DISCLAIMER: Hey you can sue if you want but its not like I have any
money.Kel and Joren and Raoul and Buchard in fact all characters in this
belong to Tamora Pierce. (Damn it.not mine ::sad puppy dog face::)
The plot.well it's not entirely original, nothing ever is but I'm going to
take credit for it. (for now any way if it's crap I'll blame it on my good
twin) Also the character's may be slightly OOC.I'm not sure. They could be.
it *is* a K/J fic.
Tormentor of the Small: Hate Is Love
She followed the white-blonde figure around the corner. She knew that she shouldn't, was warned not to, but she wasn't going to challenge him. She just wanted to looked into the sapphire blue eyes of the morally bankrupt bastard that paid other men to do his dirty work.
"Joren," she said his name, it felt bitter in her mouth. She despised this pathetic creature that was classified as a man.
He turned, blue eyes cold as glaciers as he recognised her. She was disgusted at herself for even half-considering that it might be possible for him to change as he had said over and over again.
"What do you want Mindelan?" his tones were emotionless, and his face was blank. She suppressed a thought of ironic humour. He called her the Lump.
"Just to know why," she answered calmly. Rage was boiling up inside her, she wanted to challenge him so badly. What she wouldn't do to gut him with her glaive.
He smirked and raised an eyebrow. "Why?"
She wasn't sure if he was asking her why she wanted to know or asking himself why he always behaved the way he did towards her. He sighed and ran his fingers through his long blonde locks. When he looked up his eyes did not meet hers.
"You know I meant it," he paused.
Kel was confused the way he said it wasn't angry or harsh. It was sad, like the last dying breath of an elderly lady.
"I meant every word of it. When I said that you were pretty enough to make a good wife for some one."
Now Kel was really confused, she remembered that conversation. "What does that have to do with the way you've treated me all these years?"
This time he looked into her hazel eyes. She was scared of what she saw, it wasn't what she expected. She never imagined looking in to Joren's eyes to she that particular emotion in them. She expected to she passion yes, but passionate hate. Not.she was scared to label it. As if giving it a name would make it more real, more solid.
"At first, it was really hate. I mean I still believe that a woman has no place in combat, but something changed. I don't know, I guess I just don't understand why you would go through so much pain and torture. If I was a girl, I know I wouldn't," he sighed again.
Kel desperately wanted to get back on solid ground, ground that she was used to. "Such a pity you're not, you're much prettier than me," she commented. Hoping maybe that he would get riled up at her calling him a pretty boy.
"That's not true, Keladry."
Kel instantly regretted it, getting compliments from Cleon was one thing, but from Joren it was a completely different matter.
"Don't, okay. Why should I believe that the way you treat me is some perverse display of affection?"
"You know what they say," he smiled weakly. Kel immediately wished he would do something that was more like him. The Joren she knew and hated, the Joren that she fought her battle against first-year hazing.
"No actually, I don't."
"Hate is love without affection."
Kel thought about what he had just said. Hate is love. She knew she hated Joren, there was no doubt, but loved. never, even if he could change.
"Sorry but I don't believe that," looking past him at the wall, she studied the stone-brick pattern, trying to think of a way to change the subject or leave. This was not what she wanted to find out.
"What about you always want what you can't have?" he smiled this time, more seductively than sad and more like his old self.
Kel felt more comfortable now, as he was playing his role properly.
She laughed, it was an empty hollow sound. Not at all like her normal laugh, which always sounded like genuine joy. "If I don't believe that you treat me like shit because you love me, what makes you think that I'll believe that you want me."
"What? You don't trust my word?" he gave a mock offended look.
"No," she answered plainly, turning to leave.
She took a step, before his voice rang out behind her. "I believe my honour is insulted and demand a duel," Kel turned, her eyes wide. This was what she was warned not to do.
Kel bit her tongue, holding back the retort that came immediately to mind. "You're not serious."
"Now. You choose the weapon, meet in practice courts after the next bell."
"Or."
"I'll make it an official challenge," Joren answered sweetly.
"No tricks?" Kel asked cautiously.
"I swear by my love for you."
"How about something I believe in, like your love for yourself?"
Joren glared at her. Glaciers forming out of his eyes. "If it would make you happy my love," he answered. *
Tormentor of the Small: Hate Is Love
She followed the white-blonde figure around the corner. She knew that she shouldn't, was warned not to, but she wasn't going to challenge him. She just wanted to looked into the sapphire blue eyes of the morally bankrupt bastard that paid other men to do his dirty work.
"Joren," she said his name, it felt bitter in her mouth. She despised this pathetic creature that was classified as a man.
He turned, blue eyes cold as glaciers as he recognised her. She was disgusted at herself for even half-considering that it might be possible for him to change as he had said over and over again.
"What do you want Mindelan?" his tones were emotionless, and his face was blank. She suppressed a thought of ironic humour. He called her the Lump.
"Just to know why," she answered calmly. Rage was boiling up inside her, she wanted to challenge him so badly. What she wouldn't do to gut him with her glaive.
He smirked and raised an eyebrow. "Why?"
She wasn't sure if he was asking her why she wanted to know or asking himself why he always behaved the way he did towards her. He sighed and ran his fingers through his long blonde locks. When he looked up his eyes did not meet hers.
"You know I meant it," he paused.
Kel was confused the way he said it wasn't angry or harsh. It was sad, like the last dying breath of an elderly lady.
"I meant every word of it. When I said that you were pretty enough to make a good wife for some one."
Now Kel was really confused, she remembered that conversation. "What does that have to do with the way you've treated me all these years?"
This time he looked into her hazel eyes. She was scared of what she saw, it wasn't what she expected. She never imagined looking in to Joren's eyes to she that particular emotion in them. She expected to she passion yes, but passionate hate. Not.she was scared to label it. As if giving it a name would make it more real, more solid.
"At first, it was really hate. I mean I still believe that a woman has no place in combat, but something changed. I don't know, I guess I just don't understand why you would go through so much pain and torture. If I was a girl, I know I wouldn't," he sighed again.
Kel desperately wanted to get back on solid ground, ground that she was used to. "Such a pity you're not, you're much prettier than me," she commented. Hoping maybe that he would get riled up at her calling him a pretty boy.
"That's not true, Keladry."
Kel instantly regretted it, getting compliments from Cleon was one thing, but from Joren it was a completely different matter.
"Don't, okay. Why should I believe that the way you treat me is some perverse display of affection?"
"You know what they say," he smiled weakly. Kel immediately wished he would do something that was more like him. The Joren she knew and hated, the Joren that she fought her battle against first-year hazing.
"No actually, I don't."
"Hate is love without affection."
Kel thought about what he had just said. Hate is love. She knew she hated Joren, there was no doubt, but loved. never, even if he could change.
"Sorry but I don't believe that," looking past him at the wall, she studied the stone-brick pattern, trying to think of a way to change the subject or leave. This was not what she wanted to find out.
"What about you always want what you can't have?" he smiled this time, more seductively than sad and more like his old self.
Kel felt more comfortable now, as he was playing his role properly.
She laughed, it was an empty hollow sound. Not at all like her normal laugh, which always sounded like genuine joy. "If I don't believe that you treat me like shit because you love me, what makes you think that I'll believe that you want me."
"What? You don't trust my word?" he gave a mock offended look.
"No," she answered plainly, turning to leave.
She took a step, before his voice rang out behind her. "I believe my honour is insulted and demand a duel," Kel turned, her eyes wide. This was what she was warned not to do.
Kel bit her tongue, holding back the retort that came immediately to mind. "You're not serious."
"Now. You choose the weapon, meet in practice courts after the next bell."
"Or."
"I'll make it an official challenge," Joren answered sweetly.
"No tricks?" Kel asked cautiously.
"I swear by my love for you."
"How about something I believe in, like your love for yourself?"
Joren glared at her. Glaciers forming out of his eyes. "If it would make you happy my love," he answered. *