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would I?
Warning: There are boy-boy pairings and references in this fic. If you don't like that sort of thing, stop reading now. If you do, enjoy!
Time Warp, by Siren Alecto
Chapter 6 - Arguments and Magic Tricks
(Tentative title)
Groaning, I turned to Amy and just hung on her back like a little kid. "Do I *have* to deal with telling them about magic today? For some STRANGE reason, I feel drained." Okay, so I still have to work through some leftover resentment, as is shown by my sarcasm, but really; this is much batter than 5 minutes ago, right? Right.
Amy dragged me a couple feet before pulling my arms from around her neck. "You're heavy, lose some weight before you try that again." She teased playfully.
"I'm not heavy! Besides, it's not like I actually, *care* what people think of my figure."
Trying to put my mind off of what I was about to do, I argued with Amy about anything that popped into my head. And the way we are, we could go round and round, trading insults and barbed comments for a while.
Pausing just outside the entrance to my living room, I nervously twisted my still-wet hair and turned to Amy. "Do I *have* to do this?"
Seeing my insecurities, she gave me a little hug before pushing me closer to the room. "I'm here for support. Now move it!"
Then of course, she shoved me into the room. Turning, I glare at her while she snickers at my expense. What everyone finds so entertaining about me, I don't know.
Taking a look around, I saw varying faces schooled to reveal nothing. Swallowing, I tried to hide my nervousness. Where's my brazenness when I need it most?! It abandons me, of course. Right, gathering my courage (hah! what courage?) I began to speak.
"I have some things that I feel you should know about me." I said, trying not to wince as my voice rang into the silence of the room.
Wufei snorted at that. "Like the fact you should be committed."
Getting my temper under control (don't want to have 2 blowups within 20 minutes, now do we?), I decided the best thing to do would be to ignore him. At least until after I said what needed to be said. Then I could kill the little bastard....
"I'm... a witch."
Apparently that was too much for Duo to handle because he exploded. "You're a *what*?! Like, cackling on flying broomstick, shooting lightning from your fingers, mixing deadly potions sort of witch?"
I HATE stereotypes, I really do. "If witches ever had the power to fly or shoot lightning, they can't anymore. As for the potions, anyone can make a poison; that's a science." Pausing, I take a breath, this is HARD to talk about with people. Judgmental idiots which most of the population are...
"I tell fortunes, help people make the right decisions in their lives. If they'll listen to me," I shot a look at Amy and she pretended not to hear me. Amy NEVER listens to what I tell her until after the fact. It's really annoying.
"You're probably a fraud." Wufei said condescendingly.
"Oh really?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at him. "And what was it that occurred outside a moment ago?"
"A coincidence." He replied promptly.
"That was me having an argument with the Creators. They tell me that Amy and I have to travel with you back to your world. Putting up with you for the rest of my life was *not* in any of my plans." I said in my sweetest tone of voice, giving him this very wide and very fake smile.
"You had an argument with..." Quatre looked at me with a stunned expression on his face, unable to finish his sentence.
"Allah. God. Or whatever you want to call the powers that be. I believe in the God and the Goddess, my Creators. She said it was my 'destiny'." I mimicked, still slightly resentful of being told what I had to do. I'm really bad with authority figures.
"You have a reason for telling us this." Trowa interrupted, turning his calm gaze on me.
"Yeah," Nervously, I played with the bottom of my wet shirt. "The only way I can send you back to your world is if I can create the right spell--"
"Lies." Wufei interrupted, turning my gaze toward him. His eyes were burning with suppressed anger and I could feel my own simmer with the same feeling.
"Deanna... I don't think...." Quatre started to get in the middle of us but I sent warning of interrupting what was happening down our connection.
"What am I lying about, exactly?" My voice was beyond cold, frigid maybe; icy enough to make the room drop several degrees in temperature.
"Spells and talking to Gods... hah! Fairy tales which only a woman would spin." He looked upon me scornfully and I smirked at him even while my eyes promised eternal hatred.
Picking up a decorative pot that held a growing iris from one of the shelves, I held it where everyone in the room could see and began to hum lightly while rubbing the sides of the pot. For a moment nothing happened, but slowly, like flash photography; leaves unfurled, buds appeared and flowered and the plant shot up at least 4 inches.
Stroking a stem like I would a pet, the flower bent and stretched into my light caress. Slowly, I placed it back on it's own ledge and turned to face the stunned gaze of the group.
"Why the hell didn't I know you could do that?!" Amy exclaimed as soon as she got her tongue back.
"What purpose would it have held? Do you think my ambitions are on becoming a famous gardener or something?" Looking and talking to Amy was easier, far easier than seeing what the boys thought of me. But I forced myself to overcome my weakness and faced what could easily be disgust.
Facing Wufei again, I gazed at him impassively. Slowly, he nodded his head, acknowledging his wrong. In return I gave him a small smile, and our first ever truce occurred.
Still feeling amazement from Quatre, I shrugged. "Earth is my element. Nature; plants, animals... I've always loved them and now I have a special bond with them."
"Is that the limit to your powers?" Heero asked quietly from a corner.
"I haven't tried anything bigger." I admitted, sheepishly. "I was afraid if I tried something stupid, there wouldn't be anyone to get me out of trouble. There aren't too many of my kind running around, you know." Sighing, my voice turned a little bit wistful. "I always wanted to try shape shifting, though."
"And you said none of your spells have ever worked..." Amy muttered.
Resisting the urge to roll my eyes or snap at her, I sighed. "That wasn't a spell. It was also a rather crude example, just taking magic and pouring it into something, but.... Don't knock what works."
"Sloppy girl." Amy teased, poking me lightly in the side.
"At least I can *do* magic."
"Well maybe I don't like messing with things beyond my control."
I snorted at her disbelievingly. "You have *prophetic dreams* and you don't want to mess with things beyond your control."
"Aren't either of you even *remotely* normal?" Duo asked.
"Normalcy is *vastly* overrated." I replied, looking down my nose at him. Seeing the glum expression on his face, I laughed. "She's the one who's remotely normal. In the fact that she dates like a normal girl, acts like a normal girl..."
Pausing, I put a finger on my lips in a thinking position and then snapped my fingers. "I've got it! I was raised by wolves."
"That *would* explain your personality." Amy said, grinning at me.
"Watch what you say. Or a stray dog might 'mysteriously' find its way into your house and destroy all your shoes."
"Careful with all the bad karma you're piling up." Amy replied cheerfully, remembering what happens when a witch does bad magic. Threefold of what you put out.
"But you'd still have ruined shoes." Then I noticed that a very loud mouthed, crazy member of our party was absent. "Where's Brian?"
"He got picked up by his sister. Guess I have to stay here, huh?" My annoying, currently redheaded, friend had an equally annoying mischievous twinkle in her eyes.
"Have my room. I'll stay down here on the couch."
Ok, so I'm a nice person behind all my bitchiness. Don't let word spread, it would ruin my reputation that I worked so hard on.
"Sure," Amy said and then paused as she did the math of how many people there were to how many rooms. "Will I be... sharing with anyone?"
I think my family would have liked her as a daughter *much* better. She's so polite and GIRLY.
"Just Duo." I said shrugging my shoulders as I headed up to my room with Amy following me. I think we left the boys downstairs in varying states of shock.
Grabbing a comfortable tank top and some boxers for me; and similar sleeping wear for Amy, I headed to the bathroom to change so I could pass out on the couch.
Maybe.
Hopefully.
Or I could stare at the ceiling and think way too much than is good for me before I manage to fall asleep at an ungodly hour in the a.m.
And people wonder why I'm not a morning person.
Picking up the clothes I wore today, I went back to my room to place them in my laundry basket. When I reached my doorway, I paused, seeing Amy sprawled out on my bed and already in a deep sleep. Throwing my clothes in the basket, I pulled the quilt over my friend and stepped back out into the hallway.
Duo was there and I put a finger to my lips in an international gesture of silence and nodded towards my room. Grinning that he understood, Duo tiptoed into the room (not that he doesn't walk silently anyways) opening and shutting the door quieter than I've ever been able to pull off.
Making my way down towards the couch, I grumble about certain pilots and how it isn't fair they can do so many things that I can't. Of course, I can do some things that they can't, as well.
Grabbing a couple pillows and blankets from the hallway closet, I start setting up my makeshift bed. Until I heard someone clear their throat behind me, that is.
Pausing, I take in the fact that I'm leaning over a couch in relatively short boxers and straightened *very* quickly. Man, that was embarrassing! Turning, I pray that it was someone who wouldn't care.... please let it be someone gay!
Turning, I quickly hid my embarrassment as I came face to face with Quatre.
"Tell me about magic?" He implored softly, and I smiled at how cute he is.
"Ok." Crawling into my makeshift bed, I pat my side and he squeezes in beside me. We're small enough and the couch is large enough so that we're not *really* uncomfortable or about to fall out.
"First off, magic is like praying."
"What?!" Quatre looked at me in shock and I giggled at him.
"When you pray for something, you're asking a higher power for whatever you want to happen. But subconsciously, you think 'oh, they're really busy' so it doesn't happen too often. Magic is when you tell the universe what you want to happen, and you use energy to push for the end result you desire."
"Whoa..." Quatre breathed, and I silently cheered. Maybe I might have someone to practice with me, after all.
"Everyone has magic. They might not have a lot of it, but they have some. Lots of these people don't want their magic, or can't get it to respond when they want it to, so they stop and assume they have none. But for those who use it..... sometimes it can be more trouble than it's worth."
I paused and Quatre poked me in the side impatiently. "How?"
"Well, I started getting lots of ghosts occupying my house, and just strange happenings. It's like opening Pandora's box; you get some unwanted things, but you learn to take care of them. Another thing you have to remember about magic, is that whatever feelings you send out into the Universe come back to you three times over." I shivered as I remembered some very unpleasant instances.
"What happened?"
"Well, aren't you very curious..." Quatre just gave me this look as if to say there was nothing I could do to distract him from what he wanted to know. "Alright, my friend's ex-boyfriend threw her into a locker and I was upset. Since I didn't see him that day physically, I decided to use magic to bring him to justice. Candles and other stuff are just.... amplifiers, so I decided to use my tarot cards. The good part was that he felt the pain that he put my friend through. The bad part is that in the process, the magic came back at me and I almost died. My friend could have also died, too."
Pushing a lock of hair from his blue eyes, I smiled slightly. "I promised never to do black magic again. I just use magic to help people now. Which is probably why the Goddess chose me to get you guys back to your world."
Eyes fluttering closed, Quatre whispered to me once more before drifting off to sleep. "I'm glad you didn't die."
"Me too." I whispered, and slept right along with him.
Siren Alecto: Wow. This chapter was out really quickly. I really don't know when the next one will be out though, because I really have to start buckling down with my studying. Oh, and I really, *really* don't try to be mean to Trowa. Am I, truly? Gomen!
Eiryn: I think it was all the scenes with Quatre that did it.
Siren Alecto: But it's not like I degraded Trowa or anything.
Eiryn: If you did that the reviewers wouldn't even bother to call you mean, they'd call you a bitch and stop reading.
Siren Alecto: Probably. Anyway, please review and tell me what you think of this chapter. In case you didn't notice, that speeds up the writing process.
Eiryn: And it helps poor, little ol' me.
Warning: There are boy-boy pairings and references in this fic. If you don't like that sort of thing, stop reading now. If you do, enjoy!
Time Warp, by Siren Alecto
Chapter 6 - Arguments and Magic Tricks
(Tentative title)
Groaning, I turned to Amy and just hung on her back like a little kid. "Do I *have* to deal with telling them about magic today? For some STRANGE reason, I feel drained." Okay, so I still have to work through some leftover resentment, as is shown by my sarcasm, but really; this is much batter than 5 minutes ago, right? Right.
Amy dragged me a couple feet before pulling my arms from around her neck. "You're heavy, lose some weight before you try that again." She teased playfully.
"I'm not heavy! Besides, it's not like I actually, *care* what people think of my figure."
Trying to put my mind off of what I was about to do, I argued with Amy about anything that popped into my head. And the way we are, we could go round and round, trading insults and barbed comments for a while.
Pausing just outside the entrance to my living room, I nervously twisted my still-wet hair and turned to Amy. "Do I *have* to do this?"
Seeing my insecurities, she gave me a little hug before pushing me closer to the room. "I'm here for support. Now move it!"
Then of course, she shoved me into the room. Turning, I glare at her while she snickers at my expense. What everyone finds so entertaining about me, I don't know.
Taking a look around, I saw varying faces schooled to reveal nothing. Swallowing, I tried to hide my nervousness. Where's my brazenness when I need it most?! It abandons me, of course. Right, gathering my courage (hah! what courage?) I began to speak.
"I have some things that I feel you should know about me." I said, trying not to wince as my voice rang into the silence of the room.
Wufei snorted at that. "Like the fact you should be committed."
Getting my temper under control (don't want to have 2 blowups within 20 minutes, now do we?), I decided the best thing to do would be to ignore him. At least until after I said what needed to be said. Then I could kill the little bastard....
"I'm... a witch."
Apparently that was too much for Duo to handle because he exploded. "You're a *what*?! Like, cackling on flying broomstick, shooting lightning from your fingers, mixing deadly potions sort of witch?"
I HATE stereotypes, I really do. "If witches ever had the power to fly or shoot lightning, they can't anymore. As for the potions, anyone can make a poison; that's a science." Pausing, I take a breath, this is HARD to talk about with people. Judgmental idiots which most of the population are...
"I tell fortunes, help people make the right decisions in their lives. If they'll listen to me," I shot a look at Amy and she pretended not to hear me. Amy NEVER listens to what I tell her until after the fact. It's really annoying.
"You're probably a fraud." Wufei said condescendingly.
"Oh really?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at him. "And what was it that occurred outside a moment ago?"
"A coincidence." He replied promptly.
"That was me having an argument with the Creators. They tell me that Amy and I have to travel with you back to your world. Putting up with you for the rest of my life was *not* in any of my plans." I said in my sweetest tone of voice, giving him this very wide and very fake smile.
"You had an argument with..." Quatre looked at me with a stunned expression on his face, unable to finish his sentence.
"Allah. God. Or whatever you want to call the powers that be. I believe in the God and the Goddess, my Creators. She said it was my 'destiny'." I mimicked, still slightly resentful of being told what I had to do. I'm really bad with authority figures.
"You have a reason for telling us this." Trowa interrupted, turning his calm gaze on me.
"Yeah," Nervously, I played with the bottom of my wet shirt. "The only way I can send you back to your world is if I can create the right spell--"
"Lies." Wufei interrupted, turning my gaze toward him. His eyes were burning with suppressed anger and I could feel my own simmer with the same feeling.
"Deanna... I don't think...." Quatre started to get in the middle of us but I sent warning of interrupting what was happening down our connection.
"What am I lying about, exactly?" My voice was beyond cold, frigid maybe; icy enough to make the room drop several degrees in temperature.
"Spells and talking to Gods... hah! Fairy tales which only a woman would spin." He looked upon me scornfully and I smirked at him even while my eyes promised eternal hatred.
Picking up a decorative pot that held a growing iris from one of the shelves, I held it where everyone in the room could see and began to hum lightly while rubbing the sides of the pot. For a moment nothing happened, but slowly, like flash photography; leaves unfurled, buds appeared and flowered and the plant shot up at least 4 inches.
Stroking a stem like I would a pet, the flower bent and stretched into my light caress. Slowly, I placed it back on it's own ledge and turned to face the stunned gaze of the group.
"Why the hell didn't I know you could do that?!" Amy exclaimed as soon as she got her tongue back.
"What purpose would it have held? Do you think my ambitions are on becoming a famous gardener or something?" Looking and talking to Amy was easier, far easier than seeing what the boys thought of me. But I forced myself to overcome my weakness and faced what could easily be disgust.
Facing Wufei again, I gazed at him impassively. Slowly, he nodded his head, acknowledging his wrong. In return I gave him a small smile, and our first ever truce occurred.
Still feeling amazement from Quatre, I shrugged. "Earth is my element. Nature; plants, animals... I've always loved them and now I have a special bond with them."
"Is that the limit to your powers?" Heero asked quietly from a corner.
"I haven't tried anything bigger." I admitted, sheepishly. "I was afraid if I tried something stupid, there wouldn't be anyone to get me out of trouble. There aren't too many of my kind running around, you know." Sighing, my voice turned a little bit wistful. "I always wanted to try shape shifting, though."
"And you said none of your spells have ever worked..." Amy muttered.
Resisting the urge to roll my eyes or snap at her, I sighed. "That wasn't a spell. It was also a rather crude example, just taking magic and pouring it into something, but.... Don't knock what works."
"Sloppy girl." Amy teased, poking me lightly in the side.
"At least I can *do* magic."
"Well maybe I don't like messing with things beyond my control."
I snorted at her disbelievingly. "You have *prophetic dreams* and you don't want to mess with things beyond your control."
"Aren't either of you even *remotely* normal?" Duo asked.
"Normalcy is *vastly* overrated." I replied, looking down my nose at him. Seeing the glum expression on his face, I laughed. "She's the one who's remotely normal. In the fact that she dates like a normal girl, acts like a normal girl..."
Pausing, I put a finger on my lips in a thinking position and then snapped my fingers. "I've got it! I was raised by wolves."
"That *would* explain your personality." Amy said, grinning at me.
"Watch what you say. Or a stray dog might 'mysteriously' find its way into your house and destroy all your shoes."
"Careful with all the bad karma you're piling up." Amy replied cheerfully, remembering what happens when a witch does bad magic. Threefold of what you put out.
"But you'd still have ruined shoes." Then I noticed that a very loud mouthed, crazy member of our party was absent. "Where's Brian?"
"He got picked up by his sister. Guess I have to stay here, huh?" My annoying, currently redheaded, friend had an equally annoying mischievous twinkle in her eyes.
"Have my room. I'll stay down here on the couch."
Ok, so I'm a nice person behind all my bitchiness. Don't let word spread, it would ruin my reputation that I worked so hard on.
"Sure," Amy said and then paused as she did the math of how many people there were to how many rooms. "Will I be... sharing with anyone?"
I think my family would have liked her as a daughter *much* better. She's so polite and GIRLY.
"Just Duo." I said shrugging my shoulders as I headed up to my room with Amy following me. I think we left the boys downstairs in varying states of shock.
Grabbing a comfortable tank top and some boxers for me; and similar sleeping wear for Amy, I headed to the bathroom to change so I could pass out on the couch.
Maybe.
Hopefully.
Or I could stare at the ceiling and think way too much than is good for me before I manage to fall asleep at an ungodly hour in the a.m.
And people wonder why I'm not a morning person.
Picking up the clothes I wore today, I went back to my room to place them in my laundry basket. When I reached my doorway, I paused, seeing Amy sprawled out on my bed and already in a deep sleep. Throwing my clothes in the basket, I pulled the quilt over my friend and stepped back out into the hallway.
Duo was there and I put a finger to my lips in an international gesture of silence and nodded towards my room. Grinning that he understood, Duo tiptoed into the room (not that he doesn't walk silently anyways) opening and shutting the door quieter than I've ever been able to pull off.
Making my way down towards the couch, I grumble about certain pilots and how it isn't fair they can do so many things that I can't. Of course, I can do some things that they can't, as well.
Grabbing a couple pillows and blankets from the hallway closet, I start setting up my makeshift bed. Until I heard someone clear their throat behind me, that is.
Pausing, I take in the fact that I'm leaning over a couch in relatively short boxers and straightened *very* quickly. Man, that was embarrassing! Turning, I pray that it was someone who wouldn't care.... please let it be someone gay!
Turning, I quickly hid my embarrassment as I came face to face with Quatre.
"Tell me about magic?" He implored softly, and I smiled at how cute he is.
"Ok." Crawling into my makeshift bed, I pat my side and he squeezes in beside me. We're small enough and the couch is large enough so that we're not *really* uncomfortable or about to fall out.
"First off, magic is like praying."
"What?!" Quatre looked at me in shock and I giggled at him.
"When you pray for something, you're asking a higher power for whatever you want to happen. But subconsciously, you think 'oh, they're really busy' so it doesn't happen too often. Magic is when you tell the universe what you want to happen, and you use energy to push for the end result you desire."
"Whoa..." Quatre breathed, and I silently cheered. Maybe I might have someone to practice with me, after all.
"Everyone has magic. They might not have a lot of it, but they have some. Lots of these people don't want their magic, or can't get it to respond when they want it to, so they stop and assume they have none. But for those who use it..... sometimes it can be more trouble than it's worth."
I paused and Quatre poked me in the side impatiently. "How?"
"Well, I started getting lots of ghosts occupying my house, and just strange happenings. It's like opening Pandora's box; you get some unwanted things, but you learn to take care of them. Another thing you have to remember about magic, is that whatever feelings you send out into the Universe come back to you three times over." I shivered as I remembered some very unpleasant instances.
"What happened?"
"Well, aren't you very curious..." Quatre just gave me this look as if to say there was nothing I could do to distract him from what he wanted to know. "Alright, my friend's ex-boyfriend threw her into a locker and I was upset. Since I didn't see him that day physically, I decided to use magic to bring him to justice. Candles and other stuff are just.... amplifiers, so I decided to use my tarot cards. The good part was that he felt the pain that he put my friend through. The bad part is that in the process, the magic came back at me and I almost died. My friend could have also died, too."
Pushing a lock of hair from his blue eyes, I smiled slightly. "I promised never to do black magic again. I just use magic to help people now. Which is probably why the Goddess chose me to get you guys back to your world."
Eyes fluttering closed, Quatre whispered to me once more before drifting off to sleep. "I'm glad you didn't die."
"Me too." I whispered, and slept right along with him.
Siren Alecto: Wow. This chapter was out really quickly. I really don't know when the next one will be out though, because I really have to start buckling down with my studying. Oh, and I really, *really* don't try to be mean to Trowa. Am I, truly? Gomen!
Eiryn: I think it was all the scenes with Quatre that did it.
Siren Alecto: But it's not like I degraded Trowa or anything.
Eiryn: If you did that the reviewers wouldn't even bother to call you mean, they'd call you a bitch and stop reading.
Siren Alecto: Probably. Anyway, please review and tell me what you think of this chapter. In case you didn't notice, that speeds up the writing process.
Eiryn: And it helps poor, little ol' me.