The Rainy Day Trip
Part XIV
By Saphron (there's a squiggly red line underneath my name! ::gasp:: what does this mean? You mean to tell me that the all-high and mighty name of "Saphron" in nonexistent??? Oh, oh, oh!)
A/N: I know the last chapter was short, but this one definitely makes up for it I think. Hee-hee, *starts giggling* I had fun writing this…::shakes head:: Cleon, Cleon, Cleon…
Waive: (ie: Disclaimer, interesting word I picked up that of course I have no idea how to pronounce and can therefore never use, but oh well. Means something like disclaimer, I'm sure it's vaguely related.) Let's see, I own, um, I own…er, nothing. I never realized it till now! ::gasp:: Wow, did anyone know this besides me? Are you all plotting against me? Yes, you are! It's a mass conspiracy! No one will tell me a thing! I thought everyone belonged to me, but now I find out I'm wrong! ::gasp again:: you evil, evil people! I can't believe this collaboration!! Wait-no, wait a minute, I've always known that nothing belongs to me…it all belongs to Tamora Pierce! That's right…so, ah, I guess you weren't all conspiring against me..eh-he, sorry for that little mix-up, ::ahem:: on with the story…
His first thought was that he would need help, and lot's of it. He carefully slid away from the crack in the door, nearly knocking over the vase, and then stealthily made his way over to his room. He entered and plopped down on his bed, a frown upon his countenance.
What was he going to do? Well, whatever it was he would need help, he couldn't do it alone. He had to tell someone. He got up, ready to go wake up the rest of the party, and then sat back down again. No one would believe him, why would they? They all hated him in the first place; he had never really been a people-person. And they all just loved Mr. I'll-feed-you-poison.
Which reminded him, the poison had been slipped into the wine, good thing he and Kel and Cleon didn't drink any, (although he was sorely tempted to.) What was that about 24 hours? It must be one of those poisons that takes awhile to circulate throughout the blood stream or something, but in any case, he only had a day or two left before everyone would be rambling idiots. I know nothing about poison/medicine, so I don't know if that makes sense, but the characters need some time to defeat Vlasmear-(doesn't that name sound evil?) so um, I used my creative license.
He should tell someone though, probably Kel or Cleon, not that they'd believe him, but it was more likely than Raoul or someone actually having faith in him. Yes, that's it, he'd tell Kel, she was sensible and levelheaded, she'd probably be the most likely to give him some credit. Well, that is if she didn't still hold a grudge, which was likely.
He again sneaked out of his room for the second time that night to look for Kel, or rather, morning, as this whole transaction had taken quite awhile and it was now close to dawn. What was her room number again? Something in the teens, sixteen maybe. Eighteen! Yes, eighteen was it.
He marched silently over to Kel's door and opened it, all he could see was a figure lying under heaps of silk blankets. He closed the door and walked over to her bed. He raised a hand and was about to shake her shoulder, which he saw peeking out from the covers along with her little nose and the rest of her face. He stopped, and looked at her, she was so peaceful, so calm, so-beautiful.
He shook his head, what was he thinking? And shook her awake, "Kel," he muttered, when he got no reaction he said more fiercely, "Kel! Wake up, it's important."
Kel slowly opened her eyes, was it daybreak already? Upon seeing Joren standing over her she nearly screamed. Instead she just bit her lip and sat straight up in bed, "Joren! What in the hell are you doing? Why are you in my room? Get out so I can get some sleep," she hollered/muttered, obviously annoyed.
She was about to pull the covers over her head again but Joren stopped her, "Shh-Kel, be quiet. I have something to tell you."
"Do you know what time it is?" She said furious.
"Uhh-"
"Is it so much to ask to be able to get a few hours of rest?" She said exasperated, throwing her hands into the air.
"Kel!" She saw the worried, serious expression on his face and decided that as long as she was up she might as well hear him out.
He took a deep breath, "Ok, here's what happened…"
*Meanwhile, a little while before…
Crown pecked angrily at the door, why wasn't Kel opening it for her? She had let her out last night so she could go stretch her wings, and she had come back a few minuets before the sun rose, when Kel would normally be up. Where was she? She was hungry, she wanted some seed, and some water too. At the palace there was always a window to fly through, but here, there weren't any. Or at least none she could find. She had entered through a small hole in the attic roof, where a few shingles had fallen off. She had come to Kel's door, and could even hear noises coming form the room so she knew she was up. But she wasn't answering! This was ridiculous; she wanted breakfast, now. Sorry if I made Crown seem like a brat, not my intention, I luv Crown
But Kel was too busy listening to Joren's story to pay much attention to the little beak pecking at her door, so the little bird flew off to the next best thing; Cleon.
Cleon was sleeping when a little bird entered his room and leaped onto his bed. He always left the door open, just habit. The bird hopped over to Cleon and started pecking his noise. Up, up, get up, now. It cheeped.
Cleon at first ignored the little bit of pain but finally got fed up, "Cwn! G'way, I'mf sleemmfing," he mumbled, pulling the blankets closer. "Grr," he growled and sat up, "what is it?" Seeing how excited the little bird was (naturally, she was hungry, birds can eat a lot y'know, sorry, back to story) he immediately thought of Kel, what if Crown was coming to get him because she was hurt or in trouble? Without even bothering to rationalize or get dressed properly he bounded out of bed, and ran at breakneck speed out of his room, barley remembering to shrug on some pants first.
*Meanwhile, back in Kel's room.
After hearing his story she had ordered him to turn his back while she quickly threw on some breeches and a vest. Then she stood to face him and crossed her arms. "How do I know you're not lying? He seemed pretty nice to me," lair, she thought, you know perfectly well that this Vlas-guy is creepy with a capitol C. "Or just playing some dumb trick," which he hasn't done in a long time, "or making this all up," why in the hell would he do that?
"Or-" But before she could make another point of argument he grabbed both her arms and nearly shook her to death. "Kel! Think about it, why would I lie to you?!" His hands were shaking and his eyes were desperate.
"I would never, ever do that! And especially not about something as important as this!" Against her better judgement she decided to believe him. The rational part of her mind told her that he was a big jerk who was probably just trying to trick her, but the other part of her mind looked into his worried, pathetic eyes; eyes that begged for acceptance and trust, and she just couldn't say no. Nor could she look away.
Just about then, Cleon burst through the room, as always, with the worst possible timing, nearly knocking the door off it's hinge, and barged in, slamming it shut and once again nearly disabling the poor piece of wood.
He took in the situation in an instant, of course getting the wrong impression, as his eyes strayed to Kel's worried ones and Joren's hungry ones and his hands on her arms. Which in his eyes didn't look so good.
"Get away from her you ass-whole!" He hissed, "you god-damn let go of her right now!"
Joren half spun, glaring at Cleon, but he let go.
Cleon yanked him back by the collar of his shirt anyhow, "you son-of-a-bitch! Don't let me ever catch you with your greasy paws on her again or I'll-"
"Relax, Kennan, just relax. "
"Don't tell me what to do you sleezebag!" Someone's pissed
"It's not what you think, we were just talking for crissakes."
"Talking my a-"
"Cleon!" Kel interposed, "enough. He's right. We weren't doing anything," she rolled her eyes, embarrassed. "God."
"Oh," First Cleon looked suspicious. Then he looked confused. Then he looked embarrassed. Then he looked all three. "Well, alright then." He said awkwardly as he let go of Joren's shirt.
Joren muttered under his breath something that sounded suspiciously like 'clown-head' before he started scowling at Cleon. "Well as long as you've come to the whore-house, care for a go?" He sneered sarcastically.
"Joren!" Kel shrieked.
"What?" he said innocently.
Kel rolled her eyes; Cleon started to look suspicious again. Joren smirked and sat down on Kel's bed. "Listen up Kennan, this is important…"
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~*Saphron*~
A/N: I know, I know, some of the cussing was really a tad bit modernized, I don't think there's any Christ in Tortall (but I I'm not TP so I don't know) but oh well I'm using my creative author's license. It has this pretty little picture of me on it, and all these random numbers and a little box in the corner that clearly says, "as a fanfic author, Saphron has the right to do anything she damn well pleases with her stories." So there ya go. I mean hey, if it's written down it's gotta be legal. I apologize to all that were thus offended by any profanity/any other cause of offendoment! All in simple fun. And you hafta admit, it was pretty funny. ::starts laughing uncontrollably again:: (pg or pg-13 peeps?)
A/A/N: I have once again changed my plans! (All because this chapter was, like I aid last time, written on *impulse*) Don't know if you all remember, but sadly, there will be no spideren attack. Or at least I don' think so. I don't know, anything can happen.
A/A/A/N: Thank you to everyone who reviewed last chapter! Which made me write this instead of studying for a Spanish quiz that I most likely failed! (por y para, not fun) And thanks to all who told me proper roman numerals, I originally had it IVX if you can imagine, I know, I know, what a dolt. But oh well, thanks to all you educated people out there I have saved what little non-humiliated part of me I have left! I commend you all.
A/A/A/A/N: 'Nother thing, last chapter, if you bothered reading the author's note, you'll see a little line saying that he was captured, which obviously he wasn't. I had just at the last minute decided to take out the line that said, "the next thin he knew little bright stars were floating around in mid-air, then, total blackness." And forgot to change the author's note. I know, I know, I do everything on impulse and all my original plans get ruined. ::Sighs:: And I had a dungeon to lock him in to! But this chapter just came to me and it seemed so funny, I mean come on, " Well as long as you've come to the whore-house, care for a go?" Cracks me up. No offense to anybody out there but anyhow, I couldn't leave this chapter out so he got saved from kidnapping. Plus I figured someone might notice. ::shrugs:: oh well, whatever. Maybe my little dungeon will come in use one day…
A/A/A/A/A/N: (I think I hold some sort of a/n record here) Some peeps have requested that is become a K/J fic, or at least have a K/J theme involved. I really don't know what to do. One thing, I really don't think that the real SQUIRE is going to have any K/J but that's just my opinion. I think it's gunna be K/C (yeah, I like Cleon!) but I dunno. Second, Sulia Serafine is the currant resident K/J ficauthor and I don't want to interfere on her turf or 'copy' any of her ideas. (What do y'all think?-Sulia, if you're reading this right now then please, please e-mail me turtlegirl884488@aol.com and tell me if you mind if this possibly becomes K/J, I swear I won't if you say no. And anyone else who wants to e-mail me about questions/comments you can J ) And plus I was originally, if anything, going to have a bit of K/C (as seen in the water fight) but now I don't know! K/J would be a challenge, but I admit, it kinda appeals to me…I really don't know! What do y'all think? K/J, K/C or nothing. You get to vote! Tell me pleez, the future of this fic, rests in your hands! ::stands up nobly with hand over heart:: Ok, I'm done playing politician, who's up for steak? Sorry, random, goodbye.
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