Be kind it's my first D.K. fic and I wrote it during my science class
because I was bored. It's extremely short *shrugs* please do review
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You're sleeping that's good; you're breathing gods that even better. You're in your land of dreams probably slaying demons. But I can't even shut my eyes without worrying something's happened to you. You know it's strange how... innocent you look as you sleep, slightly childish too. Both things I never thought to see on your face. I freeze as you grimace and murmur in your sleep. I think you said, "I hate you." Who do you hate Rath Illuser? From what I've seen you loathe anyone who gets close to you, anyone who knows all of your many secrets.
What would you think to know I did this? Maybe hold another sword to my neck. I laugh inwardly reliving our first meeting in the castle. You've changed so much since then and you seem to be completely different person from the smiling knight I met in the Misty Valley. I fight the urge to shake you awake and demand to know what happened. But I don't because I know it's hard to get you to sleep again, our time traveling together has so far at least taught me that. I'm just happy you're sleeping and peaceful and –for once- not bleeding anywhere. I yawn, watching you these past nights and then trying not to snooze off in the day has really got me tired.
"You really should sleep instead of stalking me" Your bright eyes glitter in the dark as you watch me from the hotel bed. How can I tell you I've been doing this since you woke up a few nights ago with a blood-curdling scream that woke half of Dusis and didn't remember a thing the next morning? You make an irritated sound
"I can't figure out which is worse being on the road with you or living at the castle, someone is always watching me"
"They watch you because they care but it's not so sweet in my case you brat. In my case I'm just keeping my word" I correct
You snort and continue to stare at me in silence. I squirm and ask "Why do you hate them?"
You smile wryly "Because I can"
"They worry about you"
"They worry of what I'm capable of doing"
"And what is that?"
You shrug and turns your back to me "Just leave me be for a night" you say sounding surprisingly tired.
With your back like that you look exactly like Zoma when I would tuck him in to sleep. I take a deep breath and step toward the bed. Like a mother a cover you with a blanket and whisper "Good night then Rath Illuser"
You inhale sharply and I hear your ragged breaths as I quickly back out of the room.
I close the door and sink onto the ground, enraged. I don't know why I worry about you... no that's a lie because I do know why. I care about you Rath, and I don't want you to die, and I don't care I don't know exactly who the hell you are or if we argue every step of the way to finding the wind staff. I don't care about all that because...
The slam of a door wakes me, my eyes blink open in time to see a blur of dark hair and clothes disappear down the hallway of the boarding house. I pull the blanket up to my chest- wait I didn't get a blanket last night. I see a note crumpled on top of it.
Cesia,
I figured out which is worse and you won: they never chase me when I go out demon hunting.
p.s. as you have probably guessed I am in fact going demon hunting... have fun trying to guess where
With feelings of both happiness and rage I get up and follow you.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You're sleeping that's good; you're breathing gods that even better. You're in your land of dreams probably slaying demons. But I can't even shut my eyes without worrying something's happened to you. You know it's strange how... innocent you look as you sleep, slightly childish too. Both things I never thought to see on your face. I freeze as you grimace and murmur in your sleep. I think you said, "I hate you." Who do you hate Rath Illuser? From what I've seen you loathe anyone who gets close to you, anyone who knows all of your many secrets.
What would you think to know I did this? Maybe hold another sword to my neck. I laugh inwardly reliving our first meeting in the castle. You've changed so much since then and you seem to be completely different person from the smiling knight I met in the Misty Valley. I fight the urge to shake you awake and demand to know what happened. But I don't because I know it's hard to get you to sleep again, our time traveling together has so far at least taught me that. I'm just happy you're sleeping and peaceful and –for once- not bleeding anywhere. I yawn, watching you these past nights and then trying not to snooze off in the day has really got me tired.
"You really should sleep instead of stalking me" Your bright eyes glitter in the dark as you watch me from the hotel bed. How can I tell you I've been doing this since you woke up a few nights ago with a blood-curdling scream that woke half of Dusis and didn't remember a thing the next morning? You make an irritated sound
"I can't figure out which is worse being on the road with you or living at the castle, someone is always watching me"
"They watch you because they care but it's not so sweet in my case you brat. In my case I'm just keeping my word" I correct
You snort and continue to stare at me in silence. I squirm and ask "Why do you hate them?"
You smile wryly "Because I can"
"They worry about you"
"They worry of what I'm capable of doing"
"And what is that?"
You shrug and turns your back to me "Just leave me be for a night" you say sounding surprisingly tired.
With your back like that you look exactly like Zoma when I would tuck him in to sleep. I take a deep breath and step toward the bed. Like a mother a cover you with a blanket and whisper "Good night then Rath Illuser"
You inhale sharply and I hear your ragged breaths as I quickly back out of the room.
I close the door and sink onto the ground, enraged. I don't know why I worry about you... no that's a lie because I do know why. I care about you Rath, and I don't want you to die, and I don't care I don't know exactly who the hell you are or if we argue every step of the way to finding the wind staff. I don't care about all that because...
The slam of a door wakes me, my eyes blink open in time to see a blur of dark hair and clothes disappear down the hallway of the boarding house. I pull the blanket up to my chest- wait I didn't get a blanket last night. I see a note crumpled on top of it.
Cesia,
I figured out which is worse and you won: they never chase me when I go out demon hunting.
p.s. as you have probably guessed I am in fact going demon hunting... have fun trying to guess where
With feelings of both happiness and rage I get up and follow you.