A Rahne Story
Chapter One-
Of Wolves and Fire
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"Roberto, come back her NOW!" Amara screamed, waving her arms in a comical manner. I'm pretty sure that hollering will do nary a good on her royal vocal chords, but she had it coming to her. Meanwhile, Roberto imitated her gestures, waving the stolen purse in the air between them. Amara looked burst to fit. Ah, `tis a funny thing, living here at the mansion. Unlike those older recruits, none of the adults pay attention to us. That leaves us free to play these little games and do what we want, the only obligations we have are to clean after ourselves and get good grades. Phht. Like that would happen. Something hit me on the side of my head and knocked me back into reality. Amara's purse dropped into my lap and I looked up to see Roberto grinning at me. I did not want to get in the way of a mad Amara so I threw it back to Roberto and sat back and watched. They could be at it for a while.
After five minutes of Roberto playing one-sided monkey in the middle (Amara was caught hook, line and sinker; if she just left him alone he would eventually give her her purse back) Ororo came out and announced it was time for lunch. She eyed Roberto and Amara warily. "What is going on?" Amara immediately piped up and said, "That uncivilized bum refuses to hand me my purse! I want my belonging NOW!!!!" Roberto growled angrily and I stifled a giggle from the sidelines. Amara's little outbursts are always fun to listen to as long as your not the person under her wrath. Ororo smiled pleasantly and motioned towards Roberto. "Do as she says. Give it back." Roberto gave Amara an angry look and threw a glare at Miss Ororo and threw Amara her purse. He stomped his foot and the sun's fire traveled up his body. He turned around and left in a huff, growling obscenities and angry words from under his veil of fire. I sighed and went after him, but still in time enough to hear Amara
mutter, "Stupid excitable peasant. Such outbursts are disgraceful." I decided then and there Amara was not my favorite person today.... Ah, well, there was always tomorrow.
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Two minutes later and I'm still after Roberto. Once he gets into one of his rages he can run and run, and I like to use my powers as a last resort. He's got a good start on me but he's still visible, his lit up body flickering as clouds went and passed over the sun. Suddenly he stopped and I was given a good chance to walk up to him. Once I was by his side I started to talk. Nay, I am not one to favor silence. I much rather have the air filled with voices rather than tension. "So..." I started. "As long as we're out here we might as well talk. Have a topic to toss up?" He shrugged and I tugged on his arm. "Well, I'm sure we can ponder up a conversation on the way back. How about..." I took a chance and punched him playfully in the arm. "The high princess herself?" Roberto flinched and screwed his face up in disgust, so I decided to make a jest at him. I stopped and walk in front of him, my hand on my hip. Curling my lip in dissatisfaction I poked a finger into his shoulder.
" How dare you ignore me, peasant! Treat me with the proper respect you...." Roberto chuckled and held his hands up in a mocking manner. "My lady, I am ever so sorry for offending you. Would it please you if I licked you feet?" By now I was laughing at his ridiculous antics and held onto his arm for support as we both laughed.
By the time we stopped laughing we came to the mansion and went our separate ways, me to the kitchen and Roberto to the pool. When I got to the kitchen I was not very surprised to see ten Jamies milling around, carrying bowls and ingredients to tonight's dinner. In the midst of them was Kitty Pride, looking helpless. "I told Jamie he could help...." She pouted, crossing her arms across her sweater. I for one immensely dislike Katherine Pryde. Every time she comes home from that Alvers `house' she smells of cigarette smoke and stale alcohol. My aunt had always warned me of alcohol and I was deadly afraid of the stuff. I have seen many a people come out of the local pub seemingly dead. But, back to the subject, she is a spoilt brat. She treats us terribly and flirts nonstop with everybody she crosses.... Even poor Kurt. I won't even get to Kurt.... A bowl came crashing to the ground as one of the Jamies disappeared. It must be very unnerving to know you will pop out of
existence any second but the clones don't seem to care. I sighed and bent down, picking up the bowl. Turning to Kitty, I waved her away. "Don't be a third wheel. Get out." She frowned at me and I gave her a sweet smile and got to work. Dinner was soon and no one took kindly to empty stomachs.
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By the time dinner was done there were only six Jamies left. We put ourselves to use by setting the huge dinner table, and slowly everyone flooded in, taunted by the delicious smell of food. I sat myself down next to Roberto and Bobby, and was quite surprised to see Amara sit on Roberto's other side. She tapped him on the shoulder and flashed him her million dollar smile, motioning towards the potato salad. "Could you pass that to me?" Roberto scowled at her and pushed the salad further down the table, out of her reach. Bobby leaned over to me and whispered, "Here it comes..." Instead of a storm of insults towards Roberto, Amara simply leaned over towards the salad, shoving a reasonable amount of bust into poor Roberto's face. A wave of jealousy swept through me but I pushed it down. As I said, Amara was not my favorite person that day.
AN: Please review! Not using this as an excuse, but this is my first fic ever. Just tell me what I did wrong or if you liked it and I'll be happy. Next chapter soon!
Chapter One-
Of Wolves and Fire
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"Roberto, come back her NOW!" Amara screamed, waving her arms in a comical manner. I'm pretty sure that hollering will do nary a good on her royal vocal chords, but she had it coming to her. Meanwhile, Roberto imitated her gestures, waving the stolen purse in the air between them. Amara looked burst to fit. Ah, `tis a funny thing, living here at the mansion. Unlike those older recruits, none of the adults pay attention to us. That leaves us free to play these little games and do what we want, the only obligations we have are to clean after ourselves and get good grades. Phht. Like that would happen. Something hit me on the side of my head and knocked me back into reality. Amara's purse dropped into my lap and I looked up to see Roberto grinning at me. I did not want to get in the way of a mad Amara so I threw it back to Roberto and sat back and watched. They could be at it for a while.
After five minutes of Roberto playing one-sided monkey in the middle (Amara was caught hook, line and sinker; if she just left him alone he would eventually give her her purse back) Ororo came out and announced it was time for lunch. She eyed Roberto and Amara warily. "What is going on?" Amara immediately piped up and said, "That uncivilized bum refuses to hand me my purse! I want my belonging NOW!!!!" Roberto growled angrily and I stifled a giggle from the sidelines. Amara's little outbursts are always fun to listen to as long as your not the person under her wrath. Ororo smiled pleasantly and motioned towards Roberto. "Do as she says. Give it back." Roberto gave Amara an angry look and threw a glare at Miss Ororo and threw Amara her purse. He stomped his foot and the sun's fire traveled up his body. He turned around and left in a huff, growling obscenities and angry words from under his veil of fire. I sighed and went after him, but still in time enough to hear Amara
mutter, "Stupid excitable peasant. Such outbursts are disgraceful." I decided then and there Amara was not my favorite person today.... Ah, well, there was always tomorrow.
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Two minutes later and I'm still after Roberto. Once he gets into one of his rages he can run and run, and I like to use my powers as a last resort. He's got a good start on me but he's still visible, his lit up body flickering as clouds went and passed over the sun. Suddenly he stopped and I was given a good chance to walk up to him. Once I was by his side I started to talk. Nay, I am not one to favor silence. I much rather have the air filled with voices rather than tension. "So..." I started. "As long as we're out here we might as well talk. Have a topic to toss up?" He shrugged and I tugged on his arm. "Well, I'm sure we can ponder up a conversation on the way back. How about..." I took a chance and punched him playfully in the arm. "The high princess herself?" Roberto flinched and screwed his face up in disgust, so I decided to make a jest at him. I stopped and walk in front of him, my hand on my hip. Curling my lip in dissatisfaction I poked a finger into his shoulder.
" How dare you ignore me, peasant! Treat me with the proper respect you...." Roberto chuckled and held his hands up in a mocking manner. "My lady, I am ever so sorry for offending you. Would it please you if I licked you feet?" By now I was laughing at his ridiculous antics and held onto his arm for support as we both laughed.
By the time we stopped laughing we came to the mansion and went our separate ways, me to the kitchen and Roberto to the pool. When I got to the kitchen I was not very surprised to see ten Jamies milling around, carrying bowls and ingredients to tonight's dinner. In the midst of them was Kitty Pride, looking helpless. "I told Jamie he could help...." She pouted, crossing her arms across her sweater. I for one immensely dislike Katherine Pryde. Every time she comes home from that Alvers `house' she smells of cigarette smoke and stale alcohol. My aunt had always warned me of alcohol and I was deadly afraid of the stuff. I have seen many a people come out of the local pub seemingly dead. But, back to the subject, she is a spoilt brat. She treats us terribly and flirts nonstop with everybody she crosses.... Even poor Kurt. I won't even get to Kurt.... A bowl came crashing to the ground as one of the Jamies disappeared. It must be very unnerving to know you will pop out of
existence any second but the clones don't seem to care. I sighed and bent down, picking up the bowl. Turning to Kitty, I waved her away. "Don't be a third wheel. Get out." She frowned at me and I gave her a sweet smile and got to work. Dinner was soon and no one took kindly to empty stomachs.
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By the time dinner was done there were only six Jamies left. We put ourselves to use by setting the huge dinner table, and slowly everyone flooded in, taunted by the delicious smell of food. I sat myself down next to Roberto and Bobby, and was quite surprised to see Amara sit on Roberto's other side. She tapped him on the shoulder and flashed him her million dollar smile, motioning towards the potato salad. "Could you pass that to me?" Roberto scowled at her and pushed the salad further down the table, out of her reach. Bobby leaned over to me and whispered, "Here it comes..." Instead of a storm of insults towards Roberto, Amara simply leaned over towards the salad, shoving a reasonable amount of bust into poor Roberto's face. A wave of jealousy swept through me but I pushed it down. As I said, Amara was not my favorite person that day.
AN: Please review! Not using this as an excuse, but this is my first fic ever. Just tell me what I did wrong or if you liked it and I'll be happy. Next chapter soon!