Promise Me
a/n: Thanks, Sekatre, for telling me 'bout spacings. Sorry for making them act like kids, Victoria. It'll get better. and remember...plz review!!! OH!!! And if ya think something is wrong with Serge, being so....er, yeah, you'll figure out why later. I needed to EMPHASIZE something....*winks mysterously at Sekatre*
Disclaimer: I own nothing, cuz the voices in Serge's head are gone. So NYAH.
Musings
When they caught up with Kid, everyone was out of breath.
"Kid...you sure took off fast!" Serge panted. "What gives???"
Kid glared. "Didn't you see who was coming?" she asked, irritated. "It was Korcha!! Every time I see him, he asks me about being his wife!!!!" she threw up her hands. "I can't stand it! Ya think he'd get the point, right???"
Glenn smiled bemusedly. He wouldn't give anything away. No one could know his true feelings.
"Well, mates," Kid started. "It's late. I think we had enough fun for today. I'm gettin' tired....we should probably be getting home...."
"Good idea." Serge nodded. "Want me to walk you home, Kid?"
Kid laughed. "Thanks, but no. I can go by meself." she pulled her dagger out, the rainbow shelll shining in the dusky twilight. "The Great Kid can take care of herself!!" she proclaimed proudly. But after she said it, she looked a little sad. She turned away, saying, "G'bye, mates!" before they could see the tears shining in her eyes.
Serge and Glenn stood there, not sure why she lefy so quickly, or why she suddenly looked sad.
"I wonder if Kid's ok...?" Glenn said.
"I think....when she said she could take care of herself....well....she's had to do that....all her life, remember?" Serge responded. "Maybe...it made her upset. She remembered Lucca, maybe."
Glenn nodded. ".....I think you are right, Serge." he nodded again. "Well, I must be off, too. I'll see you tomorrow?"
Serge smiled. "You know it."
They spun and walked their seperate ways.
Kid did indeed remember Lucca.....and for some reason, it was hitting her harder now than ever before. (I just don't get it! Why am I dragging up this pain now....? I know I can't handle it!!) she sighed...then stopped dead in her tracks. (I....feel....something is going to happen. I'm preparing meself....) she shook her head. (Nah, that's crazy! I'm just being an idiot!)
But was it just her imagination.....
The wind whispered her name, and the trees sighed a rhythmic melody....but it was not a happy melody. Fire, screams and death....
Kid shook her head more firmly. (No. I am just scaring meself for no reason. There's nothin' ta be afraid of! I'm the Great Kid, after all! Nothin' ta be afraid of at all.....)
(If only I could tell her how I feel.) a small voice in his head whined.
(She is Serge's. It would not be proper.) a second stern voice answered. (You must get over her. Live your life. You'll find someone.)
(But....I want her.....)
Glenn fought a raging war within himself, a constant battle of mind and heart. Most often, mind won.
(Serge and Kid are happy, and you should be happy for them. Do not be a baby about it, Glenn! What would your father say? Or Dario? Do not tarnish the beauty and honor of the Einlanzer!) his mind whispered.
(Who cares about the Einlanzers?) his heart cried. (I love her....I really do.....I know....I should be happy...and I do my best!)
(Try harder....)
Glenn sighed, giving up. He finally drifted off into a peaceful, dreamless sleep.
Serge also laid in his bed. All was quiet....them why did he imagine a footstep outside his door? Must be his imagination going overtime. He'd had waaaaay too much fun today. They should all act their ages, not their shoe sizes.
Thump.....
(No! I didn't imagine it! Someone is outside my door!) Serge got up and crept to the door, Mastermune ready. But when he flung it open, no one was there.
'Serge...'
"Who's there!?" he shouted.
It was a voice...carried on the wind...a distant echo of a lost soul.'Serge...I'm gonna get you.'
Serge snorted. "Oh, yeah, very original. 'Oooh, I'm gonna get you!!' Ha! Now I know it's my imagination!"
He shut his door and laid back down. He thought of Kid.
(I hope you're safe, Schala "Kid" Zeal. And that this awful feeling is all in my mind.)
a/n: well, well? was it better than chappy one? I thought so. plz review! ya know ya wanna!!! I'll only write more if I get reviews!!! ^_~
a/n: Thanks, Sekatre, for telling me 'bout spacings. Sorry for making them act like kids, Victoria. It'll get better. and remember...plz review!!! OH!!! And if ya think something is wrong with Serge, being so....er, yeah, you'll figure out why later. I needed to EMPHASIZE something....*winks mysterously at Sekatre*
Disclaimer: I own nothing, cuz the voices in Serge's head are gone. So NYAH.
Musings
When they caught up with Kid, everyone was out of breath.
"Kid...you sure took off fast!" Serge panted. "What gives???"
Kid glared. "Didn't you see who was coming?" she asked, irritated. "It was Korcha!! Every time I see him, he asks me about being his wife!!!!" she threw up her hands. "I can't stand it! Ya think he'd get the point, right???"
Glenn smiled bemusedly. He wouldn't give anything away. No one could know his true feelings.
"Well, mates," Kid started. "It's late. I think we had enough fun for today. I'm gettin' tired....we should probably be getting home...."
"Good idea." Serge nodded. "Want me to walk you home, Kid?"
Kid laughed. "Thanks, but no. I can go by meself." she pulled her dagger out, the rainbow shelll shining in the dusky twilight. "The Great Kid can take care of herself!!" she proclaimed proudly. But after she said it, she looked a little sad. She turned away, saying, "G'bye, mates!" before they could see the tears shining in her eyes.
Serge and Glenn stood there, not sure why she lefy so quickly, or why she suddenly looked sad.
"I wonder if Kid's ok...?" Glenn said.
"I think....when she said she could take care of herself....well....she's had to do that....all her life, remember?" Serge responded. "Maybe...it made her upset. She remembered Lucca, maybe."
Glenn nodded. ".....I think you are right, Serge." he nodded again. "Well, I must be off, too. I'll see you tomorrow?"
Serge smiled. "You know it."
They spun and walked their seperate ways.
Kid did indeed remember Lucca.....and for some reason, it was hitting her harder now than ever before. (I just don't get it! Why am I dragging up this pain now....? I know I can't handle it!!) she sighed...then stopped dead in her tracks. (I....feel....something is going to happen. I'm preparing meself....) she shook her head. (Nah, that's crazy! I'm just being an idiot!)
But was it just her imagination.....
The wind whispered her name, and the trees sighed a rhythmic melody....but it was not a happy melody. Fire, screams and death....
Kid shook her head more firmly. (No. I am just scaring meself for no reason. There's nothin' ta be afraid of! I'm the Great Kid, after all! Nothin' ta be afraid of at all.....)
(If only I could tell her how I feel.) a small voice in his head whined.
(She is Serge's. It would not be proper.) a second stern voice answered. (You must get over her. Live your life. You'll find someone.)
(But....I want her.....)
Glenn fought a raging war within himself, a constant battle of mind and heart. Most often, mind won.
(Serge and Kid are happy, and you should be happy for them. Do not be a baby about it, Glenn! What would your father say? Or Dario? Do not tarnish the beauty and honor of the Einlanzer!) his mind whispered.
(Who cares about the Einlanzers?) his heart cried. (I love her....I really do.....I know....I should be happy...and I do my best!)
(Try harder....)
Glenn sighed, giving up. He finally drifted off into a peaceful, dreamless sleep.
Serge also laid in his bed. All was quiet....them why did he imagine a footstep outside his door? Must be his imagination going overtime. He'd had waaaaay too much fun today. They should all act their ages, not their shoe sizes.
Thump.....
(No! I didn't imagine it! Someone is outside my door!) Serge got up and crept to the door, Mastermune ready. But when he flung it open, no one was there.
'Serge...'
"Who's there!?" he shouted.
It was a voice...carried on the wind...a distant echo of a lost soul.'Serge...I'm gonna get you.'
Serge snorted. "Oh, yeah, very original. 'Oooh, I'm gonna get you!!' Ha! Now I know it's my imagination!"
He shut his door and laid back down. He thought of Kid.
(I hope you're safe, Schala "Kid" Zeal. And that this awful feeling is all in my mind.)
a/n: well, well? was it better than chappy one? I thought so. plz review! ya know ya wanna!!! I'll only write more if I get reviews!!! ^_~