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Chapter 36

Tenchi's POV

Two Weeks Later

"I'm FREE!"

I'm FREE!

Tenchi and Shira were practically hopping up and down. Today was the last day of detention. No more Goorvibes!

Adare laughed at her friend's behaviour, unable to see Shira's, anyway. "Are you seriously so excited about getting back to your afternoon classes?"

The hikari stopped immediately, and stuck out her tongue. "EW! No. It's just that I don't want my mountain of homework to get any bigger."

"Oh, crap. Forgot that was part of the punishment. Boy, do I feel sorry for you!" Adare laughed.

Tenchi rolled her eyes. "Thanks for the sympathy, Adare," she replied sarcastically.

She was walking home with Adare. After being completely lost in her studies and classes, she felt like she was trampled by an elephant stampede. She was very tired, and a headache throbbed at her temples. Her bag was packed with the last two weeks of homework. To think so many things could be missed in only 14 days! she thought.

"So did you have any more dreams of your past life?"

Adare snapped her head toward teen. "Can you please stop saying that?! I didn't have a past life!"

Tenchi was taken aback. "Touch-y. I only asked."

She should've accepted this by now, Shira huffed. Arwen's apart of her. Shouldn't she be at least honoured?

Adare's head drooped. "Sorry about that. It's just what Shira said. How could it all be possible? Why me? So many questions run through my head every night, wondering if another dream would come."

"So none so far, huh?"

"None."

"Oh well. Maybe it's the end of it?"

"I'm not sure. I'm always wondering..."

It was time to depart. Adare waved back happily, but Tenchi had a feeling that she was still concerned and confused.

Adare's POV

3:56 am

Arwen sat infront of the same, jewel-framed mirror. Using a comb carved from bone, she ran it through her sapphire hair, defeating all of the knots that opposed her. She hummed a melody that she remembered all these years. Silver's ears twitched with pleasure, listening to the song reverberating from her lungs. His spiny tail swept across the ground, and his hurring rumbled in his throat. The starry dusk outside her window sent a light breeze to circle the room. She enjoyed its chill, and continued humming.

Suddenly behind her, Silver growled low and threatening. In the reflection of the mirror, Arwen saw a cloak figure climb over the balcony's rim. She twisted her body around toward them, and watched intently, analyzing them as friend or foe. He walked forward, and Silver leapt to his feet, baring his fangs. The figure did not seemed frightened at all, and held out his hand. Silver sniffed it, and started hurring again. He let the figure approach, and the figure rubbed his knuckle on the dragon's head. The woman sighed, smiling. "How many times are you going to take the window route, Rune?"

He withdrew his hood, and shook his head, laughing. He ran his fingers briefly through his platinum, wild hair, as if that would set it to order. Arwen still had to see the day when it was in order. He gazed at her with deep, violet eyes. They seemed cold, with no sign of the black of the pupil, but you sensed the care in them.

"As long as I want to see your pretty little face," he grinned.

She chuckled, stood up and ran to him. She threw her arms around him and dug her cheek into his well-toned, tan chest. He hugged back, and rested his chin on top of her head. The two of them just stood there, enjoying each other's presence. She looked up at him.

"Are you always going to be a mercenary, Rune? Or are you going to decide to live with me?"

He stayed silent. She supposed that that was a no, and lowered her head. Then she heard him chuckle deeply, and looked up at him questionably. He smirked a very sexy smirk at her. She laughed in glee.

"You're going to stay?" Arwen whispered hopefully.

Rune lifted her into the air and spun her around, laughing. "Nothing's going to keep me away from you! I'm going to stay and become a thief, like you."

She laughed in happiness, and when he set her down, she hugged his neck with all her might. He made short gurgling noises, and she laughed more as she retreated, as he pretended to suffocate. He grinned when he saw her in hysterics. "This is a cause for a celebration, isn't it?"

"No."

He looked at her, brows raised.

"Heh, Ra, can't you tell when I'm kidding?"

He smiled and took Arwen's hand. He lead her to the window and balcony, overlooking the desert village below. He looked at her lovingly.

"So what would you like do to on this moonlit evening?"

"Oh, stop talking like that! I'm not royalty, and proud of it!"

He laughed and held her hand tighter. Together they jumped down without fear. There were vines that grew along the thief's home from old age, and this was Rune's route to her room. He reached out and grabbed a vine, and they both slid down to the ground, his other strong arm clutching her around the waist. They both landed, and he set her down gently. Together they walked in the shadows.

"But seriously, what do you want to do?"

Arwen thought about it, then grinned. Rune could see her expression in the moonlight. He chuckled.

"I knew you'd want to. Who should we take?"

"I'd like to take Silver. Oh, when the moonlight will shine on his scales-!" she cooed and trailed off, thinking of her favourite Egyptian Arabian. She loved his whole family, but he understood how she felt and what she had been through. He always listened to her and her troubles, and being the oldest of his brother and sisters, he was the wisest. "Aw, crap, but we left him up there... Silver! Come on, we're going on a little flight!"

His muzzle had already nuzzled her tailbone before she could wait any reasonable length of time. She looked behind her, and saw that he had taken his most favoured form; a silver, Egyptian Stallion, golden eyes gleaming in the darkness kindly. She smiled, and ran her fingers through his mane.

"Let's see your brother and sisters, shall we?"

Silver nodded, nickering, as Rune chuckled. Arwen reached the stable where she kept her horses, opened the doors quietly, and slipped inside. She knew they wouldn't be asleep by this time, so she was prepared by their excited whinnies. The stallions and mares of her followers were eating their hay and getting ready for sleep, but the bandit assumed that her friends had caught her scent. The last bloodline of Leviathan's Children looked at her with care in their animal eyes. Midnight's black, glistening mane hung over her eyes, and she flipped it when she saw her master. Her onyx coat twitched as a stray fly landed on it, and she stomped impatiently in her stall. Ice was complete contrast next to Midnight; her blazing white coat shimmered in the entering moonlight, and her head loomed over her stall door, her pale and slightly cold eyes pleading.

Across from Ice was Eclipse. He threw his head back, like the normal little brother he was. Black coat and golden eyes shone. His oldest brother, Silver, approached him and seemingly head-butted him, whickering. He stood before them all as the oldest and wisest of all of the Children of Leviathan. Arwen went over to him and hugged his head greatly. He whickered and seemed to hug back. She went inside the stall that he hardly occupied, and groom him. Rune watched with interest. She did not put a saddle on him, because it would prove to be a problem later.

When she lead Silver out, Eclipse, Ice and Midnight nickered sadly. Arwen gave them a apologetic look. "Sorry..." then she got an idea. "Actually, we can all go out tonight!"

They understood her completely and reared with glee. Rune looked at her quizzically. "Don't they need riders, though?"

"Nope; they're not natural horses, you know. And they won't run away, because I'm sure they have feelings for me, and would never leave Silver behind."

Rune nodded. "They love you."

"And I in return."

Rune walked forward and mounted Silver after Arwen did. She directed Silver along the stalls his family members were in, and she unlocked the doors. Through the stable doors Silver trotted, followed by Eclipse, Ice and Midnight. The moon shone its silvery thread on the sands.

Arwen patted Silver, and then bellowed in a loud roar. "Soar!"

Silver neighed in agreement, and suddenly silver winged sprouted from his shoulders, and spread their long fingers, flexing the leathery-skin membrane in between. His mane and ears started disappearing, and instead horns grew. His horse legs were dematerializing, and instead, powerful legs with immense talons clawed at the ground. He grew wider, growing bigger in size everywhere; his head, his length, his wings. The moonlight danced on his scales.

Eclipse's dragon form was hard to see, but Arwen watched in her mind's eye as he grew into his black-scaled body. Golden eyes shone. Midnight too was hard to see, in her darkest of black complexion. Ice, however glowed a blazing white, her blue eyes glittering. She looked as she should if she was related to the Ka, Blue Eyes White Dragon.

Arwen smiled, and Silver beat down his wings in a powerful movement, causing sand to fly everywhere. Airborne, she watched the ground distance itself from her. Several wing beats sounded, and the Children of Leviathan flew side-by-side with their eldest brother.

Rune's arms held his love lovingly throughout the whole flight, and she enjoyed his touch. They all flew the whole night, flying over luxurious cities and small villages; large oases and sparkling rivers. The Nile shone brightly, but not as much as Silver.

It was soon time to turn in. Arwen escorted her Dragon Horses back to their stalls, where they all gave her a kiss goodnight on the cheek. She left them, a small dribble of saliva still on her skin, and she wiped it away with a smile on her face.

Rune and Arwen got back to her room. When the door closed shut, Rune grabbed her hips and spun her to face him. He looked into her eyes, then started kissing her neck. She moaned, running her fingers through his hair. He brought his face back to hers, and whispered. "I love you, Arwen."

"I love you, Rune."

They drew near, and touched their lips in a passionate kiss.

Everthing grew black.

Adare woke up slowly, and lay in her bed, staring at the ceiling. She whispered his name, and wished to get back into that dream's veil and see Rune again.

End of Chapter

Vixen: -too absorbed in Death Note book-

Star: Oi, Vixen? You need to say your stuffs to the audience!

Bakura: As if they appreciate her A/N. Speaking of which, this isn't not even considered A/N!

Shira: Are you sure? This part usually tells the reader what's on my hikari's mind at the time of updating.

Bakura: Yeah, but, with herself bickering with herself?

Shira: You saying that we don't exist? -gasp- I am ASTOUNDED!

Shira: ANYWAY, hope you liked the chapter!

Vixen: -totally oblivious-