Title: One of a kind
Date first posted: 3 April 2007
Author(s): Ultimate
Summary: Being ignored by his father since the age of 6, there is some difference in Artha's childhood. The story begins here and goes on until I don't know when.
Main pairing(s): The main pairing is Artha/Kitt, but there is a line, maybe 2, of Moordryd/Kitt, but that is ONLY for the plot, absolutely NOTHING else, and it is later in the story.
Main character(s): Artha, Kitt, Moordryd and some other characters I can't think of right now...
Genre(s): I'd say adventure and romance, and maybe drama, but I'm not sure about that.
Time period: Like I said in the summary, it begins when Artha is 6 years old and goes on from that point. But it is still in the Dragon Booster show's time.
Rating: I would say, or write, "Rated T", for some violence and some hints of sex, but not much, because I am a bit bored of that for the moment.
Warning(s): Some spoilers for "The return of Drakkus" (I think it is his name) and later maybe.
Completion status: I am working on it.
Word count (By chapters): 1 287 words
Chapters: 0/?
Prologue
"But I want to go too!" said little Artha to his father who was going to leave the stables to go to Dragon City's hospital for the birth of his second boy.
"For the I-don't-know-how-many time, you stay here and do your homework." Said Connor Penn, clearly annoyed.
"But it is not fair!" cried 6-years-old Artha.
"Get used to it." Said Connor without thinking before he left the stables quickly so that his son would not annoy him any further. Little Artha stayed there some time, getting the sentence and its meaning clearly into his head. He was smart for his age, so he knew what it meant, but not on what or why. Clearly confused, Artha shrugged it off and went back into the house to do as he was told. It was odd for him to be alone a whole night, because it wasn't often he did. The night passed by slowly, because he wondered all the night about his new brother, all the games he would play with him, and all sorts of other things. When the morning finally came, Artha stepped out of his bed and rushed to make breakfast. When he was finished, he waited for about 10 minutes, when the sound of dragon's footsteps was heard in the stables. A smile appeared on Artha's face and he rushed out of the house. He went through the door just in time to see his father, a sad smile on his face and a little blanket wrapped around a baby in his arms, leave one of the boxes. Artha was sure his mother would follow, but his smile disappeared when he saw she didn't. When his father was close enough for Artha to talk to him, Artha asked him the question that was torturing him.
"Dad? Why isn't mom coming too?" he asked in an innocent tone. Connor stopped and sighed, and then he answered him.
"She… Your mother couldn't make it." He said with sadness. Even though Artha did understand, he couldn't believe it. His mother couldn't be… He has to be sure.
"What do you mean?" he asked again. His father sighed again.
"Exactly what I meant. Do not make me repeat Artha." Connor said as he started to walk toward the house. Artha was now sure.
"Mom is… dead?" he asked. Connor stopped in his track. The baby in his arms began to cry.
"Yes… Are your homework done?" he asked. Artha was puzzled.
"Yes but…" he started but Connor didn't let him finish his sentence.
"Then… go clean the stables please. I would really appreciate." Said his father before walking in the house with Lance. Artha did not dare to argue with his father, so he got what he needed and started to clean the stables. He cleaned the storage, some others places, and then he went to clean the dragons box. He cleaned their box one by one, talking to the dragons to comfort them a little. They had sensed that his mother hadn't made it back, so they were sad, and they did not hide it. Artha opened the last "door" and entered the box. He looked around but saw no dragon. He was about to give up when he saw a little black tail coming from behind a pile of boxes in the corner of the box. Artha laid his broom against a wall and slowly walked toward the corner. The tail finally slipped completely behind the boxes. Artha carefully walked around it and found Beau, doing something that seemed like sobbing, laying on his back. Artha walked up to the young and little gold and black dragon and kneeled beside him. It did not go unnoticed because Beau went back on his legs and looked at Artha with what looked like teary eyes. Artha looked into Beau's eyes for some time, looking for whatever would help him understand the dragon in front of him. After some minutes, Beau understood that he couldn't win the "fight" with the human in front of him, so he finally let his emotions show in his eyes. Artha, relieved that the dragon finally let him know what he wanted, didn't waste a second. Looking in his eyes, Artha could see all the emotions Beau was actually feeling; Sadness, anger, shock, loneliness and so on. After some minutes, Beau couldn't stand the eyes of Artha any longer, and he looked down at the ground. He was surprised when he felt Artha's arms wrapping around his neck. Beau didn't think Artha would do that, but at the moment, he was glad Artha did. With the loss in the family, Beau knew the stables would get… darker for some time. He also knew that Artha wasn't the only one to comfort the other; Beau was hearing Artha sobbing. Beau let his tail go on Artha's shoulder, and they stayed that way for some minutes. Artha finally let go of the embrace, and spoke to Beau.
"I'm better to finish cleaning up or dad won't be happy." He said in a childish tone, his eyes red. Beau smiled, waving his tail on the ground and lifting dust in the air. That made Artha sneezes. "Hey! Stop doing that please, or at least not on the floor!" said Artha playfully as he snoozed again. Beau just grinned. Artha finished cleaning up the box, and then he waved his hand at Beau before he entered the house. After 4 hours in the stables cleaning up dust and dragons'… gifts, Connor couldn't help but notice when his oldest son entered the room. The first thing that Artha remarked was that all on the dinning table had been removed, and that dirty plates were ready to be washed on the counter.
"Artha, I suggest that you go and clean yourself." Said Connor, pinching his nose. Artha said nothing, and he headed to the bathroom. He came out some minutes later, clean, and he walked in the living room to see his father playing with Lance. He stepped closer to them.
"Hey, can I play with you?" he asked. Connor barely moved his head when he answered.
"Not now, later." Was his answer.
"But why…" started Artha but Connor stopped him.
"Whatever it is that you want to talk to me about can wait." Replied Connor. Artha was saddened by this answer.
"Okay dad." Said Artha before leaving the room. "Maybe Beau will play with me." Thought Artha as he left the living quarters of the stables (what I called house, but I'm sure you already had that figured out.) After some seconds of walk, Artha reached Beau's box.
"Hey Beau! It's me! It's Artha!" yelled Artha. Soon after, Beau's little head peeked out from behind the same boxes he hid behind earlier that day. Seeing who it was, Beau walked from behind the boxes and sat right in front him, their head right in front of each other. "Hey Beau." Continued Artha as he stroke Beau's neck. The dragon closed his eyes, and he just enjoyed the moment.
"Dad is too busy to play with me…" said Artha in a sad tone. But he continued with an happier voice. "Can you play with me?" he pleaded. Beau nodded. There was an awkward silence before Artha decided to speak. "But… what are we going to play to?" They thought for a minute or 2 before Artha came up with an answer.
"What about hide-and-seek?" he asked. Beau nodded again, and Artha began to count and Beau went to hide somewhere in the stables. After 30 seconds, Artha opened his eyes and began to look for Beau. Oblivious to this was Connor Penn, playing with Lance and forgetting Artha.
End of chapter
I know, it is not great, but I'm sure I'll improve with time. For those who want to know, I do not hate Connor, but I wanted someone to get Artha angry in the future, and I think it will work. And for the mother of Artha, I never heard about her so I just thought she might be dead. Sorry if I'm wrong. And for the ages, I think that Lance is about 6 years younger then Artha so I put it that way. Sorry if I'm wrong. Anyway, I just wish I'll have some reviews (Even one would be great). I got to go now or else I'll miss school… well, maybe I could stay an hour or so… nah, I'm going to get scolded. Goodbye.
