04/01/02 After Easter
::Hungry!::
Oh Gods no....
::Elfy! Daddy! Hungry!::
~Don't call me 'daddy'....~
::Daddy!::
~My name is Mewtwo.~
::Daddy!::
~Mewtwo!~
::DADDY!::
~Oh the hell with this. Lashana? Lashana wake up.~
No. Not moving. You can't make me. I grabbed a pillow and pulled it over my head.
~Does that actually work?~
"Mfprt."
~What?~
Yes. The hammock swung slightly as the body next to me shifted, stealing a portion of my pillow that I was using to either block out the voices or render myself unconscious via suffocation. Whichever happened first was fine with me.
::HUNGRY!!::
"Nfrt." Go away.
::Elfy!::
"Hmpfrt." Please go away.
::HUNGRY!!!::
"Wrfmt." Why me Gods? Why?
~This isn't working.~
Shut up, you. I shoved the pillow off of my head and rose my gaze to the small green dragon that was perched on the anchor of the hammock almost directly above me, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he glanced down at the knot under his talons. "Don't you dare."
::Hungry!:: And the little bastard bit through the knot.
"WAAAH!" THUD! "Owww......"
::Hehehe!::
~That one definitely takes after you,~ Mewtwo grumbled from where he was lying on the floor next to me, our feet firmly entangled in the blankets and the half of the hammock that was still secured to the ceiling.
I growled at him and lowered my head to bang my forehead against the floor. It had been just under a week, but in that time, the hatchlings had developed their own attitudes. Kalamadea was the protective intellectual one that reminded me of a Wise Dragon from a legend I had once read. Akhor was the cuddler and quiet observer that tended to steal food when no one was looking, then spit it up under the couch if he didn't like it. And Korin....Korin was the trouble-maker. It's hard to imagine something the height of a hardcover fiction book being a trouble maker, but Lords Above, he excelled at it. Especially since the trio had finally figured out how to fly : he regularly led the them on dive-bombing missions against Telca's cat, Mischief.
They had all acquired fully distinctive voices too. Akhor's was soft and calm. Kalamadea's was a low tenor, surprising for something his size. Korin's voice was much like Kalamadea's only his had a cooler, slightly sinister edge to it. Especially when he was pulling a prank.
"Korin. You're getting leftovers for breakfast," I grumbled as I tried to fight my way free of the blankets, only succeeding in getting myself even more entangled. Ahh! Get it off! Get it off! I'm half-asleep and the blankets are trying to keep me from my coffee!!
~Calm down,~ Mewtwo chuckled, as he grabbed my arm and simply teleported us out of the mess.
"Oooh. What time is it?" I groaned as I grabbed one of my extra housecoats and pulled it on over my shorts and tank-top. I had started out the night in my usual bed with my Bonded, but when the dragons had dragged me out of bed and down to the Kitchen, I hadn't managed to make it back to my room. How the hell did I get here again anyway?
~I found you sleeping upright against the fridge,~ the pokemon supplied. ~And it's eight am.~
"Oh. Thanks. And get out of my head." I turned towards the door, took a step, and promptly tripped over a pillow, re-establishing my forehead's love of the hardwood floor. "This is getting old."
~You're telling me,~ Mewtwo smirked as he walked over and helped me to my feet, his gaze going to the floor afterwards. ~I think you left a dent.~
Oooh. Funny.
~Thanks.~
"Get out of my head!"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"The little darlings got hungry again, hmm?" Duncan greeted us as Mewtwo and I walked into the kitchen. Well...he walked. I was riding piggy-back. I mean hey, he's 6'7" and 279 lbs, carrying me is nothing!
~When are they not hungry?~ Mewtwo sighed as he knelt and let me dismount. It took me a moment for my body to register that it was now supposed to move under it's own power before I managed to stagger over to the coffee machine.
::Hungry!::
I glared at the trio that flew into the Kitchen, watching as they all took separate perches around the room. "You can wait. I need coffee. Coffee is the only thing that keeping me alive at this point!"
Akhor hissed plaintively. ::Hungry!!::
::Shh! Mommy has a headache,:: Kalamadea said, flying over to Akhor and lightly smacking him with a wing.
"And stop calling me 'mommy'!"
::Elfy!::
I rolled my eyes towards the ceiling. "Goddess give me strength."
At this point, I was so absorbed in my need for caffeine that I hadn't noticed that Duncan had been kind enough to get out the cans of salmon and chicken, three bowls and the can opener. At least I didn't until I turned around. "Thanks, MacLeod."
"No problem. You look like you need a vacation."
"I'd settle for a new bottle of Tylenol threes," I sighed, setting my cup of coffee aside as I went about opening the cans. I was the only one that could safely do this. Anyone else who tried to feed them would be immediately attacked by three starving dragons. Kang still hadn't gotten those stitches out of his arm yet....
~You're still getting headaches?~ Mewtwo frowned as he poured himself a cup of coffee, warily standing back as I carried the three bowls of food over to the table and gave the signal for the dragons to eat. I barely managed to duck out of the way.
"Yeah. They're not getting worse....but they're not getting any better either," I told him as I watched Korin balance on the edge of the bowl, his neck fully extended so that he could bury his head into the bowl. My Gods....how can they eat like that? They're like mini vacuum cleaners!
Duncan handed me my cup of coffee and a box of ovation stick mints. "I can go out and get another bottle if you want," he offered, watching with wide eyes as I guzzled down the coffee then went to refill my mug.
"Nah. I'll overdose on pills the way I'm going. I'll adapt." Mewtwo stared at me from where he was sitting at the island counter, the intense scrutiny I was being given making me look over at him. "What?"
~Will you let me try something? I promise that I won't go near your private thoughts, but I think I know what's going on.~ I blinked at him over the rim of my mug, raising an eyebrow curiously. ~To put it plainly... you've got too many psychic links going.~
I could've told you that. I sighed and walked over to him. "Go ahead then. But what are you going to do?"
~Think of them as dampening fields. As long as you don't object, I can place them on the Links and psychically monitor them for you. Until you have the time to let me teach you how to do it on your own, that is.~
"Well, you're always in my head anyway. This won't be much different," I teased lightly, earning myself a trademarked smirk from the pokemon. "Alright. Go ahead then." There was a tiny belch from the direction of the table. "Korin excuse yourself."
Mewtwo chuckled and rose his hands. ~Close your eyes.~ He waited until I had done so before I felt him rest his hands on my forehead, thumbs on my temples and the other two digits on the sides of my head. I did my best to keep myself as calm as I could as I sensed him ease himself into my mind. I damn near cheered with joy seconds later when the headache vanished. Gone as quickly as it had appeared a week ago.
~I'll be damned.~
That's never a good thing to say when you're in my head, 'Two. I thought at him as I opened my eyes to meet his still glowing gaze, knowing that he'd hear me.
He chuckled and pulled away, the blue sheen fading from his eyes. ~You know how the dragons think we're their parents?~
Kinda hard not to considering they call us 'mommy' and 'daddy'.
~You're not going to believe this, but your headache's caused by the telepathic link that they've been building between the two of us.~
What?! I figured that was worth a double scream. "What?!" Both Mewtwo and Duncan winced. "Oooh. Blacky's gonna go postal...."
"Who's gonna do what now?"
I glanced over at Kang as he strolled into the Kitchen and mustered up a smile. "Hey. How's your arm?"
"Itchy," he grumbled, idly scratching at the thick bandage on his left forearm.
"Wish you'd just let me Heal you," I sighed as I slid onto a stool next to Mewtwo, reaching out to grab my box of Ovation stick mints, barely managing to save them from a dive-bombing Kalamadea. "Mine."
::Daaaaaddy!::
~Oh no! Don't you look at me like that!~ The pokemon, like me, was extremely vulnerable to the big-eyes treatment. ~No.... Aw hell. That's so cute...~
I grumbled and broke a piece off my mint, handing it to Kalamadea before looking at a chuckling Kang. "Shut up."
"I said nothing!" he grinned. "So who's gonna go postal?"
Akhor and Korin landed on my shoulders then, distracting me from the explanation Mewtwo was giving to Duncan and Kang. I grumbled some more and gave the little terrors small pieces of chocolate before they tried to mob Kalamadea. Not that it would work, Kalamadea was the biggest of the three, and he had mine and Mewtwo's stubbornness. Not that that was a good thing....
"Wait wait. So how many psychic links do you have going?" Kang asked, startling me out of my silent reverie.
"Uh....five."
"Geez," Duncan muttered. "No wonder you're getting headaches."
Naw, really? You think? "Kang, don't even think about giving Korin any coffee." The draconian glanced at me guiltily. I glared. He winced. I kept glaring. He gave the hatchling to Duncan. "That's better." I looked towards the doorway as a familiar heavy tread come our way and smiled at my Bonded. "Well hello. You're up early."
"Got woken up by Zelgadis' screaming," he shrugged as he came over to me and hugged me. I arched an eyebrow at him when his hands wandered. "So how are you this morning, Lashana-chan?"
I did a double take. "What?!"
He blinked at me. "How are you?"
"You called me 'Lashana-chan'."
"Er....I did?"
~Yes.~ I saw Mewtwo frown at the Digimon.
"And why the hell are your eyes purple?! Oh....my....gods...."
The double of my Bonded leered at me. "Yare, yare. You saw through the spell, Lashana-chan!"
"AAHHH!!!! GETOFFGETOFFGETOFF!!!!" Xellos may be immortal and near indestructible, but the body of my Bonded that he was currently in wasn't. Thankfully I wasn't the only one who realized this.
"Lashana! Catch!"
WHAM!! WHAM!! WHAM!!
"...ow..." THUD!
I looked down at the unconscious Digimon-Double on the floor and handed the greatly dented frying pan back to Duncan. "Thanks." Three weights landed on me then, two clinging to the sleeves of my housecoat and one to the collar. A quick glance discovered that all three dragons were hissing protectively, glaring at the form on the floor angrily.
~If Xellos is in his body....then....~ Mewtwo and I exchanged horrified glances.
"AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!?!?!"
The echoes of the scream faded moments later, giving us the chance for our ears to pop and recover before insane cackles filled the air. I groaned.
"April Fools! Hehe!" I looked over at the portal behind me as Telca stuck her head through it, a shit-eating grin plastered on her face.
"I'll get you for this," I growled.
"Ha! Like to see you try!" she laughed as she retreated into the portal and closed it behind her.
I snarled. "This means war!!"
::Mommy? Daddy? What 'April Fools'?:: Kalamadea asked from his perch on my right shoulder.
"Mewtwo don't you dare....wait. Wait that's perfect!"
He looked at me disapprovingly. ~You can't seriously be thinking of using them to get back at Telca!~
"'Use' is such an ugly term," I smiled. "Gather 'round boys. The Elf's got a plan!"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I, of course, got damage duty. Which meant that I had to go calm Blackwargreymon down before his screams deafened everyone in the Palace. Sigh. The things I do for some people.... My dragons were doing aerobatics above me as they followed me to my bedroom, nearly frightening me out of my wits when they did dangerously close flybys of light fixtures, walls, and the occasional Harem Member. However, they all took their usual perches on my shoulders and arms as I cautiously entered the bedroom, flashes of yellows and reds telling me that they were as on edge as I was. "Black?"
A whimper drew my attention to the form that was cocooned in blankets on the bed. A form that was much too small to be my Bonded....at least normally. I sighed and walked over to him, sitting on the edge of the bed and tugging at the blanket until a single golden eye blinked up at me. "Hey," I murmured softly.
He groaned and pulled the blanket over his head again. "Don't look at me."
"If it makes you feel better, Xellos is unconscious downstairs. Once he transforms back into his own body, he'll find that he's crazy glued to a chair that's in front of a TV."
"Teletubbies?"
"And Care Bears and Barney," I smiled, seeing the form under the blankets shiver. "You do realize why Telca did this...right?"
"Because she's a psycho warbitch from hell?"
I chuckled. "It's April Fool's Day."
There was a moment of silence before I heard a low threatening growl. "Tell me you're going to get her back."
"Of course I'm going to get her back!" I scoffed as Akhor jumped off my shoulder and proceeded to wriggle his way under the blankets. I didn't stop him. Black could use some comfort right now, and if he wouldn't let me help him, then the cuddliest dragon would.
"Good. Oh.... Why is Akhor grinning at me?"
"Because he knows it's you. They recognise people by sight and empathy. If one's being fooled, then the other sense takes over." I smiled at Kalamadea as I spoke. He had been the one to show me that. It still amazed me how intelligent the trio was despite their young age. "If you're not coming out of there, then I'll let Akhor stay while the rest of us go wage war on Telca."
"Rest?" The blankets shifted until a pair of golden eyes could blink at me. "You're corrupting the dragons, aren't you?"
"One of them is already corrupted," I chuckled with a pointed look at Korin.
The little green dragon showed his fangs in a draconic grin, eyes sparkling with mischief. ::Can I go play now, mommy?::
"Yes. And stop calling me 'mommy'."
::Elfy?::
I looked away from the green dragon that was flying out of the room. "Yes, Kalamadea?" I blinked as flashes of purple, green and blue did a strobe light affect across my minds eye, then grinned. "Yeah. You can help. Just let me get changed...." Pause. "That means let go, by the way. Uh...Kalamadea? Let. Go." There was the distinct sound of a giggle. "Oy...."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
While I was trying to pry Kalamadea from myself, Mewtwo and Kang were setting up the little 'trap' for Telca as Duncan played lookout for them. Little did I know that Telca's maniac side was far from satisfied by the prank she had already played. If I had even suspected the other three dozen traps she had set up around the Palace, I would have gathered my Guys and gone to Maui for a month.
So imagine my surprise when I walked out of my bedroom just to have my clean outfit of sneakers, jeans and a light blue tank-top exposed to the silly-string bomb that exploded millimetres away from my face. I groaned and looked over at Kalamadea, sighing as I reached out to pick neon pink string off of his snout and wings. Isn't Telca grand?
::Elfy? What this?:: he asked as he clawed at a clump of string that was hanging off his horns.
"This, young one, is called silly-string. Consider this your first lesson in prankster warfare."
::....Icky.::
"That's because you're not supposed to eat it. Spit that out." I clawed the string out of my hair, pulled a clump out from under my shirt and took a step forward.....
....just to get plastered by six water balloons.
I sighed. "This is going to be a loooong day."
Kalamadea shivered and cuddled closer to my neck, whimpering softly. ::Want daddy.::
There's nothing like a whimpering hatchling to make one determined to get it whatever the hell it wants. "Kay." I opened a portal - frankly I was afraid to take another step - and hopped through it, emerging in the Main Hall. "Uh....Guys?"
::Daddy!::
I turned as Kalamadea launched himself off my shoulder towards someone behind me and stared at a sequined covered Mewtwo. "Oh my...."
He winced and let the little dragon land on his shoulder, avoiding my gaze completely. ~Don't say it. Please don't say it.~
Sequins! Hehehe!! I saw him glare at me and coughed. "I'm saying nothing. Where's Kang?"
"Here."
A quick glance in his direction afforded me with the sight of a draconian that had apparently been introduced to the same silly-string bomb that I had. "You too huh?" He nodded morosely, and I sighed as I walked over and reached up to remove most of the string that had gotten caught on his wingtips. "Where's Duncan?"
The draconian grumbled. "Hiding out in the attic."
::Daddy shiny!::
I snickered at the groan that Mewtwo let out and looked at a baffled Kang. "Kalamadea thinks 'Two looks shiny." Oh the glare I got from the pokemon would have melted glass. "What? You do. Actually....you're hurting my eyes."
~I can't get them off. They've got some sort of adhesive on them,~ he grumbled. I snickered again and went over to him, gently picking off a few sequins that were dangerously close to his eyes.
"It wouldn't be so bad if you didn't have fur," I commented as I picked a few more off. "Kalamadea, don't eat them. You'll choke."
::Daddy look better purple.:: the hatchling said plaintively, turning big-eyes on the both of us. Oh how I wish I had a defence to that look....
"Y'know. We could always borrow Wolverine's shaver," Kang suggested, backing away when Mewtwo and I both glared at him. "Or not."
"Can't you...oh I don't know...build a Barrier around your skin and push it outwards so it takes all the sequins off?" I suggested.
The pokemon looked at me in shock. ~That's a great idea!~
I glared. "Try not to sound so surprised, okay?"
~Sorry. Here, take Kalamadea.~ I sighed and accepted the hatchling, cradling him in my arms as I backed away. Kang an I both watched as Mewtwo's eyes started glowing blue, a faint shimmer appearing around him, growing into a full power Barrier as it separated the sequins from his body....
~YEOWCH!!!~
Apparently both he and I had forgotten to take into consideration that since the sequins were glued to him, removing them would also take considerable amounts of fur with them. Hence the fact that Mewtwo was hopping around while yelping incoherently.
After taking a moment or two to try to get my snickering under control, I loosed a Healing spell on him, grinning when he heaved a sigh of relief before rubbing at a tiny bald spot just below his left arm. ~That hurt.~
"We could tell," Kang chuckled. I fwaped him while Kalamadea launched himself at Mewtwo, a squeak of pleasure escaping the little dragon when the pokemon caught him, letting him nuzzle against his chest.
"There they are! Charge!!"
"Oh shit, run!" I yelled as the team of Telca, Beast, Remy, Wolverine and Nightcrawler ran at us, each armed with cans of silly-string and suction-cup dart guns. I shoved Kang into a portal that led to somewhere in the Palace and grabbed Mewtwo's wrist, dragging him after me as I made a break for the front doors. I was dimly aware of him pulling out of my grasp as I slammed myself against said doors, throwing them open and proceeding to make a run for the neon yellow hedges near the Main Gates.
Why were the hedges neon yellow, you ask? The same reason that driveway was a brilliant blue. Mainly the fact that the Easter Egg hunt we had done two days ago had turned into the most insane paint-war fight ever. Complete with an explosion of paint that had redecorated everything within a half-mile radius of the Palace. We were hoping that the next rainstorm would wash everything clean before we all went blind from overexposure to the bright neon pink lawn.
~Lashana! Get on!~
Huh? I glanced over at Mewtwo as he ran after me and blinked when he swerved so that he was directly infront of me. Now?
~Just do it!~ I rolled my eyes and leapt onto his back, surprised when my sudden added weight didn't even make him falter. ~Haven't you ever wondered why my legs are this huge?~
I figured it was because of those cartons of Ding-Dongs you keep stealing from Telca every week.... WHOA!!! I yelped and threw my arms around the large purple shoulders, clinging to him tightly as he sped up. Holy freakin' shit! Since when have you been able to do this?!
~Always,~ he chuckled in my mind as he sped up even more, outdistancing Telca's group as he ran for the backyard.
Why didn't you TELL me?! You're incredible! I threw my head back and cackled. "YAAAHHHOOO!!!!! HAHAHA!!!"
~Ack. That was my ear you just yelled into.~
Oh. So THAT'S what those horn things are. "Sorry!" I grinned, yelping when he leapt over the pool, then landed without missing a stride. "This is so frickin' kewl!"
::Frickin' kewl!::
I gulped and looked at Kalamadea where he was hanging onto Mewtwo's shoulder. "Whoops. Forgot about the impressionable mind."
~Nice going Lashana. Uh oh. Hang on!~ I screamed as he skidded to a full stop then leapt straight upwards, clearing the trees with a single bound.
"WHEEEE!!!"
~You really are nuts,~ he laughed as he kept us floating in mid-air, a blue shield of psychic energy surrounding us as what I could only describe as a plaid cloud started raining dark orange paint.
"I think we overdid it with that paint bomb...." I murmured as a neon green bird flew past us.
~Duh.~
"That's my line!"
::Duh!::
I stared at a grinning Kalamadea for a moment before groaning. "Look what you did! You're corrupting my dragons!"
~Me?!~
::Frickin' kewl!::
"Erm....nevermind."
~Uh huh.~
"Get down here and fight like an Elf!!" I rolled my eyes then looked down at a glaring Telca, grinning as I made faces at her
"Nyah-nyah! Hehe. Can't get me. Nyah-nyah n-nyah-nyah!"
~Lashana, quit taunting the psychopath.~
BAMF!
"Gotcha!"
I loosed a screech of surprise and tried to fight my free of the hands that had grabbed onto my shoulders. Getoffgetoffgetoff!!!! A low dangerous growl caught my attention, and I gasped in surprise as Kalamadea stood on all fours on Mewtwo's shoulders and arched his back, neck lowered in a threatening posture. His wings spread to their full extension, small wing-claws drawing close to each other as he angled them forward, crackles of electricity gathering into a sphere between the two tips. What in the worlds??
"Whoa!" Nightcrawler - who had been hanging onto my back - cried as the small, yet rather powerful, blast of lightning slammed into his left shoulder, knocking him off of me.
"Mewtwo!" I yelled, gathering a still hissing Kalamadea in my arms as Nightcrawler fell towards the ground, semi-conscious.
~I'm on it! Hold on!~ He dove sharply, the Barrier fading from around us as he raced to catch the teenage mutant. I couldn't stand to watch, so I buried my face against his shoulders and merely clung to my trembling dragon. Pleasepleaseplease....
It wasn't until Mewtwo lightly landed that I rose my head, peering over his shoulder at the dazed Nightcrawler he had in his arms. Oh thank you Lords.....I heaved a sigh of relief and lowered my forehead to the pokemon's shoulder, closing my eyes wearily. Kalamadea?
There was a flash of sullen greyish blue. ::Did bad?::
No, dearheart..... Well, yes, a little. Are you alright? I felt him shiver and curl up tighter against me.
::....sorry....:: The tone was so soft, so guilt-ridden, that I couldn't help but cuddle him closer, murmuring reassurance to him as he clung to me.
"Sweet flamin' shit! What the hell happened?!" Well, there went the rule about no swearing around the hatchlings.
~It wasn't his fault. Kalamadea thought Lashana and I were being threatened,~ Mewtwo said softly as he let Beast take the disoriented youth from him. ~We didn't even know he could do an attack like that.~
Telca's expression softened. "He okay?"
"Just shaken up...." I muttered, looking at Telca as Kalamadea tried to burrow further into my arms. "He's sorry."
She sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "You do realize that I don't usually let people off so easy after hurting one of my Guys, right?" She apparently didn't notice the angry glare Mewtwo was sending her as she continued. "I suppose I can make an exception... But you owe me a box of Ding-Dongs! I keep running out of the damned things...."
I exchanged glances with Mewtwo. "Deal." Quick 'Two! Teleport us out of here before she changes her mind! Blue light immediately surrounded us, and by the time my eyes refocused, we were in the Kitchen. Phew...
~That's it? After all that, just 'phew'?~ the pokemon asked, looking back at me in disbelief.
"It's all I can manage at the moment," I said with a wince. "Can you help me down? I've got a cramp in my leg...." I felt his tail wrap around my waist, tightening gently as he lifted me off his back and set me on my feet. I of course, simply collapsed to the floor, partially because my leg wasn't being cooperative, and partly because Kalamadea was starting to freak me out. Kalamadea? C'mon, hun, everything's okay.....
~Give him to me.~ Not waiting for an answer, Mewtwo knelt in front of me and gently took the hatchling into his arms, giving me the opportunity to grab the edge of the island counter and haul myself onto a stool. I watched him closely as he cradled the small form against his chest and came to the conclusion that I had never known that he had such a tender side to himself.
~Young One.... It's alright. All is forgiven. I'm proud of you.~ I blinked at that, but didn't say anything since Kalamadea was slowly uncurling himself out of the tightly wound ball he had been in, his expressive eyes locked onto Mewtwo's equally expressive ones. ~You protected your mommy, right?~
I winced. ::Yes. But Blue Fuzzy was friend of mommy....:: Blue Fuzzy? Oy....I gotta start teaching them to remember actual names...
~Yes, he was. But sometimes mommy needs looking after.~
Why you little.... "Hey! I resent that!"
::...mommy?:: Oh damn that big-eyed expression.
"C'mere." I reached out and took him into my arms, tickling his light purple underbelly until flashes of cheerful greens and blues appeared in my minds eye. I'm not angry, littling. Littling? Where the hell had I gotten that? I'm very proud of you. Thank you.
::Elfy!::
"Well....you sure recover quickly..."
~We'd better remember to teach him to control that attack when he gets a little older,~ Mewtwo said as he slid onto a stool next to me and buried his face in his hands, sighing heavily.
Kalamadea was wriggling to get free, and I let him, watching him fly out of the Kitchen before turning my attention to Mewtwo. "What's that for?" I asked as I got to my feet, wincing as feeling returned to my left leg with a vengeance that felt like I was being pricked by thousands of needles. I ignored it in favour of getting myself over to the coffee machine.
~Do you realize that it took an insane Elf and triplet hatchlings to make me realize that....~ He stopped suddenly and retreated into himself. I actually winced when he mentally shut me out, the dampening fields he had placed in my mind vanishing and letting the headache return with a force that nearly sent me to my knees. Nearly.
"New rule : no getting depressed or whatever without telling me what's wrong," I said as I poured coffee into his favourite mug, added two teaspoons of sugar, and went to sit across from him. I waved the mug close to him, forcing a grin when he rose his head to follow the movement of the mug with his eyes before reaching for it. I let him take it. "So? What's wrong?"
~Nothing.~
Realizing that I was now sitting with a ball of purple tension, I firmly beat down the urge to smack him with an oven mitt and leaned forward, reaching out to scratch the spot behind his right ear/horn. The effect was instantaneous. He sighed deeply and sagged against the counter, closing his eyes as he relaxed, a low purr rumbling out of him while he leaned against my hand.
I pulled away a few moments later, smiling at him warmly as I rose to get myself a cup of coffee, feeling him meekly re-establish the link and wipe away the pain of the headache. I didn't say anything, not wanting to push him into anything.
He stared at me for a moment. ~You're not going to ask again?~
"Nope," I smiled before taking a drink of my coffee, looking at his surprised and curious expression over the rim of my mug. "I'm not gonna force you to tell me something that you don't wanna talk about." I arched an eyebrow at him and grinned. "And I have been trying to get the dragons to call me 'Lashana' for the past three weeks, must you keep referring to me as their 'mommy'?"
I had lost him somewhere in the middle of the paragraph. ~Huh?~
"Take another drink of your coffee," I chuckled as I sat across from him again. "Recap. Uno : I am not going to force you to tell me something that you obviously don't feel comfortable talking about. Dos : Stop referring to me as the dragons 'mommy'? Comprende?"
He blinked.
"I'll take that as a 'yes'." I got up again and headed for the fridge, pausing when a loud wail sounded from the Main Hall. Now what? Oh wait....the trap! I poked my head out of the Kitchen and gaped for a moment before ducking back into the room and covering my mouth with both hands, trying to muffle my laughter.
Apparently the sight of me laughing myself sick was enough to goad Mewtwo out of his current state. ~What's so funny?~
Malcho....pompoms....glue.....THE SEQUINS!! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! I couldn't help it. I dropped my hands and howled with laughter, the yell of outrage that came from the Hall not helping me one bit as I sagged against the wall, gasping for breath in between uncontrollable chuckles.
"MUCHACHA!! This is not funny!!" Malcho growled as he stuck his head into the Kitchen. The sight of him set me off again, and I had to reach out to cling to the fridge to keep myself upright. He was covered in multicoloured sequins and fluffy little white pompoms, top that look off with the silver sparkles and I wasn't going to stop laughing until I passed out from lack of air.
Mewtwo wheezed, trying to keep from laughing. Unfortunately, between Malcho and my current condition, he didn't have a snowballs chance in hell.
So now that 'Two and I were clinging to each other to stay upright while we laughed so hard that we cried, Malcho simply glared. I went into a fit of coughing, got some breath back, gasped out "...Sequins!!" and set Mewtwo off again.
Malcho, however, wasn't one to let revenge slip through his feathers. While Mewtwo and I alternated between trying to breath and laughing, he reached out and casually shock both wings over us, showering us in sequins and sparkles. But Mewtwo and I were way too far gone to let that stop us.
We paused. We stared at one another. Then shouted ~"The sequins!"~ and started howling again.
"Carumba. They've gone loco."
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"I think I broke a rib," I grimaced half an hour later where I was lying on the couch in the Game Room, my gazed fixed on the ceiling. After we had practically passed out from lack of air, Malcho had shoved us in here to recover. Smart snake wanted to get us out of the way so we wouldn't tell anyone what had happened while he went to wash himself off in the pool.
~My throat's on fire...~ Mewtwo groaned. I rolled my head to the side and looked at him where he was sprawled out in the Lazy-Boy chair, then snickered.
"Sequins..." Hehe.
~Stop that. You're going to start me laughing again,~ he grinned, tossing a low-level sphere of psychic energy my way. I caught it and cupped it in my hands, staring at it curiously for a moment.
"You do realize that you say 'mewtwo' when you laugh out loud, right?" I asked with a wicked grin, arching an eyebrow as I looked at him again.
He looked at me in horror. ~Tell me I didn't.~
"Meeeewww twwwoooo twwwooooo." I imitated his laugh, baring my fangs in an insane grin when he moaned and covered his face with his hands. "Oh chill. It's cute."
~I am not 'cute'.~
"You've got a choice between cute, cuddly or adorable."
Faced with that decision, he lowered his hands and sighed. ~....cute it is then. Oh my head hurts....~
I groaned at the reminder and casually tossed the sphere of energy back at him, lowering a hand to probe at my aching ribs. "I still say I broke something...."
::Elfy!:: The call made me twist and pull myself up to that I could see over the arm of the couch, blinking as Kalamadea flew into the room....wearing what seemed to be...a miniature t-shirt?!
I rose an arm and let him land, waiting until he had balanced himself before pulling him close to get a better look....
....only to break out into painful howls of laughter again seconds later.
Mewtwo looked at me, picked Kalamadea up, frowning at the tiny dragon for a moment before growling. ~TELCA!! This isn't funny!!!~ For the hatchling was indeed wearing a tiny custom made t-shirt. On it was a picture of Mewtwo himself with the words 'my daddy loves me' written in bright purple letters.
I meanwhile was busy alternating between laughing and crying in pain. I swore that I was going to rupture something, but at the moment I didn't care. "....my daddy loves me...." I wheezed and wiped tears from my eyes, managing to stop chuckling for a moment....
...at least until I looked at Mewtwo's expression.
~This isn't funny,~ he grumbled as I erupted into uncontrollable laughter all over again.
At least that's what I was doing until Akhor flew in wearing a t-shirt saying - 'I take after the runt.'
"TELCA!!!"
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While I was busy trying to catch a giggling Akhor to take that t-shirt off, Telca was reclining in her chair in front of her computer, a grin on her face. "Didn't think I was gonna let you off that easy, didja?" she grinned as she listened to the yelling that was me. She chuckled to herself and leaned further back into the chair, a scream of surprise leaving her as the legs gave out, sending her crashing to the floor.
"What the flamin' hell?! The leg's've been chewed through!!"
::Hehehe!::
"What the? Hey! Get back here you green lizard!! Lashana!!
You owe me a new chair!!"
