’s grasp. He was laughing.

“Have fun in the West, my little Firelily,” he said, before snapping his fingers and disappearing.

Adalyne, furious that the object of her rage was gone and probably laughing in his mansion, turned on her heel and strode off.

It was only two hours later, when she was resting, that she muttered, “Damn you Kita. I always come back.”

And that’s when she disappeared for 300 years.

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Well, here's my first ever original work posted where everyone can see. Enjoy this, and when I finish typing the second chapter, I'll put that up too.