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Summary: War is brewing in the Underground and it seems as though Sarah's favorite Goblin King is in the center of it. Alliances are being formed quickly but also broken just as fast. Tension rises in the continuation of Heal Me, Hurt Me!
Warning: Jareth is totally out of character. So is Sarah.
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Last Time:
Her eyes flared. "So you tell me lies?!"
"No… just not the whole truth."
"What the hell?! Are your lands even called the Sunshine Realm? Are you even the leader?!"
"No I'm pretty sure it's the dog in my backyard." She bristled angrily. "Look Kara… there are things I can't tell you-"
"Can't or won't because I'm pretty sure you just told me you wouldn't!" When he only shifted she snarled. "Which?!"
"Won't. Will not. Would not like to. Therefore I will not tell you what really goes on!" he snapped angrily.
"So you lie to me!" She spun on her heel, storming off.
"Kara!" he shouted then sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Damn it…" He hit his forehead against the wall. "So much for her New year's resolution."
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Heal Me, Hurt Me – Part II
By: Kadasa Mori
Chapter 14 (March 10th)
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"STOP!" shouted the fae, holding his hands in the air. The mortals froze, their weapons gleaming in the sunlight, unknowing eyes focused on his brilliance. "Stop this insanity!"
"This monster has been killing our friends and family!" one of the humans cried. "He deserves to die!" He swung his sword towards the dragon's neck. Before it could touch him the metal exploded, pieces of shimmering silver falling around them like solid rain.
"Otherwise known as snow," Sarah commented lightly, turning the page of her book.
"What's known as snow? Oh, and we're having a ball."
Sarah blinked as the words slowly entered her brain, sluggishly registered before dribbling out the other side. "What?"
"We're having a ball," the irritable Goblin King repeated, flopping beside her in a pout.
"We… are?" He hummed his annoyance. "Oh… well Jareth? You're jolly good fun to be around and all but I'm not having that much fun as to constitute saying I'm having a ball."
He turned to her in confusion then rolled his eyes. "No. A ball. A party. Dressing up and dancing in circles for no apparent reason."
"Oh." She blinked once more. "Why?"
"Because… oh I don't know. Kira wants to have a ball. Something about war being stressful."
Sarah merely blinked for what seemed to be the thousandth time since he arrived then, turning so she was leaning against his shoulder, resumed her reading. He looked at her then sighed and grabbed her, tugging her into his lap and wrapping his arms around her waist, chin resting on her shoulder. "Whatcha readin'?"
She shrugged. "Some story about a fae defeating an evil human trying to kill innocent dragons."
He snorted. "Innocent dragons?"
"Mm… apparently this dragon was supposedly eating humans down the country side." She turned the page. "I keep imagining Ryuu suddenly growing large teeth and descending upon the unsuspecting population."
Jareth choked and began laughing. "I do hope you know I won't be able to look at the man anymore."
She grinned widely and kissed his cheek. "That was my intention my dear. Now hush up and let me finish."
"Hm." He smiled and tugged her closer.
"Well isn't this cozy!" Kira chirped as she dropped onto the couch across from them.
Jareth groaned. "Why don't we ever get time alone?" he asked Sarah, glaring at his sister.
She turned the page. "Because you forget to lock the front door sweetheart."
Alan snorted, flopping down beside Kira. "And because she's the Goblin King's sister. There's no stopping it. It's hereditary."
Jareth grumbled. "I should've smothered her in her sleep when I had the chance."
"Who would've looked after Kara then?" Kira asked innocently. "Because you were too busy causing havoc with Jason." He just glared and settled for pulling Sarah tighter into his side.
"Stop lying to me!!!" They all blinked and looked towards the doorway where Kara's voice had echoed through. "And stop smiling like an idiot!!!"
"Kara…" came Jason's voice. Kira and Sarah shot off the couch and crept to the door, peering around it. Kara was facing Jason so they couldn't see her face but Jason looked weary though a quiet smile graced his features. "You know I wasn't lying."
"Yes you were!" she shouted, hands fisted at her sides. She spun on her heel and Sarah and Kira clambered over themselves to go sit back on the couch. Kara stomped into the room. Jason followed her, pausing in the doorway spotting them but continued after her as she headed to the shelf.
"I was telling the truth Kara. You know I was."
"But you lie when you tell me!!!"
He sighed. "No. I don't. I just… don't tell the whole truth."
She scowled darkly at him. "Exactly. So how can I trust anything you ever say?!"
He rolled his eyes. "You're not listening Kara."
"You aren't listening!
"What's going on?" Sarah turned and quickly hushed Samra who'd entered with Toroku. The two raised an eyebrow but sat quietly on the last available couch.
"No! You aren't listening! I've been trying to tell you that I can't tell you!"
"Why not?! I can handle it! It's not like I'm an idiot like some people!"
He bristled. "You shouldn't insult those you're trying to get to talk."
"Oh caught that did you?" she sneered. "I thought I'd been a little too complex."
"Well Ms. High and Mighty, why don't you get off your high horse and join us commoners? You mind find that we're less selfish and bit more understanding!" Her eyes widened then narrowed dangerously, hand flying. His head jerked to the side then slowly turned back to face her. "Kara…" She swung again but he caught her wrist, smile completely gone. "That… was not nice."
"Ooooo goodness," Sarah heard Alan whisper shakily as he began creeping away.
"I-I don't care!" she snapped. "I'm sick of you smiling and acting naïve and not telling me the truth!"
"ENOUGH!" Kara jerked back quickly, startled. "What the hell is your problem?!" She tried to pull her wrist away but his hand didn't budge. "I've tried and tried to be nice to you and you continuously get in my face about issues that don't concern you! You don't tell me all of your secrets so why should I do the same?!"
Sarah felt Jareth's hand tighten on her leg and she glanced at the blond whose attention was complete focused and tensed, ready to get in the middle if needed. Sarah put a hand over his and he looked to her and she frowned. He shook his head lightly and looked back at his best friend and little sister.
"You don't want a smile anymore?" Jason asked with dark smirk. "Fine. No more smile. No more acting naive. No more lies." He squeezed her wrist and she inhaled sharply. "But in return, you can't speak to me. Understand? That way, neither can lie to other."
"Fine by me!" she snarled and tore her wrist away. As she stomped off, she glowered at the group staring at them. "What are you looking at?!" she shouted and took off. Jason took a deep breath and nodded to them, exiting the room and going in the opposite direction.
Sarah blinked. "That was weird…"
"Good god Alan! Grow a spine why don't you?!" Kira snapped, whacking her husband's head as he hid behind her.
"But Jason's scary!" he cried. "I'm gonna have nightmares for a week!"
"Then you're sleeping on the couch."
"Kira!"
"What's up with Kara and Jason?" Sarah asked, ignoring the other two for the moment.
Jareth shrugged. "Jason said he accidentally let something slip but wouldn't tell me what it was and that Kara had been pestering him about it. Guess she finally got sick of him not telling her and…" He motioned towards the bookshelves.
"Hm… You wouldn't ever keep anything from me, right?"
"In a heartbeat my dear."
Beside them Trella (who'd appeared sometime during the battle but had gone unnoticed) snorted and Samra's lips twitched. Sarah shot them a dark look then Jareth. "You're a horrible person you know?"
"I do actually." He opened the book she'd been reading. "Thanks for informing me however as I'd forgotten." Samra giggled then looked away quickly when Sarah glared at her again. "So are you two staying for lunch?"
Samra looked hopefully to Toroku who sighed heavily. "I guess so."
"Yay!" the elf chirped happily. "Sarah. I must speak with you immediately. Someone's birthday is coming up and a party needs to be held."
She lit up. "Oh? Whose?"
"One of my aboveground friends' son. She owns a restaurant and wants to start plan-"
"You know Reishka?!"
Samra blinked. "You know Reishka?"
"Oh my god. She's recruited you as well?"
The elf groaned. "She recruited me two months ago. I said yes without thinking and don't have any idea what to do so I was going to ask you to do it for me."
Sarah laughed. "Yeah. She recruited me the other day. When we visit let's pretend not to know each other and freak her out."
"Only you my dear," Jareth sighed heavily. "Only you."
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"And then I told them you had set Aiolos straight my lady!" Alanna chirped as she folded some laundry. "They laughed right proper at that."
"Right proper?" Clarica asked dryly, sitting cross legged on her bed and helping Alanna who sat opposite her. "Is that even grammatically correct?"
"Dunno." Alanna shrugged. "But it sounded cool. Anyways, I told them what you did to him at dinner the following evening and they damn near wet themselves! They now feel as though you're a celebrity. Speaking of which, Honou's uncle's granddaughter is a famous singer aboveground. I'm not sure what they refer to her as but she's made many a song as well as much money. I think she gives it all away though as anonymous donations because she's got so much money down here. I think that's fantastic! We should have her sing at one of the holiday balls down here but she doesn't want to sing in front of her family. Instead she wants to sing in front of complete strangers! Isn't that the oddest thing?! I asked if she might sing for the ball tonight but again she refused."
Clarica rubbed her arm nervously. It was the ball, the one where Honou and she blew up at each other so that she could finally go home.
"You might see her tonight if you're lucky. She flutters about like a hummingbird that one! One second she's here and the next on the other side of the room talking with four people at once about who knows what! People flock to her like a… well a flock really as they are indeed phoenixes, thunderbirds, firebirds, etc and so on. I mean there're so many types and colors! It's like a rainbow! I saw a rainbow the other day actually! It was gorgeous. I wanted to imprint it upon my mind but Nana was yelling at me to get back to cleaning." She rolled her eyes and glanced towards Clarica who was staring out the window, hands laying limply in her lap. Alanna raised an eyebrow then snapped the shirt. "And so I told her that a rainbow was worth not cleaning and she told me that I was a ridiculous child! And ooooohhhhh! I wanted to hit her with the broom!" Clarica didn't move. "But then I told her that you were daydreaming about our Lord Honou and she turned bright red."
"What?!" Clarica shrieked, falling off the other side of the bed, the shirt she'd been folding flying into the air and fluttering back down onto her head. "I am not!"
A grin crossed Alanna's features and she lay on her stomach, tapping her chin. "Oh? Then what I was I talking about before that?"
"Uhhh…"
"What?" The grin grew even wickeder. "Can't remember cause you were too busy thinking about how pretty Lord Honou looks in the sunshine?" Clarica's mouth thinned as a faint blush crossed her cheeks. "For he is quite pretty."
"He prefers handsome." Both girls shrieked, Alanna falling off the bed in shock. Clarica leapt to her feet, bright red. The man in the doorway grinned widely. "Hey."
"Aiolos!" Clarica shrieked. "What the hell?!"
Alanna grumbled, getting to her knees and resting her head on the bed. "I think I just lost a decade off my life."
"Good thing you're young," the young guard laughed. "Pretty Lord Honou is looking for you Lady Clarica."
"Hmph!" She stomped out past him and down the hallway.
"Wait!" Alanna shrieked. "Rica!"
The girl ignored her and continued to the throne room. Swinging the door open she found Honou and his mother standing there. The woman blinked then raised an eyebrow looking her up and down as Clarica made her way to Honou, both of his eyebrows raised.
"Er…"
"Aiolos said you wished to see me my lord?"
He hummed his agreement and turned to his mother. "If we may continue this later?" She nodded, walking out and glancing back at Clarica before she disappeared.
"What was that about?" the girl asked.
He chuckled. "Did you look in the mirror before you exited your residence?"
She blushed and raised a hand to her face. "No…"
"Not your face my dear." He led her to the hallway where a mirror sat on the wall. She turned redder than a tomato, her hair flashing a bright pink which clashed horrendously with the yellow and green spotted tee shirt on her head and her outfit of a neon blue shirt and purple shorts.
Honou pulled the shirt off her head then turned it the right way and put it over her head. "No offense, but your shirt is burning holes into my corneas."
She blushed even more than she thought possible, feeling the red traveling down her neck. "Sorry," she mumbled.
"It's quite alright." He glanced back into the hall. "My mother is not quite as blind as to not notice your rather… peculiar set of clothing coloring but I daresay you may have started a new fashion in the square." He held out his arm for her to take and she carefully did so. "Why just yesterday I saw several girls wearing bright yellow gowns with bright green stripes." Clarica smirked at her influence. "Yes, my dear mother was not pleased."
Clarica hid her giggles behind one hand. "That's my duty here," she chirped happily. "Annoyance of mothers and hero of fashion!"
"Rather destroyer of fashion," he grumbled halfheartedly. She smiled brilliantly at him. He tripped over his feet and she bit her lip to keep from laughing. "Shut up you," he grumbled.
"I saw a rainbow the other day actually! It was gorgeous. I wanted to imprint it upon my mind but Nana was yelling at me to get back to cleaning."
Clarica sighed and rolled her eyes, stepping through the doorway. "Alanna. Do you commit these speeches to memory?"
The girl and guard jumped and turned to her, Alanna grinning widely. "Of course! That way I can melt your brain with meaningless drabble!" She lost her grin as Honou stepped into the room. He raised an eyebrow at her then turned to Clarica.
"Shall I see you dressed and ready for lunch in an hour?"
"If it should so please you, my lord, to see me in such state of color."
He sighed. "No bright purple please. It destroys my retinas."
"I thought it was corneas."
"That's bright blue." He kissed her cheek. "An hour then."
She turned bright red and fidgeted. "An hour." He smiled and walked out of the room. She watched after him then turned to the two still in the room and paled.
Aiolos' lips twitched. "He is quite pretty." Alanna burst into giggles and Clarica tried to sink into the floor.
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"Oh turkey, oh turkey I love you so much! You're nummy and yummy and scrumptious for lunch! Oh turkey, oh turkey you are so divine! If you were a sandwich I'd always have nine!" Sarah took a healthy bite of her sandwich and looked around the table. (1)
Kira was humming under her breath as she made her own turkey sandwich, the Three Musketeers singing along except for Emily who was feeding Riley. Alan was sighing heavily and rubbing his brow, knowing that this song wouldn't leave his household for three weeks.
Jareth sat beside Sarah tuning her out as usual but his fingers were tapping to the tune of her song. Samra was completely ignoring Sarah, chatting with Evie and Toroku on her other side. Kara was blocking everyone else, book in front of her face at the end of the table.
"Hey Sarah!" Katrina chirped, food falling out of her mouth. Kira, without looking, reached over and tapped her chin, the girl shutting her mouth and smiling at her mother.
"If it's sunny do you wanna play outside tomorrow?" Bellezza continued where her sister had left off. Her sisters nodded their agreement.
"Sure thing!" Sarah chirped then frowned, looking around the room. "Speaking of sunshine, where has Jason gone?" Kara tensed.
"Home." She turned to Jareth. "He's…"
"Pouting," Kira interjected. "Because our sister was an idiot-"
"Hey!"
"And very rude," Jareth added.
Kara scowled at both of them and stood with a 'hmph!' storming out into the hall. Once out of sight she sighed and rubbed her forehead. "Damn…" she murmured. "I'm such a moron."
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Standing in the Great Hall, people everywhere, Clarica glanced around, one arm around Honou's the redheaded phoenix chatting with several ladies before them, mostly about her embarrassing moments while at his home. She was supposed to be getting continuously annoyed and shifted uneasily.
"And then she realized I was standing there and turned bright red," Honou continued. Clarica could feel her hair changing to a mortified shade of maroon to match her cheeks.
"Shut up Honou!" she cried and whapped his arm.
Honou smirked. "Aw. Is little Rica embarrassed?"
She knew it was the taunt that was supposed to start it cascading downhill but… but…
She smiled slyly and curled around his arm. "No because I have far more blackmail on you my dear."
Honou blinked in surprise, looking confused but he couldn't do anything about it as the others giggled. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek. "I'm going to go check on darling Alexander and make sure he's not blown anything up yet. I'll see you later. Good night all." She waved as she walked out of the room. Once out of sight she tore down the hall, running to her secret corner. She pulled her knees up to her chest and covered her face. What the HELL?! I totally ruined the plan! Just get angry at him! That's all I needed to do! Why couldn't I-
"We have a ball in three weeks. We can have our blow up then? Afterwards you can head back home and everything will be back to normal."
I… I don't want to go home… she suddenly realized. I don't want to go back… With a soft cry she let her forehead hit her knees. Damn it.
"Clarica?" She stiffened. The door shut quietly and she prayed he'd left but as his leg touched her own, she looked up sharply as he slid down to sit beside her. He looked confused. "What happened? I thought-"
She looked around for an answer when red caught her vision. "I uh… Alex needs more help does he not? We can't leave yet."
His eyes narrowed in confusion. "Alex is struggling but it's nothing that practice won't help."
"Well I just want to make sure that he's got everything down so that he doesn't have to relocate again."
Honou shifted uneasily. "Clarica… is something wrong?"
"No." She frowned and played with the edge of her dress. "I just… I want to make sure Alex gets all the help he can before having to move back to the castle."
Honou cocked his head, obviously working through some problem before he smirked. "You just don't want to go back to serving Sarah."
Forcing out a laugh, Claria blushed. "That obvious?"
He chuckled. "I'd say. I suppose I can allow you a few more weeks here… as a gift for playing the part."
She smiled. "Thanks Honou."
"It's no problem." He stood and held out a hand. "You've done me an invaluable service my lady." He bowed over her hand. "And for that I am forever grateful."
She felt her stomach clench painfully and force another smile. "You got me away from Sarah and for that I am eternally grateful."
He laughed and held out his arm, tucking her hand around it. "Speaking of Sarah, I've been invited to one of Kira's random 'let's get together and eat and dance' balls. Would you be so wonderful as it accompany me?"
Clarica sighed. "As long as you keep her distracted should she head my way."
"Damn," he sighed. "I had hoped you'd be the one to do that for me!"
"Not a chance buddy! That your side of the deal. I'm here to keep the girls from getting to you, you'll be there to keep one girl from getting to me!"
Honou theatrically sighed. "Very well." Standing before her door, he bowed politely. "Good night dear Clarica."
She curtsied. "Good night Lord Honou. See you in the morning."
"I'll be waiting." He waved as he walked down the hall and Clarica slipped inside and leaned back against the door with a heavy sigh. Why didn't I just follow the plan? she moaned in her mind, sliding to the ground. Another few weeks of complete hell. Way to go Rica.
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To all Heal Me, Hurt Me Readers and Reviewers,
Ha haaaa. Rica you're stupid. Lol. Trying not to write my Shakespeare essay. Anyone wanna write it for me so I can update more???? (goes off to cry in corner)
(1) This song goes to the tune of "Sweet Betsy from Pike"
Kadasa Mori
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Sarah sighed heavily, fingering the edges of her gown. She hated being at these things with everyone dancing and her just… standing there. Jareth had been captured by evil princess Ruby who was hanging off him and flirting far too much. By all girlfriend rights, she should have pummeled the girl into a million pieces. The only thing that kept her from doing so was the knowledge that Jareth might not enjoy having a new enemy to face. She sighed again and jumped when a hand grabbed her arm. "Jason!" she growled at the person tugging her towards the dancers. "What are you doing?!"
He grinned wickedly at her, putting one of her hands on his shoulder, one of his hands at her waist and holding her other hand, pulling her into the fast moving dancers. "Dancing!"
She rolled her eyes. "I know that. I meant why are you dragging me into it as well?"
"I'm rescuing you from boredom."
"Ah. Well thanks lots."
"No prob. I'm saving Jareth as well… in about… five… four… three… two… one…" He turned. "Goblin King? May I ask we switch partners? This one keeps stepping on me."