Author's Note: Hello readers! asSweetAsSwirlix here and this is my first FanFiction! I'd like to inform you of a couple of things: first I've bumped up Jude's and Milla's ages to 18 and 23 respectively, second Derrick and Ellen are very OOC in this fic (I've tried to keep Milla and Jude IC, but I don't think it worked...), and finally I somewhat brought in a aspect of religion in here for comic relief in the next chapter (you can probably guess what happens). Don't worry though! I tried to minimize it, and I basically just called what they worship Maxwell, so that I don't disrespect anyone's religion (including my own).

Rated T for sexual themes and language.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from Tales of Xillia.

Part 1

Milla carefully unlocked the door to her apartment and silently took off her jacket and boots as she snuck her way into the living space that she shared with her boyfriend of six months. Her workload at the office that day was minimal, so she decided to return home early to spend more time with her lover.

She loved catching him off guard, so she tip-toed her way toward the first door that was branched off of the main room which was his bedroom. She pushed the door lightly, so that she would not alert him of her early arrival, and gazed inside. The blonde saw her black-haired companion sitting at his desk that was situated against the wall opposite the door. He was facing away from her; it was the perfect position for attacking.

'So unsuspecting,' Milla thought deviously. 'I love having dessert early.'

Like a tiger hunting its prey, she pounced on Jude and kissed the back of his neck. The young man was taken aback by the sudden act of affection. "Huh Milla?! Why are you-," before Jude could finish his sentence, Milla spun him around and kissed his lips hard.

Jude started to give in to the blonde's boldness until there was a loud clack that came from the floor. Jude shoved Milla away from his body abruptly and spoke into the fallen object, "No, nothing's wrong, Mom. Milla just came home early today."

Milla's heart dropped as the situation dawned on her. Jude was talking to his mother on the phone, and said mother probably believed that Milla was sexually abusing her son now.

For the entirety of their relationship, Milla has been trying to win over the affections of her partner's parents. Truthfully, it didn't matter to her if she gained their respect, but Jude always told her: "A relationship without any blessings will never last."

Milla sighed. The goal of gaining respect from her partner's parents, however, seemed impossible at this point. Not only is she five years Jude's senior, not only has he started living in her house instead of his parents', not only is it apparent that they are sexually active, but Jude's parents have associated Milla's image to that of a dog. While Derrick was not as verbal as his wife in expressing his hatred, Milla could tell that he thought she was lower than the scum on the bottom of his shoe. It would be an understatement to say that she was disliked by Jude's parents; despise, however, was a better word in this case.

The blonde was awaken from her reverie when she noticed Jude's hand waving in front of her face. "What's wrong? Did something happen at work?"

"No… Just I didn't know that you were on the phone with your mom when I jumped you. I'm sorry," she offered her contrite words with a soft voice and downcast eyes.

"Milla, it's okay! I don't mind. Just don't do that again. You'll give me a heart attack," Jude let out a nervous laugh, "Anyway, the reason why Mom called is because she wanted to invite us over for dinner on Friday."

Milla flinched at the thought of meeting that woman. Ellen always had a look of distaste plastered on her face whenever Milla came to visit her, "She probably only wants to meet with you… I'll just stay behind."

"What are you saying? Mom wants you to come over too! She specifically asked you to come you know?" Jude grabbed her hand as he futilely defended his mother.

"Yeah right. She looks at me like I'm a… bug…"

"She does not! Please won't you come? For me?" Jude asked in the most innocent voice he could muster. When Milla still did not look convinced he leaned in and kissed her lips sweetly.

When they broke apart, Milla tapped her chin with her finger and said, "Hmm… I'm still not sure. I think I need more convincing…"

The younger lover kissed the elder with more fervor as he led her to his bed and pushed her down on top of it. "You'll be beyond convinced by the time I'm through with you," Jude whispered into Milla's ear.

Milla shivered from anticipation as she snaked her hands up Jude's shirt. From there the young lovers proceeded with their night of love without a care for the impending doom awaiting them on Friday night.

The night air was cool and crisp when Milla and Jude reached the Mathis household. The sky was a marvelous shade of azure sprinkled with tiny globes of light. It framed the large building that was the Mathis estate. It was much too large for two people; even when Jude was living with them it was obvious that they still had the luxury of free space. The door opened to reveal a man with neatly combed back brown hair and thin-framed glasses. He had creases that were starting to set in his face; they looked like a set of parentheses around his lips.

"Dad! It's so good to see you!" Jude chirped.

"Jude, it's good to see you too. Welcome back," Derrick welcomed his son sincerely, and then he gave him a smile. He then looked over at Milla, checking her over once, then he settled his gaze onto Milla's large female glands. His smile growing slightly all the while.

Feeling exposed even though she was fully clothed, Milla crossed her arms in front of her and said politely, "Good evening, Doctor Mathis." She then narrowed her gaze and tightened her arms around her chest, "Does something catch you eye?"

Derrick mumbled a few words before he gathered his wits, "Not in particular. I was just looking at your… necklace…"

The blonde looked down at her attire and said, "But, I'm not wearing a neck-"

"Well, I shouldn't keep you two out here too long," the older man cut her off. "Come on in, Jude. You're mother has made your favorites!" Derrick placed his hand on Jude's shoulder and successfully distracted him with the names of his favorite dishes. Jude's father steered himself clear of being exposed on blatantly staring at Milla's breasts. He knew how perceptive Jude could be with these types of things.

Derrick then led his son toward the dining room with Milla in tow. When they passed the entrance of the home, they were faced with a large room that was dedicated to divinity that the Mathis family worshipped. The deity figure in the room was about 4 feet tall. Milla recalled that the figure was called 'Maxwell'. It was an elderly man in a modest style of dress. He had long white hair with a beard to match, and he was sitting cross-legged on a pedestal. The statue had intricate details; the paint job was done with much care and diligence from the artist. However, one can't help but feel bombarded by the smell of burning wax that was emanating from the candles that were placed next to Maxwell's feet.

"It's wonderful isn't it?" Jude whispered to Milla who didn't realize that she was staring at the statue for as long as she had, "Mom's obsessed with it. Every day, the moment she wakes up, she cleans and polishes this figure."

The blonde nodded, and they continued into the dining room. Derrick yelled loudly to inform his wife that their guests had arrived. Soon after, a black-haired woman with a delicate frame came into the dining room and locked eyes with Milla in a fierce stare down. The night had just started and there was already an ominous feeling passing over in Milla's head.

The three of them sat at the table with Milla and Jude on one side of the small table and Derrick and Ellen's empty seat on the other side. The silence was deafening, and the tension in the air was as thick as the soup Ellen was bringing to the dinner table.

Milla looked down at the soup that was placed on the table in front of her and was salivating at the sight.

Ellen caught the look on Milla's face, but she must have mistaken the expression for one of disgust rather than appreciation. "Is something wrong?" Ellen said with an innocent expression on her face, though the venom in her voice would put a Cobra to shame.

"No," the younger woman said firmly. She was considering praising the woman for making the good looking food, but then realized that she was not deserving of it.

"Then you can help yourself to the dishes," Ellen sat down in her chair and exhaled slowly through her nose as she started to relax into her chair. Her expression turned from frigid to warm when she looked at her pride and joy, which was her son. She smiled kindly and handed him one of the serving spoons she brought from the kitchen.

Milla looked at Jude for some support against his mother, but his attention was occupied by the dishes. He turned to Milla, pointed at the soup with the serving spoon, and gave her a wide smile as if to ask if she wanted some.

'Ugh… Why do you have to be so cute?' The blonde thought as she handed her bowl over to Jude so he could dish up her plate.

However, Milla's distress did not go unnoticed by Jude. Being perceptive to the hostile environment, he tried to spark up friendly conversation between his parents and his girlfriend, "Milla? Maybe you should talk about your promotion. I'm sure Mom and Dad would love to hear about that!"

Derrick, not for the first time in the evening, gave Milla his full attention, "Yes, tell us about your promotion."

Milla immediately brightened up as her job was one of her favorite topics to talk about, "Well, I guess you can't really call it a promotion. I'm still in the same position, but the pay is better!"

"That's useless," Ellen stated bluntly. She didn't pick up her gaze from filling her plate up with food while she uttered those hate filled words.

"Huh?" The blonde was flabbergasted.

"It doesn't matter how much money you make if you don't gain authority or respect from your bosses, that type of thing is useless." Ellen looked into Milla's red eyes and gave her yet another hard stare.

Milla gave in to the bait that Ellen was dangling above her head, "I'm proud about the work that I do, it's my duty to do it and to do it well. Nothing besides that matters." She forced to keep her voice powerful and steady so that the devilish black-haired woman would just shut up.

"Hmm," Ellen replied. Milla felt a surge of relief that she backed down, but felt on edge for a different reason when she saw Jude glaring at her. He obviously was not pleased with Milla's aggression towards his mother.

Eventually, the members of the dinner party fell silent as they directed their attentions to the food in front of them. Milla was trying to keep her levels of distress to a minimum when she felt something slide up her right shin. She looked to her right, and saw Jude eating his food peacefully. That's when it all clicked together in her head.

'Ho ho! Playing footsies are we? In front of your parents nonetheless. Not so innocent are you, Jude?' Milla thought to herself.

Jude, feeling someone's gaze on his face, turned to his girlfriend who was grinning like an idiot at him. He gave her a confused expression, wondering what came over her. Milla just nodded knowingly and giggled slightly to herself at her boyfriend's reluctance to admit his foot play.

Jude's foot continued its trail up Milla's leg getting closer to her thigh. Then, it stopped briefly at the sound of a spoon clattering on the floor. Ellen's spoon to be exact.

"Ah, Jude? I dropped my spoon on the floor. Could you be a dear and get me another?" Ellen said sweetly to her only son.

Jude nodded and fled towards the kitchen. Milla was admiring her boyfriend's obedience when the reality of the situation slapped her in the face. The foot was still continuing its movements towards her thigh.

'That's not Jude's foot…'

Milla looked under the table and trailed that vile appendage to the person that it was attached to. Like lightning she straightened her back, and locked eyes with Derrick Mathis who gave her a wink and a smug smirk.

'What. The. Fuck?!'