A/N: Well. My first foray into the Young Wizards fandom. Woo! My goal here is to update every three days without fail. Hopefully it won't be up to you to keep me to that.

I'm writing this because I had a plot bunny, and because there aren't enough young wizards fics out there. As my friend said, if you can't find the fic you want, (or if there aren't enough versions of the fic you want) write your own! =D Enjoy.

Kissing Town

Chapter One: This is the Introduction.

No.

"Will you at least tell me why?" asked Kit. He'd been at this for over an hour, and had made absolutely zero progress.

No.

He closed his eyes in frustration. "Come on, just tell me. If you can convince me that you've got a good reason, I promise I'll let it drop." There was no response, and after a moment, Kit opened his eyes to see Florinda contemplating his proposal in silence. He didn't rush a response; debates were all about patience. Life was all about patience, as far as he could see.

Finally, he got an answer. I don't like him, Florinda said.

Kit nearly rolled his eyes, but he knew that it wouldn't help his argument. "You two grew up together! I used to hear you out here chattering together all the time!" he said. "How can you suddenly not like him?"

If she had shoulders, she would have shrugged. He's nice enough, but he isn't... she trailed off.

"Isn't what?" Kit prompted quietly, after waiting to make sure she wouldn't finish on her own accord.

An awkward silence. Then, ...pretty.

After a brief moment of concentrating very hard on not choking on his repressed laughter, Kit considered her point of view. If it was this big an issue for her, she must be coming from somewhere, he figured.

Florinda was a young rose in his mother's garden, barely older than a bud, who'd been putting up a racket the last couple of days. Something about her neighbor and peer Eduardo, and how the bees weren't listening to her. Things had finally gotten so bad that the bush called Kit in to mediate.

She didn't want to have Eduardo's babies, she said, and the bees just went right on pollinating her.

On one hand, he could see why she wanted all her babies to be pretty. In the flower world, beauty is a very important quality. But on the other hand, Eduardo looked almost exactly the same as Florinda, to Kit's untrained eye. Plus, the bees were giving her all sorts of pollen from random other flowers that she'd never even seen before, and she wasn't complaining about them.

Flowers didn't usually complain about this sort of thing to begin with. In fact, they usually didn't say much beyond grow grow grow or occasionally bloom bloom bloom as far as Kit had noticed.

"Florinda..." he began, trying to formulate an adequate response, "you are beautiful. Your babies will have half of your genes, they'll look just fine even if Eduardo does bring them down a notch." He didn't even bother trying to convince her that Eduardo was just as pretty as she was. "And you'll have plenty of other babies, the most beautiful in the garden, and his appearance probably has more to do with his position on the bush, and..." Here, he ran out of arguments.

Fortunately, a voice finished his sentence seconds after he trailed off with a declaration of ...and I love you! The voice belonged to Eduardo, who grew on the same bush about six inches away. He'd been trying desperately not to listen to their conversation but had failed miserably because of his proximity and because the subject matter was particularly difficult for him to ignore.

Kit raised his eyebrows. He hadn't realized flowers could feel love. Nita probably could have told him that though, if he'd asked. She was the one who usually specialized in flora relationships.

Florinda would have blushed if she were human. Instead, she showed her embarrassed pleasure with a nervous giggle. Kit didn't get a chance to hear her response, because Carmela took that moment to come bursting out of the house in a panic.

"Kit, I was just watching TV," she said, "and I think Filif is in trouble or something..."

Kit quickly stood up from where he was kneeling by the rosebush and said, "What? Why, what happened?"

"There was this sudden interruption in the channel I was watching... something about this planet being taken over by... a love spell? They interviewed some people, and Filif must have been visiting or something, and..."

Kit stopped her. "Are you sure it was him," he asked, traces of condescension in his voice, "not some other sentient tree?" He wished she'd learn that aliens didn't just "visit" other planets on a regular basis, and that different planets had all sorts of life, sometimes life very similar to that on other different planets.

Carmela nodded vigorously, unfazed by her brother's superiority complex. "I'd know those cute little berries anywhere," she said. "It was him."

Still doubtful, he asked, "What planet? Maybe I'll pop over there and check it out this weekend, if you're so worried." He also wished she'd learn that it wasn't up to him to solve every problem in the universe; only some of them. And that Filif could probably take care of himself just fine, if it even was him. Or better yet, that she'd learn to just leave the wizardry to him and mind her own business.

"Would you, Kit? I would go myself, but you know..." Carmela grimaced, and Kit thanked the Powers once again that she was bothering him about it instead of going herself. "I think they said Raw-oh...ka...nu? It's a planet close to Demisiv."

That finally caught Kit's attention. "Demisiv. That's where Filif is from, it does make sense that one of his people would make their way over to... Raw Canoe, or whatever the actual name of the planet may be." Here he shot his sister another condescending look. "I'll talk to Nita."

Carmela grinned. "You have no faith in me," she scolded. Then, "How's it coming with those plants?"

Kit glanced at the rosebush. The two flowers in question were chattering together just as they used to, and he gave Florinda a pat on the blossom. "They're fine," he said. "Relationship trouble, but it looks like they got over themselves."

A snort from the girl. "If only you could solve your own," she said.

He looked at her sharply. "What do you mean by that?" he snapped.

She suddenly became very interested in her hair, twisting a strand of it into a careful ringlet around her finger. "Nothing," she said, radiating unconvincing innocence.

He grunted, but decided not to push the matter. Instead, he retreated into his mind. Neets? he said silently.

Yeah? Her voice echoed through his head, loud as it would be if she were standing right next to him, and as at home in his brain as his own thoughts.

He headed toward the house, leaving his sister studying the rosebush, probably trying to pick up some relationship tips or something. He laughed quietly to himself.

Kit?

Sorry, 'Mela's getting boy tips from the plants, he said. Or, she's trying to anyway. He heard Nita chuckle, half a block away in her own house, and then forward the news to whoever she was with. Probably Dairine, he thought to himself, and when he heard her laughter echoing in the background he knew he was right.

Finally Nita came back to him. So what's up? she asked. I assume that's not all you wanted to say...

No, said Kit, I think we've got a new project.

A/N: So it's not my best writing, but I rather like the idea I've got going so it's not a total loss. Maybe it's the slightly different style of humor than my usual stuff, or the basic third person, or... I dunno. But I like the idea! I like the idea! So... yeah. The whole thing will probably be on the short side for a chaptered fic, maybe eight chapters total. Ten thousand words?

For those of you who have seen The Tenth Kingdom, you may be interested to know that Rhaokani will be based loosely off of a certain town from that series. If you haven't seen it, don't worry about it. You won't miss out on anything by being uninformed. I own neither that show nor Diane Duane's lovely series, obviously, and I'm only gonna say that once because it should be a given, considering the site I'm posting on. As should that request about reviewing that I won't mention at all. I mean... oops. =D

... Wow. I also promise shorter author's notes in the future.