If...Only If
Milo Thatch cynically flipped through the pages of the Journal for what seemed the one-millionth time, which it may have well been. His neck had a terrible crick and his back was stiff from leaning over to read. His eyes were tired and heavy and he felt completely drained. He had been keeping his eyes on the pages of the Journal ever since everything had settled down and he had taken care of all necessary business. Of course, he was the new ruler.
But, unfortunately, he was the only one who knew that.
Besides that, he and Kida, despite the hand-holding and looks of lust, they had sunk back into a depressing friendship. Of course, they were still great friends, but when you're a young male and you're best friend is the most gorgeous, radiant woman you've ever seen AND all she wears is a skinny bathing suit way ahead of 1914 style bathing suits, well, it can be a bit depressing sometimes. But Milo was all right with it. Well, mostly all right with it. At least she didn't hate him, right?
"Still looking, I see. Don't you ever get tired of reading the same thing?"
"Of course." Milo didn't even have to look up, he could read that voice any day, "It's my job, Kida."
"It WAS your job. Now your job is to loosen up and have some fun. Come on, let's go swimming."
"I'd love to," and he really would have, "But I have to finish this chapter."
"Why do you read it over and over again?"
"Because…" he looked up at her, "I want Atlantis to be the best. I want it to be-"
"Perfect, which it already is. I don't think the entire city will go to ruins if you go with me just to swim."
"Kida…"
"Okay, we'll wade."
Milo rolled his eyes.
"A walk?"
"No."
"Around the palace?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
She ran a hand along his cheek, "Pu-leeze?"
"Okay. Sounds good."
They didn't take a walk, however. She talked him into a swim. Actually, all she did was rub his side accidentally when asking, but it worked.
They played around, dunking each other and such, when Kida went under for a really long time.
"Kida? Kida? What are you doing? Kida?"
Finally, she popped back up, holding something covered in algae in her hand.
"I have something for you…"
"What is it?" he smiled as she pulled his hand up and placed whatever it was in it.
He dug the algae off with his fingernails, "It's a key."
"I know. Come on. I will show you where it leads."
So, they got out, Milo pulled his pants and shirt on quickly and ran after Kida, as she was much faster than him.
She ran back to the palace, grabbed his hand and led him down some stairs. She smiled the entire way, as if she had a very good secret that she didn't want to expose to anyone but him.
Soon the light faded and only every so often would a torch be placed here or there. But after that, even the torches were not seen. They had plunged into complete darkness and Milo's only hope was to keep holding Kida's hand.
Then she opened a door and light spilled all over her and Milo and the small room. It held only three things: a lantern, a table and a box on the table.
"Where are we?" Milo questioned.
"Far below the city. Come, open the box. I found it only a few days ago."
"Uh…what is it?"
"You're the explorer. Why don't you find out yourself?"
"Well, I…" but as he saw her put her hands on her hips and smile at him, he stopped babbling and nodded.
He went over and slowly took the lid off the box. It held one piece of paper, folded in two. He squinted back at Kida, who showed with a hand wave for him to keep looking. He looked back and picked up the paper and unfolded it. He gasped. Kida smiled.
"It's the…it's the…the…how did you-I can't believe-wow!" his face hurt he was smiling so hard; he blurted out, "It's the missing page!!"
"I know!" she smiled as she saw how happy he was.
"I-I could kiss you! But I won't because I…I wouldn't do that. But wow! How did you ever-I can't believe this!" he smiled and hugged her, picking her up off the ground by a few inches in the process.
She laughed as he put her back down, "Now you have something new to read."
"Yes, yes I do. But right now…I couldn't…you and I…we need to walk or-or something. How can I thank you?"
"You just did. And don't worry about it."
"Really?"
"Yes, go ahead and read."
He cheered like a little kid at Christmas. He eagerly sat on the table and read it over and over and over until he was content for the time being. Kida sat beside him, looking at the words she couldn't read.
"What does it say?"
"All kinds of things!" then he looked up at her, "Here…I'll show you something." He turned the paper over, took out his trusty pen and wrote K-I-D-A in Atlantean. Then he handed it to her.
She stared at it blankly, "What is it?"
"It's your name! Kida."
She smiled, "My name?"
"Yes."
"You mean…you can spell things like my name?"
"Yes."
"Could you spell Milo?"
"Yes."
"How about baloney?"
"Yes, I can spell that." He smiled.
"Teach me." She commanded, grabbing his arm, "Teach me more."
"I will. Tomorrow. Today, we celebrate."
She smiled, "Let's go back up stairs."
"Yes; it's cold down here."
They did, but when they reached the palace's main floor, they saw that someone was waiting for them, and it wasn't good news.
A/N: Yes, I know it hasn't really picked up much yet, but it will. The person is not who you think it is and it seems impossible they would show up. Trust me, it gets better. Please tell me if I should continue. And yes, I don't own anything. :)
Milo Thatch cynically flipped through the pages of the Journal for what seemed the one-millionth time, which it may have well been. His neck had a terrible crick and his back was stiff from leaning over to read. His eyes were tired and heavy and he felt completely drained. He had been keeping his eyes on the pages of the Journal ever since everything had settled down and he had taken care of all necessary business. Of course, he was the new ruler.
But, unfortunately, he was the only one who knew that.
Besides that, he and Kida, despite the hand-holding and looks of lust, they had sunk back into a depressing friendship. Of course, they were still great friends, but when you're a young male and you're best friend is the most gorgeous, radiant woman you've ever seen AND all she wears is a skinny bathing suit way ahead of 1914 style bathing suits, well, it can be a bit depressing sometimes. But Milo was all right with it. Well, mostly all right with it. At least she didn't hate him, right?
"Still looking, I see. Don't you ever get tired of reading the same thing?"
"Of course." Milo didn't even have to look up, he could read that voice any day, "It's my job, Kida."
"It WAS your job. Now your job is to loosen up and have some fun. Come on, let's go swimming."
"I'd love to," and he really would have, "But I have to finish this chapter."
"Why do you read it over and over again?"
"Because…" he looked up at her, "I want Atlantis to be the best. I want it to be-"
"Perfect, which it already is. I don't think the entire city will go to ruins if you go with me just to swim."
"Kida…"
"Okay, we'll wade."
Milo rolled his eyes.
"A walk?"
"No."
"Around the palace?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
She ran a hand along his cheek, "Pu-leeze?"
"Okay. Sounds good."
They didn't take a walk, however. She talked him into a swim. Actually, all she did was rub his side accidentally when asking, but it worked.
They played around, dunking each other and such, when Kida went under for a really long time.
"Kida? Kida? What are you doing? Kida?"
Finally, she popped back up, holding something covered in algae in her hand.
"I have something for you…"
"What is it?" he smiled as she pulled his hand up and placed whatever it was in it.
He dug the algae off with his fingernails, "It's a key."
"I know. Come on. I will show you where it leads."
So, they got out, Milo pulled his pants and shirt on quickly and ran after Kida, as she was much faster than him.
She ran back to the palace, grabbed his hand and led him down some stairs. She smiled the entire way, as if she had a very good secret that she didn't want to expose to anyone but him.
Soon the light faded and only every so often would a torch be placed here or there. But after that, even the torches were not seen. They had plunged into complete darkness and Milo's only hope was to keep holding Kida's hand.
Then she opened a door and light spilled all over her and Milo and the small room. It held only three things: a lantern, a table and a box on the table.
"Where are we?" Milo questioned.
"Far below the city. Come, open the box. I found it only a few days ago."
"Uh…what is it?"
"You're the explorer. Why don't you find out yourself?"
"Well, I…" but as he saw her put her hands on her hips and smile at him, he stopped babbling and nodded.
He went over and slowly took the lid off the box. It held one piece of paper, folded in two. He squinted back at Kida, who showed with a hand wave for him to keep looking. He looked back and picked up the paper and unfolded it. He gasped. Kida smiled.
"It's the…it's the…the…how did you-I can't believe-wow!" his face hurt he was smiling so hard; he blurted out, "It's the missing page!!"
"I know!" she smiled as she saw how happy he was.
"I-I could kiss you! But I won't because I…I wouldn't do that. But wow! How did you ever-I can't believe this!" he smiled and hugged her, picking her up off the ground by a few inches in the process.
She laughed as he put her back down, "Now you have something new to read."
"Yes, yes I do. But right now…I couldn't…you and I…we need to walk or-or something. How can I thank you?"
"You just did. And don't worry about it."
"Really?"
"Yes, go ahead and read."
He cheered like a little kid at Christmas. He eagerly sat on the table and read it over and over and over until he was content for the time being. Kida sat beside him, looking at the words she couldn't read.
"What does it say?"
"All kinds of things!" then he looked up at her, "Here…I'll show you something." He turned the paper over, took out his trusty pen and wrote K-I-D-A in Atlantean. Then he handed it to her.
She stared at it blankly, "What is it?"
"It's your name! Kida."
She smiled, "My name?"
"Yes."
"You mean…you can spell things like my name?"
"Yes."
"Could you spell Milo?"
"Yes."
"How about baloney?"
"Yes, I can spell that." He smiled.
"Teach me." She commanded, grabbing his arm, "Teach me more."
"I will. Tomorrow. Today, we celebrate."
She smiled, "Let's go back up stairs."
"Yes; it's cold down here."
They did, but when they reached the palace's main floor, they saw that someone was waiting for them, and it wasn't good news.
A/N: Yes, I know it hasn't really picked up much yet, but it will. The person is not who you think it is and it seems impossible they would show up. Trust me, it gets better. Please tell me if I should continue. And yes, I don't own anything. :)