The Search

The Idea

Lana walked next to her husband, carrying their young son. Ghirahim had thrown a party earlier that day to celebrate the young boy's third birthday. Volga came up with the idea of Tyler's party and soon, Ghirahim and Volga got to work. It was a lovely October day, perfect weather as it was a mix between warm and cool. Volga yawning gained her attention as they were nearly home. She took his house key from him, knowing when he is exhausted he forgets about the key. She unlocked the front door and pushed it open, seeing her lover take his shoes off in front of the closet door. He was cute to see when tired, his pale eyes growing heavy as every minute pass, the slight stench of chlorine on him thanks to Ghirahim. The poor male could barely swim with a fear of water. The fear worsen through the War, him not wanting to talk about it.

She took her boots off and place his keyring on the table next to the closet, closing the door. She watch him go over to the couch, yawning more. "God...dammit I'm exhausted," he chuckled. Lana smiled softly, taking her son into her arms. 

"I'll take him up, you go get ready for bed." she told him, Volga instantly getting to his feet. He didn't pull his jacket off yet, bothering her a little. She wasn't use to seeing him wear those kind of jackets. The look on her face made him rip it right off, her giggling. She could see the muscles under the red long sleeve, giggling more as he blushed. She watch him run upstairs, seeing him go across to their bedroom. Lana rolled her purple eyes and walked upstairs, heading to her son's bedroom. She opened the door and groaned when she saw a mess on the floor. The sorceress laid him on the bed as she was tired to clean it up herself, using a spell to do the mess for her. Perks of being a sorceress. She tucked him into bed after removing his shoes, letting him sleep. A kiss on the forehead and on the cheek then the nightlight on. Her son didn't react to the kisses, knowing he must be in a deep slumber. She closed the door behind her and walked to her and Volga's bedroom.

When she walked in, he was buttoning his pajama top up. His hair was brushed down and earrings were out, him turning around. He went over and wrapped his arms around her waist, deeply kissing her. "Lana," he whispered as she knew what he wanted. It was obvious to her, being married to him since the end of the War. 

"Not tonight, tomorrow-"

"Lana you know this." he pouted as she buttoned his shirt down, looking at his scars. "Not that-"

"Tomorrow night. I'm tired right now and I just want to cuddle. Don't be a white cis boy." she said as she went over to the dresser, opening it as she felt his hands around her stomach and his body pushing against her. "You yourself are tired. And still stench of chlorine."

He rolled his eyes playfully. "I'll shower in the morning dammit." he whispered in her ear, his hands exploring her. She whipped around and backhanded him. She had her limits and he has his. This time was over the limit and he knows it. She wasn't in the mood and she was tired from the party. "Ow-!"

"Go to bed." she growled and grabbed her pajamas, going into the master bathroom. Volga sat on the bed as the door closed, him buttoning his shirt again. He felt insecure about his scars for the longest time. He absentmindedly traced his fingers under the shirt and to his abdomen, hating himself. His old student left this on him. He could of stopped her but he was bonded and blindfolded, him unable to move or know what she had plan for him. He snapped out of it as he heard the door open, quickly buttoning his top up and laying in bed. 

"Where are your bottoms?" He heard his wife ask, him turning to face her. 

"I was about to get them on when you walked in." he grumbled and buried his face in the pillow. He heard her sigh a little and pinning him to the bed. Volga yelped in surprise as he wrestled under her, panicking a little. He watched her bind his hands to the bedpost, her kissing his neck. 

Panicked, he screamed as he broke free of the magic bindings, his left hand glowing as the Triforce of Power was active. He watched his wife being sent off the bed and into the TV, her falling to the floor and the monitor following. He didn't mean that to happen as he quickly got up and ran over, lifting it off her and onto the stand it was previous residing. Lana was crying as she felt him lift her up. "Lana, I'm so so sorry..." he whispered to her, close to tears. She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her head into the crook of his neck, crying softly. 

He felt horrible for this. He laid her on the bed and grabbed his maroon pajama bottoms, getting them on as he climbed back in bed, kissing her softly. Volga was closed to tears himself as Lana wrapped her arms around herself. He was shaking as he laid on his side, getting under the blanket. He felt Lana's arms soon wrap around his waist, her head in his back. "Lana-"

"Shush, it's alright," she whispered. "Get the lights for me?" He reached over and turned the lamp off, closing his eyes as he shifted to make himself comfortable. Lana soon laid on her side of the bed, hearing him fall right to sleep with his heavy breathing. She turned on her left side and gazed out the balcony door at the dark of the night. Lana closed her eyes and tried to sleep, only waking up after one in the morning. She sat right up in bed, breathing hard.

The memory of the battle in the Valley of Seers was bothering her. Cia was gone, she is dead. Lana felt her heart grow heavy as she shook her head. Cia can't be dead, she just can't. What if she is in hiding? She quickly shook Volga awake, hearing him groan and sit up.

"Hm?" he yawned and looked over at his shaking wife, her form looking blurry to him. He hated waking up like this as he wrapped his arms around her quickly. He tried calming her down as he heard something from her.

"I think Cia is alive," she whispered as he was alarmed. Cia attempted forcing herself onto him multiple times as he was under her command as general. Hearing her name being mentioned sent shivers down his spine. 

"R-really?" he ask as she nodded. He felt his eyes grow heavy and him falling back on the bed. Lana knew he passed out from exhaustion, or so she thought. It was another thing, memories coming back to him that he repressed. Lana laid down as she held him close, falling back to sleep. When he comes around, she will tell him they should search for her.

Morning soon came as Lana slept in from the early waking at one. She left her sleep when Volga was laying in bed, looking at her as he was ready for the day. She kissed his nose and got up. "Volga, about last night-"

"It's okay." he told her, kissing her. 

She laid her head on his shoulder after splitting from his lips. "I, want to go looking for Cia. I really think she is alive, she has to be." she said as he closed his eyes. "Volga I understand you and her had a bad pas-"

"I'll help you look for her." he said. "I got some words to say to her." He saw her smile and hugged her. 

"Then, I guess we can start looking today."