Well met everyone! It has come to my attention that for the life of me, I have not advanced my little piece de resistance, aka, this fanfiction. So...! Without further adeu... Da dadada!

I am updating, and you can expect another few chapters in a very short amount of time so yay! My writer's block is over! Everyone may huzzah me...!

And worship me as their demigod... I kid.

No I don't... Bow to me naives! (Wears crown to big for his head, falls onto neck. Trips, spikes on crown impale author...)

I just died. Oh well... Good thing I did all this in advance huh? .

So now then... Let's get the formalitites out of the way and get this show on the road!

Disclaimer: Me no own Cloud of the Dark variety.

Claimer: I owneth the characters and story concept within. Take that big corporate lawyers!

Funness: Thank you all for reading! Especially...

well... Everyone! Thanks!

"Tyme!" I dove, ignoring the danger around me with reckless abandon. She was falling, the ground around her collapsing. I had to make it in time.

I need to make it in time!

I stormed towards her, my legs pumping with a scary speed I've never known before. Tyme's eyes locked onto mine. I could see them, could see her. The glimmer of hope she had, and the sureness she held. I knew that she was giving her life to me. She was certain that I would save her. Certain that I would get to her in time. Certain that I could prevent her death. That I, for even just a moment, could be her Simba, her god. And I believed it too.

A roar erupted from above and fireballs reigned down around me. I dodged with quick ease. The ground quaked and broke, but I held fast, moving from space to space, my eyes never leaving hers. Heat surrounded one of my legs, but I ignored it and pressed on. A few more steps and I would be there. And I WILL SAVE HER!

You can't save her. She's doomed to die. And you'll let her. Because you know that she's nothing to you...

Shut up!

YOU CAN'T SAVE HER! SHE'S DOOMED! THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU GET IN TOO DEEP!

SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!

SHE WILL DIE! YOU CANNOT CHANGE THIS! LEAVE HER TO SUFFER! THIS IS DESTINY!

"FUCK MY DESTINY!" I thrust my sword into the edge of the floor as I jumped. I threw my body at Tyme. Her eyes held tears in them, ones I hoped were of happiness. I reached my hand out to her, and she reached for mine.

Connection.

At the last moment i reached for the blade of my sword jutting out of the edge. I caught it, with painful consequences. I could already feel the blood trickling down my arm as the pain in my hand seared. Tyme looked up at me. I caught her glance for a moment. She began to climb steadily up my body, careful not to shift the balance of the weight against my blade too much or it would break. Tyme's body pressed against mine in a gentle embrace as she went, her face level with mine. Her ember eyes studied me carefully, just as mine studied hers. They held a smile deep inside. I wondered why, but before I could fully, lips met mine.

My strength left me for a moment as my body focused all of its concentration on what was happening. Tyme's lips were soft, gentle, caressing mine, with a hint of gentle teasing. Mine felt rough, but kind, strong. It seemed that one complimented the other. I would look back on this later with a great happiness.

"Tyme, come on. We need to get up." I said through her lips. Tyme nodded, the flushed look on her face mimicked my own. She went on her way gracefully and with no trouble. The extra weight of her body was soon gone, and I began my climb back up to her. I could hear the bellows of the ancient beast Dran above me, but I was too focused on getting to solid ground to care. Pain ran its course throughout my body from my hand as I shifted my weight to it as I climbed. Before long I was back on solid ground, hands around the hilt of my blade.

"That... (huff)... was... (wheeze)... quite difficult master..." Tyme said through gasps of breath. She dared not look at her Forever though. Articles of clothing were ripped to shreds from fire damage or claw swipes from Dran. Forever's poncho lay in tattered ruins on the floor a little ways away from them, burning softly. Her own was almost falling off, if it weren't for Forever's quick thinking and excellent threading abilities. Though Forever already commented on how he would need to mend it at home, Tyme got the feeling that her master was a little down.

Istood near my burning poncho, struggling and winning in an effort to hold back the tears that were threatening to come down. I've had that ponch ever since I was born, put together by a father I could barely remember anymore. It was large at first, I remembered being covered in it like a blanket at night as a baby, and always finding comfort in its softness and its feel of warm, tender love. The second creation of love from my parents, the first being, of course, me, Forever. As I grew older, I had grown out of it, but rather than throw it out like my mother wanted, (by then, father was gone) I added layers to it, making it longer with each year to accommodate my growing stature. With each year came a different color.

And now it was gone... the only other momento I had now was that of the dagger my mother had given me when I was twelve. The last surprise from my father, I wasn't allowed to have it until the time was right, and Renee thought my twelfth birthday was time enough. The dagger I held in my hand was all I had left.

"Father... I'm sorry... I'm forgetting you... but I don't want to... I may be growing up, but I want to keep you around... Please, don't go from me yet." I pleaded quietly, my voice betraying myself as it trembled. Catlike paws wrapped themselves around my waist, and I couldn't help but smile.

"Master..."

"I'm okay Tyme... I will be. I have you, remember?" Just to make sure that she wouldn't worry, I turned to face her. My hand found the spot under her chin that she would basically die for me to pet. Immediately, the loud purrs rumbled gently from her throat, out her nose. It was somewhat arousing, though I would not admit that to her. I mean, what would she think? I can't do that to her.

"Oh yes forever... yes... yes..." Tyme purred, her body closing the distance between us, pressing itself against me, her skin brushing against mine through some of the holes in her top that occured from the fight against Dran. Her skin was soft, inviting, caressing. My other arms wrapped itself around her petite frame, closing the gap, my hand still scratching under her chin. I could feel her fully now, all of her. The heat coming from her body, the feeling of pleasure I was sure was coming from her as well.

"That feels so good Forever..."

"I'd better stop. You seem a little too into it Tyme." I forced a laugh, but inside I was nervous as hell. She was inticing something inside of me that i wasn't familiar with... something new... something not even Paige made me feel.

"Master, your face is all red... are you sick?" Tyme pointed out my blush, and I turned away and said quickly "I'm fine..." Immediately, fuzzy paws wrapped themselves around my waist and I could already feel her head nudging my back gently.

"That's good... I couldn't live without you..." I turned around. Had she actually said that? Tyme? MY Tyme? I swallowed hard, and looked into her eyes, her beautiful amber eyes.

"Tyme, do you realize what you're saying...?" I looked at her long and hard, her eyes were clouded in thought. I could almost see what she was thinking about before she blinked and brought her lips to mine...

I melted. Absolutely melted. The only working part of my body seemed to be my lips, which craddled hers in a tender embrace. My arms found their energy, and wrapped themsleves around hers firmly, pressing her body against mine. A gentle moan escaped her lips. I smiled between kissing her.

"I'm starving..." Tyme proclaimed as she sat on the rug of Old Gaffer's shop. I couldn't help but laugh, even if I was supposed to be concentrating. The new Windmill Slash was harder to master than I had intended, especially since putting what I've read on the scroll and doing what it says is harder than it seemed. My body was covered in a light layer of sweat, my torso exposed to the weather. I have yet to make a new poncho, but for the time being, learning this seemed more important.

"We'll... eat... in... a bit." I told Tyme gently through breaths. I was feeling myself get closer to mastering this, but not now. I was too tired. I laughed as I let myself fall back into the grass of the backyard. Tyme tilted her head playfully in curious observation, and I patted the ground next to in confirmation. She sprinted on all fours to the spot and made herself comfortable, moving in a circle a few times before laying down. Her head nestled on my bare chest, I found a piece of wheat on the ground and plucked it. I lifted it into the air above Tyme's head, and animal instinct took over.

She was quick, on her hands and knees in seconds. Her eyes darted too and fro as I moved the piece of wheat from left to right mockingly. One hard darted for it, my hand moved swiftly out of the way. The next hand came around swiftly, and she caught a small piece of the wheat within her grasp. I had to be quicker. She tried again. Miss. And again. Missed twice. She was pawing it on the ground now, her playfulness and hunting instinct never leaving her. I moved it just out of her reach each time, her eyes darting to and fro, calculating, but fast, never missing a beat. Her determined purring never stopping.

Then she looked up at me, and I knew I had lost. Her lips grazed my cheek and my fingers became loose. The wheat fell from my hands, and Tyme swiped it in triumph. She beamed up at me proudly, victory hers. I stuck my tongue out in playful defiance. She smiled even brighter, then her attention fell back to her now captured prey. I looked up at the night sky, the two moons were beginning their dance across the valley. My thoughts trailed back to Dran and the legend of the Dark Genie. It had the power to control the King of Beasts... and still rain down destruction from the sky. I brought my left hand up, the Atlamillia glowing gently in the moonlight. Did I really have the power to defeat it? Would I die in the process? How could I defeat it? Was it even possible?

I sighed, and there was a shriek besides me, I turned my head just in time to see a large blur of furr smack itself into me. Tyme and I rolled a few feet away from the force of her impact. When I finally got control, Tyme was behind me, hissing mennacingly.

"It moved! Tried to attack me Forever!" Tyme proclaimed, her hissing continuing. I laughed. She got scared because the wind moved the wheat towards her. I kissed her cheek, and the hissing ceased. the blush on her face was priceless. I would hold that memory for a while.

"Let's get some food shall we?"

"Yes, master."

"So...?"

I nodded silently. My mother clapped her hands and smiled. "I knew you would like the new fish soup recipe!" Love was an understatement. The empty bowl which was about to be filled again, had already been filled four times before. I was reaching my filling point, but I couldn't stop. Neither could Tyme, who was already on her seventh bowl. I was beginning to wonder where we put it all when the bowl came back to me, filled to the brim. I could wait to wonder. Right now, heaven was about to hit my stomach.

The lanterns were turned off one by one. Darkness began its slow cosumption of the house, filling in where light used to be. I sat down on the edge of the bed as I took off my boots and pants.

"Forever...?" I stopped. A warm body brushed itself against my back affectionately. My body lit up, my cheeks turned red.

"T-Tyme?" I managed to stammer. She came into view then, her naked body moved in front of mine. "Tyme..." I tried to say more, but her finger touched my chest, silencing further sound.

"Does it hurt?" Tyme asked, her skin glowing in the moonlight. She looked like an angel, fragile, beautiful. I looked to where she was pointing. A scar ran itself up my pec and ended near my neck. I shook my head gently. That was an older wound, one I got from forgetting that there was more than just a Dasher in the room. A Master Jacket came from behind me as I was turning and I just barely managed to get out of the way from a near fatal strike.

"... Can I see them all?" I knew what she was really asking. I smiled shyly as I took of my underwear and laid down on the bed for her. The moonlight hit my skin from the window, and I watched as she crawled up to me onto the bed. She sat herself on my abdomen, just above my legs, the flushed look on my face growing more and more real with each passing moment. She wanted to see my body, all of it, and the stories it had to tell.

"Will you tell me about them... Forever?" I nodded, though I had no idea how I would tell her when speech was beyond me right now. I cleared my throat, and slowly began. Her fingertips grazed one scar, and I would explain where it came from. with each story came a new touch, each one becoming more and more affectionate than the one before. At the end of each story, Tyme would let her fingers graze the scar, before leaning down to lick it with her tongue. Waves of pleasure coursed themselves through me as her tongue passed through each scar. I understood the notion. When she licked, Tyme believed that she was helping to erase the scar, to help heal the wound. Still... I didn't want her to know about my arousal towards her actions...

"Tyme..." She laid herself down on me, her lips trailing kisses across my cheek and to my lips. I kissed her affectionately, understanding completely. She had planned this, know what the result of her actions would be, known what the act of what might occur would mean. Tyme's thighs grazed mine, and two certain areas touched. Tyme looked at me with a face of pleasure and embarrassment painted on it. I brushed the amber hair away from her face and smiled sweetly.

"You know what this means Tyme...?" I looked at her seriously, my hands found her naked hips.

"Yes... It will mean that I'm forever bonded to you through this act of... of..."

"Of love making Tyme, yes... are you sure you want to be forever bonded with me Tyme?"

"Yes, master. Forever bonded with my Forever."

"Until the end of my Tyme..." She moved, and I moved with her. As she laid herself onto her back, I moved and wrapped the blankets around us silently. I moved on top of her and she smiled shyly as she let her hand cup my cheek. I nodded, and I entered her.

And the bond between Forever and Tyme was formed...

Whoo! Completed! Golly gee it took forever for this one! Mostly due to writer's block...

,' He he he... Thanks a lot everyone for keeping me going and for all the encouragement and kind words.

Anyway, wow that was steamy... So much well, you know...

I loved the play on their name and the references between time and eternity (Forever). All intentional. Ha ha. Whoo!

So happy! Ha ha. Be prepared for the next chapter, hopefully coming soon... Sorry for the wait everyone and I hope this chapter was well worth its weight!

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