Shadow Demons
Authoress: Aisling Kaiba
Aisling: I'm baaaaaaaack!!!!!! WOOO!!! No, I'm not dead.
Yami: Damn it.
Seto: *Whacking Yami in the head with his briefcase of doom* Don't swear around my little brother!!!!!
Mokuba: *Innocently* Big brother, what does damn mean?
Aisling: Hahaha!!! KAWAII!!!! (Cute).
Seto: *Walks away shaking his head, muttering something about 'why him?'*
Aisling: Anyway, I'm back with another fic, which is the sequel to 'Confessions of Love'. Yeah, I know I said it was only a one-shot, but I changed my mind.
Yami: You always do. *Gives a world-weary sigh*
Aisling: Can you just be nice to me one time, Pharaoh?
(A/N: Anyone who's a fan of anime and has ever seen the show Yu-Gi-Oh, knows where I'm going with this.)
(Just then Malik and Ryou come in, Malik petting my hair like it's a cat's fur. Ryou is not looking happy about this.) *A/N: Again, you'd have to read my fics 'Losing Grip and 'A Yami's Guide to Driving Your Aibou Crazy*
Aisling: Can you please stop that, Malik? I'm not a cat, and besides, remember what happened last time?
Ryou: MALIK ISHTAR!!!!!!!!!!!!! *Pulling me away from Malik and glomping me* She's my angel-cat, not yours. So back off.
Aisling: Okay, like I said before, Ryou, you're scary when you're like this, but hey, I'm not complaining. Anywho, someone say the disclaimer for me.
Yugi: Aisling does not own Star Wars, George Lucas does, but anything original in this fic is hers.
Aisling: Exactly. In other words, oh rabid lawyers, I no own, so piss off, okay? And now, on with the fic, whilst I keep my two bishies from killing each other. Okay you 2, if you're going to fight over me, at least find a constructive way to do it instead of killing each other!! NO BLOOD-SHED!!!
*Warnings: Not really any spoilers, but there's some vampire action in this, so if that kind of thing squicks you, turn back now. I don't need someone flaming me b/c of that. If you don't like it, leave. Not to be rude, but I'm very touchy about my writing. Sorry. Also, a bit of choice language from Celestia. Pairings are Qui/Celestia.
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Chapter 1:
She was getting restless.
Celestia Vitaria and her Master, Qui-Gon Jinn, had been invited to a banquet to celebrate the success of their mission after five long months of heated arguments, hurled insults, debates, negotiations, and even a few attempts made on the Jedis' lives.
Celestia had stayed close to Qui-Gon most of the night, grateful for his presence. But after standing around for a few hours and politely greeting countless diplomats who insisted upon flocking like a herd of wild banthas to speak with the honored guests, she was starting to go just slightly stir-crazy now. Her politeness was becoming forced, her patience was wearing very thin, and it took every bit of her training and control to stop herself from pacing back and forth anxiously across the large, elaborately decorated chamber like a caged lioness.
Qui-Gon sensed her impatience as yet *another* annoying diplomat started to approach them. Her expression never once changed, but he saw her small shoulders tense. He rested his hand gently on her pale, slender arm, trying to calm her. She glanced over at him, startled.
//Celestia?// Qui-Gon sent to her.
/Yes, Master?/ she sent back.
//Are you all right?//
/Yes, I just seem to be a little restless right now, that's all./
//That's understandable. Why don't you sneak out to the balcony and get some fresh air? It'll do you some good. I'll take care of this one.//
/Thank you, Master./
He nodded and she turned and walked away as Prime Minister Kantoris approached him. Qui-Gon inclined his head in a slight bow.
"Master Jinn. I'd like to offer my sincere gratitude for what you and your apprentice have done for us," Kantoris said.
"It was our honor and duty," Qui-Gon replied.
Kantoris nodded. "Our world and our people have a future now that the war has ended." Then he let his mahogany gaze wander around the room for a moment before he turned back to Qui-Gon. "Where is your young Celestia? I haven't seen her leave your side all night," he added politely, almost as an afterthought.
"She merely stepped outside for some air. She was not feeling well," Qui-Gon answered.
"Ah, I see. I'm sorry to hear that," Kantoris replied.
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To Be Continued. I know, kind of an evil cliffie!! Sorry this chappie is so short. Vampire action in the next couple chapters, which will probably be up with this one, if things work out. Please R&R, but be kind, okay? This is one of my older stories, that I just recently dug out of the death trap that used to be the mess in my room. *Sigh* Any flames shall be used on the blonde sith brat, Anakin. *Sorry to those who like him, please don't get angry with me. My friend and I are really not fans of his. I mean, he's kinda kawaii in ep. 1, but he turns into an obnoxious brat in ep. 2. Damn him for betraying Obi-Wan.* Anyway, please R&R!!! Don't make me sic a drunk and horny Yoda on you. *Evil cat grin*
Ja Ne!!! ~*Aisling Kaiba*~
Authoress: Aisling Kaiba
Aisling: I'm baaaaaaaack!!!!!! WOOO!!! No, I'm not dead.
Yami: Damn it.
Seto: *Whacking Yami in the head with his briefcase of doom* Don't swear around my little brother!!!!!
Mokuba: *Innocently* Big brother, what does damn mean?
Aisling: Hahaha!!! KAWAII!!!! (Cute).
Seto: *Walks away shaking his head, muttering something about 'why him?'*
Aisling: Anyway, I'm back with another fic, which is the sequel to 'Confessions of Love'. Yeah, I know I said it was only a one-shot, but I changed my mind.
Yami: You always do. *Gives a world-weary sigh*
Aisling: Can you just be nice to me one time, Pharaoh?
(A/N: Anyone who's a fan of anime and has ever seen the show Yu-Gi-Oh, knows where I'm going with this.)
(Just then Malik and Ryou come in, Malik petting my hair like it's a cat's fur. Ryou is not looking happy about this.) *A/N: Again, you'd have to read my fics 'Losing Grip and 'A Yami's Guide to Driving Your Aibou Crazy*
Aisling: Can you please stop that, Malik? I'm not a cat, and besides, remember what happened last time?
Ryou: MALIK ISHTAR!!!!!!!!!!!!! *Pulling me away from Malik and glomping me* She's my angel-cat, not yours. So back off.
Aisling: Okay, like I said before, Ryou, you're scary when you're like this, but hey, I'm not complaining. Anywho, someone say the disclaimer for me.
Yugi: Aisling does not own Star Wars, George Lucas does, but anything original in this fic is hers.
Aisling: Exactly. In other words, oh rabid lawyers, I no own, so piss off, okay? And now, on with the fic, whilst I keep my two bishies from killing each other. Okay you 2, if you're going to fight over me, at least find a constructive way to do it instead of killing each other!! NO BLOOD-SHED!!!
*Warnings: Not really any spoilers, but there's some vampire action in this, so if that kind of thing squicks you, turn back now. I don't need someone flaming me b/c of that. If you don't like it, leave. Not to be rude, but I'm very touchy about my writing. Sorry. Also, a bit of choice language from Celestia. Pairings are Qui/Celestia.
*********************************************
Chapter 1:
She was getting restless.
Celestia Vitaria and her Master, Qui-Gon Jinn, had been invited to a banquet to celebrate the success of their mission after five long months of heated arguments, hurled insults, debates, negotiations, and even a few attempts made on the Jedis' lives.
Celestia had stayed close to Qui-Gon most of the night, grateful for his presence. But after standing around for a few hours and politely greeting countless diplomats who insisted upon flocking like a herd of wild banthas to speak with the honored guests, she was starting to go just slightly stir-crazy now. Her politeness was becoming forced, her patience was wearing very thin, and it took every bit of her training and control to stop herself from pacing back and forth anxiously across the large, elaborately decorated chamber like a caged lioness.
Qui-Gon sensed her impatience as yet *another* annoying diplomat started to approach them. Her expression never once changed, but he saw her small shoulders tense. He rested his hand gently on her pale, slender arm, trying to calm her. She glanced over at him, startled.
//Celestia?// Qui-Gon sent to her.
/Yes, Master?/ she sent back.
//Are you all right?//
/Yes, I just seem to be a little restless right now, that's all./
//That's understandable. Why don't you sneak out to the balcony and get some fresh air? It'll do you some good. I'll take care of this one.//
/Thank you, Master./
He nodded and she turned and walked away as Prime Minister Kantoris approached him. Qui-Gon inclined his head in a slight bow.
"Master Jinn. I'd like to offer my sincere gratitude for what you and your apprentice have done for us," Kantoris said.
"It was our honor and duty," Qui-Gon replied.
Kantoris nodded. "Our world and our people have a future now that the war has ended." Then he let his mahogany gaze wander around the room for a moment before he turned back to Qui-Gon. "Where is your young Celestia? I haven't seen her leave your side all night," he added politely, almost as an afterthought.
"She merely stepped outside for some air. She was not feeling well," Qui-Gon answered.
"Ah, I see. I'm sorry to hear that," Kantoris replied.
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To Be Continued. I know, kind of an evil cliffie!! Sorry this chappie is so short. Vampire action in the next couple chapters, which will probably be up with this one, if things work out. Please R&R, but be kind, okay? This is one of my older stories, that I just recently dug out of the death trap that used to be the mess in my room. *Sigh* Any flames shall be used on the blonde sith brat, Anakin. *Sorry to those who like him, please don't get angry with me. My friend and I are really not fans of his. I mean, he's kinda kawaii in ep. 1, but he turns into an obnoxious brat in ep. 2. Damn him for betraying Obi-Wan.* Anyway, please R&R!!! Don't make me sic a drunk and horny Yoda on you. *Evil cat grin*
Ja Ne!!! ~*Aisling Kaiba*~