I Want, You Want
By: Ktate
A Twilight Fanfiction by Ktate © 2011
Title of Chapter: Kahaleha,Visions&Princess Claire
Author: Ktate
Rating for this chapter: T
Pairing: Mimi/Jericho, Bella/Edward, (etc...)
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Twilight, or it's franchises.
(Billy PoV)
Being brutally honest, I hadn't the faintest idea where to start. I had just wanted to know more about the girl when I thought of it at the time. But I had a feeling that the girl wouldn't open to us unless we opened to her. It was odd, but I felt as if she was more than just another teen that needed our help. Maybe it was that looks Jericho seemed to be throwing her; the ones full of wonder and curiosity. Or maybe it was the way she looked at us with judging eyes.
The best idea seemed to be introducing our elders.
"Mimi, I'd like to formally introduce our elders first." I said.
"Elders?" She asked curiously. For a second, I wondered how she couldn't know what elders where... then I remembered she wasn't only from another state, yet another country.
"Yes. Kind of like that government. Or mayor. You understand?" I asked, slightly lost on how to explain us.
She nodded, her eyes flickering to Jericho.
"I'll start with myself. I'm Billy Black, leader of the elders of the council. Next to me is Old Quil." I began, gesturing to the seat beside Jacob, where Old Quil nodded to Mimi, his face expressionless except for the small about of interest when his gaze looked from Jericho and Mimi.
"Finally, this is Sue Clearwater. She took her husbands place, Harry Clearwater, a few years ago after he died from a heart attack."
Mimi's face didn't change. You'd expect at least of a bit of sympathy when she looked at Sue, but there was none. She just nodded respectively to Sue and that was it.
"So, you'd be the... chief, too, right?" She cocked her head to the side, looking at me.
"Oh no." I chuckled. "I'm just an elder."
"Then who-?"
"Jericho." I answered, watching as she looked up to Jericho in a startled way.
"But, wait, isn't it like, the oldest -no offense- person in the... tribe or whatever?" Her head snapped back to me.
"No offense taken." I assured her, even though Old Quil bypassed me when it came to age. "Normally it is similar to that, yes. But it also had to do with what family your in. But it's different here."
She looked at me for more, but I said nothing.
Finally, after a moment of silence she said, "But... aren't you Jericho's father?"
Jericho's looked at her abruptly, surprise in his eyes. Then he looked to Jacob and me. He was trying to ask something, but... I wasn't sure what he was trying to say.
I watched Jacob shake his head and looked at Jericho again. What?
Then Jericho asked, "Who told you that?"
I realized what he was trying to say then. And I didn't. No one did that I knew of.
Mimi's entire expression changed. One into carefully composed indifference.
"I assumed." She shrugged.
"Ah..." I nodded, yet Jericho still looked suspicious.
"Anyways," I continued, slightly uncomfortably. "Once Jacob is a little older, he will take my place as elder leader."
Mimi said nothing as she looked at everyone else around the table.
"Old Quil, would you like to take over?" I asked.
(Mimi PoV)
I couldn't deny that this was an odd scene. And Jericho was chief? I wouldn't have ever of guessed, truthfully. It was a bit frightening, and exciting.
God only knew how old he actually was. He had to be older than I had guessed, though.
"Sure." The old man, 'Old Quil' said.
"Wait-" I interrupted. "Why 'Old' Quil? And not just Quil? Besides, you know, the obvious..." I trailed off, thinking of adding no offense, again. But why should I even care if I come off as offensive? I shouldn't.
"My grandson's name is Quil. So I'm Old Quil." He said. Well, he didn't look as if he took offense. He just looked like he wanted to laugh.
"Oh." I muttered, looking around the table. I wonder who was his grandson?
"The Quileutes have been a small people from the beginning," Old Quil stated. "And we are a small people still, but we have never disappeared. This is because that has always been magic in our blood. It wasn't always the magic of shape-shifting- that came later. First, we were spirit warriors."
I snorted at that under my breath. If they wanted to tell me a bedtime story, then fine. Whatever floats their boats. Sue Clearwater gave me a stern look as I quieted. No need to piss off the widow, I suppose. She may be an undercover firecracker for all I knew.
As if.
"In the beginning, the tribe settled in this harbor and became skilled ship builders and fishermen. But the tribe was small, and the harbor was rich in fish. There were others who coveted our land, and we were too small to hold it. A larger tribe moved against us, and we took to our ships to escape them.
"Kaheleha was not the first spirit warrior, but we do not remember the stories that came before his. We do not remember who was the first to discover this power, or how it had been used before this crisis. Kaheleha was the first great Spirit Chief in our history. In this emergency, Kaheleha used the magic to defend our land."
As usual, as he began to tell the story, it began to unfold before my eyes. I could see Kaheleha and the people, even the river and the fish and other Indians.
It was something that has been in our family for ages. No one knew what it was, or how it worked, or whatever, it just is.
Some called it a 'power', others a gift. Even more called it a curse. I called it a vision. It was magic, or at least, that's what I summed it up to. A higher power. God, maybe.
Kaheleha was... wow. Hot, no doubt. Serious looking, almost grim. He looked like... Jericho, really. Long black hair, but only his was loose; no braids. He also had a feather in his hair. Normally, I would've laughed, but... it was undeniably hot.
"He and all his warriors left the ship- not their bodies, but their spirits. Their women watched over the bodies and the waves, and the men took their spirits back to our harbor."
I watched as Kaheleha (it was obvious which one was him from the beginning) and a few other Indians shout things to others. Kaheleha himself barked out something to a women next to him and she looked up at him with tears in her eyes, her long dark hair blowing in the wind. She looked familiar, almost.
"They could not physically touch the enemy tribe, but they had other ways. The stories tell us that they could blow fierce winds into their enemy's camps; they could make a great screaming in the wind that terrified their foes. The stories also tell us that the animals would do their bidding."
Now, that was pretty cool. Having animals do whatever they say? And playing with wind? Hell yeah! My brother would get a kick outta seeing this.
"Kaheleah took his spirit army and wreaked havoc on the intruders. This invading tribe had packs of big, think-furred dogs that they sued to pull their sleds in the frozen north. The spirit warriors turned the dogs against their masters and then brought a mighty infestation of bats up from the cliff caverns. They used the screaming wind to aid the dogs in confusing the men. The dogs and bats won. The survivors scattered, calling our harbor a cursed place. The dogs ran wild when the spirit warriors released them. The Quileutes returned to their bodies and their wives victorious."
I could tell an end was coming. 'mighty infestation of bats'? Um, ew. And their harbor, cursed? Actually, I believe, in a way it was.
"The other nearby tribes, the Hohs and the Makahs, made treaties with the Quileutes. They wanted nothing to do with our magic. We lived in peace with them. When an enemy came against us, the spirit warriors would drive them off." He finished.
I snickered, "Hohs? What a wonderful name."
Old Quil nodded in agreement and chuckled. I was surprised. I expected him to take offense. But the more he talked, the more he seemed almost... fun.
I noticed some of the people throwing Old Quil and Billy odd looks. But they, along with Jericho and Jacob and the Cullens', watched me expectantly.
"That was... an interesting story." Understatement of the century, "Is there more to it?" I asked.
"Much." Billy smiled, "But I'll tell you the rest when your ready."
I almost wanted to argue. Instead, I muttered my thanks and a quick 'ok'.
Sue leaned forward eying my... chest. What the hell? Then I realized what she was looking at.
"That's an... interesting necklace." She spoke.
Abruptly, I reached up and tucked my necklace into my shirt. I hadn't realized it had come out.
"Thank you." I replied stiffly.
"Where did you get it?" She asked.
"Listen, it's kind of personal, ok?" I snapped at her. To my left, Jericho gave her a warning look and she leaned back in her seat, still staring at me. The necklace wasn't really a necklace. It was, in fact, a gris-gris.
Jericho tried to break the ice that had frozen over our conversation.
"Why don't you tell us a bit about you and your family, Cat Eyes?" He asked.
"It's Mimi. And, I guess I can." I shrugged. They all looked to me expectantly.
"Well, there's me. I'm the youngest. My brother, the oldest. My mother and my father. Besides the servants, that's it."
"Servants?" A boy near Sue asked.
"Yes. Servants. You do know what those are, right?"
"Well, yeah, but I didn't know anybody really had them anymore..." He trailed off. "I'm Seth Clearwater, by the way." He said with a bright smile.
He was cute, maybe fifteen, sixteen-ish. Long dark hair, and a cheerful attitude. I really couldn't see myself getting along with him all too well, but, you never know.
"Yeah, well, we do." I shrugged again.
"I see..." He grinned at me. "So was that guy that drove you here a servant?"
I giggled, "No. That was our driver, Nicolas." I rolled my eyes and added a 'duh' for the hell of it.
Seth's cheeks darkened and he muttered an 'oh'. I laughed again, as did Jericho.
"So, what else do you want to know?" I asked, rolling shoulders back, getting a little more comfortable.
"Is it true you're a princess?" Asked a small voice from my right side. I looked down in confusion, only to see a little girl. She was adorable, no doubt. Long dark hair pulled back into a half-pony, big, dark, innocent eyes.
"Yeah, honey. I'm a princess." I chuckled, bending down so we were eye-level.
Her eyes widened and she breathed out a 'wow'.
"Can I be a princess, too?" She asked excitedly.
"Now, Claire..." Jericho said sternly, I shot him a dirty look.
"If you want to be, honey." I told her.
Impossibly, her eyes widened even more and she began jumped.
"I wanna, I wanna!" She squealed.
I laughed as she bounced up and down.
"Princess Claire, is it?"
"Yep!" She nodded, grinning so big her face had to be hurting.
"Alright, well, Princess Claire, why don't you go find your mommy-" I began.
"My mommy isn't here." The little girl said matter-of-factly.
I looked at her startled as the woman from earlier, Emily, stood from her seat along with one of boys that had been here when we entered.
"I'm her aunt," Emily said, "She's staying with me." Her expression was kind as she looked at me. The boy that had stood walked over to us.
"Quil! Quil! Quil! QUIL!" Claire began to screech, reaching up for him. He watched her lovingly, then petted her hair and picked her up.
"I'm right here, hun." He laughed as she began to tug on his hair.
She stretched and then whispered something in his ear.
"Sure, hun, we can get it anytime you want." He said back.
I looked on curiously.
"A tiara." He grinned, noticing my curiosity.
It occurred to me then that he must be Old Quil's grandson. I looked to Old Quil and back to Quil. You could see a few similarities; the long, strong nose, the sharp jaw.
"How old are you?" Seth asked curiously and I noticed Jericho narrow his eyes into a glare at him.
"I'm seventeen," I chuckled.
"Oh, hey, me too!" He grinned.
"Jacob's nineteen, Claire's four, and Jericho's twenty-five!" He continued.
Twenty-five? Oh, my. My parents would not like this...
I mean... the fact that I'm living with a twenty-five year old... man. Not boy, man. Wow...
"Cool." I muttered. "My brother's nineteen." I looked at Jacob slyly. Maybe, just maybe, if they got along... my mom and dad wouldn't be so... whatever.
"Tell us more about you." Jericho insisted.
"Not many people understand me, I don't even understand myself at times. But once you get to know me, you will actually love me." I shrugged, grinning cheekily. It was true.
Several of the people chuckled.
"What's your life motto?" Old Quil asked.
"Hm. Smile." I said.
Old Quil and Billy shared a confused look.
"If nothing else, it confuses the hell out of them." I explained, my grin growing, due to the fact that they both looked confused for a split second.
Billy laughed and nodded in agreement as Old Quil and Jericho snickered. Other people laughed, too.
One kid leaned forward, "What about your future prospects? By the way, I'm Sam."
"Well, Sam. I'm gonna rule the world. I mean, a couple of chosen people I like will share it, but it's still huge. And- free booze is free booze, no matter what. If that doesn't work out in the end, I'm probably just gonna end up being the ruler of Russia."
Again, there was more laughs and Sam nodded with a grin as if he thought it was a joke. It wasn't.
"What are your views on lying?" Asked a girl that sat next to Seth. "Leah," She added. Hm. She didn't look too sweet, but fuck it.
"If everyone was honest all the time, no one would get anywhere in life. Tell lies, but don't caught, because it's only lying if you get caught, right? But don't cheat, oh no, cheating is disgusting, whether your in a relationship or playing candyland, it's just awful." I said, wrinkling my nose. I hated cheating with a passion. Lies, I could deal with, cheating on the other hand... ew.
Leah didn't say anything, just looked smug and... well, kinda like a bitch. Whatever.
"Do you think you should take life seriously?" Jasper called from the end of the table, actually looking interested. I had assumed not much had interested him.
"Well, if everyone took life seriously, we'd all live and die in the same way. I try not to take life seriously, but I do like to try my hardest with everything I do. 'Failing is only the beginning, succeeding is what counts.'" I quoted, smiling at him.
"I agree," He said, looking down at Alice with a smile as she nodded.
"What's your favorite designer?" She asked. She was almost bouncing in her seat.
"Why, Louis Vuitton," I gestured towards my purse, "Who else?"
She, literally, squealed. "Mine too! Oh, my, god! We need to go shopping!"
I smiled at her, "I love shopping." I admitted.
"Oh, god no." Edward/Carrot-Top muttered. Next to him Bella sank down farther in her seat with sigh.
"What?" I asked.
"You just created a tornado."
"Hurricane, more like." Bella sighed again.
I shrugged, again, for like the hundredth time. "Oh well."
"Are you mean?" Emmett asked.
"Mean? I'm not mean, I'm lovely!" I said, pretending to be offended as I put my hand on my chest and pulled out my most hurt expression.
"Sorry! I just had to know!" He said sadly.
I shook my head, rolling my eyes, "Nah, man, you're fine."
"Why, thank you." He replied, wagging his eyebrows.
I snorted delicately and laughed. "I take that back!"
"Le gasp!" He said, covering his mouth with a hand.
He was hilarious! I know we'll get along, but from the glare Rosalie is throwing at me, I'm not so sure she thinks so.
"Do you care what people think of you?" Rosalie asked, probably just for the hell of it.
I considered this for a second before continuing. "Never in my life did I care what others think of me or have to say about me. I am who I am and wont change for anyone. If you have a problem with that, then that will have to remain your problem, because I don't give a shit." I shrugged. "My parents don't approve, though. Then again, they're all about appearances."
"I can relate to that." Rosalie said, almost dryly.
"What about your favorite book?" Bella asked before I could reply. But I noticed Emmett put his arm around Rosalie. It was his expression that really caught my attention, though. It was full of sorrow and regret. I wonder what happened there? Maybe if I stick around long enough I'll find out...
"Um... I don't really have one..." I shrugged. "I love all types of books... Wuthering Heights is really good, though. I can read that book over and over again."
Bella's eyes light up. "Me, too!"
I smiled at her, it's nice to know I actually have a lot of things in common with the Cullens'.