Author: IrishRavenX
Title: The Greatest Thing You'll Ever Learn
Disclaimer: Not mine. Nope. No sire. Never will be. Nope. Not a chance in hell. It's all Baz's, that lucky bastar...Baz-ard...But...but...I want Ewan!!! My Precious!!!! Must find Precious...they have stolen him from us ... yes.....Shmegal must help to find Precious... Hehe. I'm all right! (A/N: Don't write disclaimers at 3 am.)
Other disclaimer: I wish to say that I do not own Lord Of The Rings either...J.R. Tolkien has the main dibs. (I could theoretically keep going with quotes from other movies; but this entire chapter would be disclaimers...)
Author's lame excuse: That writer's block is circling with the Jaws theme in the background. Feedback is well liked, and may help with that pesky WB.
It'll help me buy a bigger boat. So...review!!!!!!!!!!!! PLEASE!!! Hehe. I'm okay. Just insanely tired.
And so, with no further babble, I give you:
Chapter V
After some amount of struggling down the hallway, Christian managed to get Kait under control. The girl was very stubborn. Finally he got to the office, dropped her inside, and stood in front of the door, blocking her attempt at exit.
She then rushed towards the window.
"Kait," Christain commanded, "Sit."
With a sigh, Kait brought her leg back inside the building and closed the window. Kait sat down in the chair in Mr. James's office and crossed her arms, glaring at him.
"What do you think you were doing out there, Katherine?" Christian asked. He had seen the fight, but was curious to know what the boy had said to get her so angry. She didn't seem like a "randomly-beat-the-crap-out-of-people" sort of child.
"I was losing my temper, and attempting a murder, Mr. James," Kait said coldly.
"Why?" Christian asked simply.
"Because he called me a bastard freak, because I live with my auntie and uncle," replied Kait irritably.
"That's no reason to pummel him!" Christian exclaimed, "You could have gotten hurt! You're supposed to come straight to a teacher if some one is bothering you."
"He's a big boy, Mr. James, he can take care of himself," Kait said softly.
Christian looked at her with and doubtful look in his eyes. Kait's glare soon disappeared, and the hurt flooded into the beautiful blue eyes.
"He said that my parents didn't love me...and that's why they abandoned me. But they didn't!" Kait exclaimed, "They loved me a lot...but they just had to leave..."
Tears threatened to spill from Kait's eyes as she bit her lower lip to keep it from trembling.
"I'm sure they did," said Christian, unsure how to continue in a way that wouldn't upset the poor girl further. He did not believe himself to be the parenting type "Who couldn't love such a perfect little girl like you, Kait?"
Kait looked up, tears streaming down her cheeks. It looked like nine years of a little girl's pent up emotions were spilling onto the floor of his office. Wrong thing to say? Christian suppressed a grimace.
"I'm not perfect. I'll never be perfect. I'm an ugly little cretin. They never say that...but I know that's what they're thinking. I'll never be like my mother. Uncle is so proud of her. 'Oh, she's so much like her mother...what a voice...just like her...too bad she didn't get her mother's hair...'," Kait sighed deeply, blowing the strand of dark hair from her eyes.
"I think your hair is beautiful," Christian said, then looking up at his own hair, which almost reached his eyes, "But I'm a bit biased with the colour, I suppose,"
Kait laughed slightly, though tears still ran down her face.
"I just wish..." Kait stopped and met Christian's gaze for the first time that day, "That I could be a hero like my daddy and sing lullabies with my mommy...to meet them...and have them be happy to see me...and tell me they love me..."
Kait looked past Christian and out the window.
"I wish I could be normal,"
Kait and Christian stared at each other for a few moments before Kait got up and dabbed at her eyes with a handkerchief.
"I have to go now. I want to find my notebook before I have to go to art class,"
Before Christian could say a word, Kait was out the door, and he was left staring after the girl that seemed to share his own goal. Normal. What was normal? Having a life where people didn't go off and die on you. Christian closed his eyes and sat back in his chair, pondering these things. A few moments later, he practically leapt up in surprise, and looked to the door Kait had left through.
Why the hell did she seem so familiar?! Was it her eyes? Her hair...the hair...red hair...singing...there was something irking at the back of his mind...what...what...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~RING~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Christian was jolted from his thoughts by the bell. He shook his head and sighed, rubbing his face in frustration. There's no use looking for connections that aren't there, or you're likely to die a more unhappy man than you are now, Christian. He picked up the sheet music he needed and walked towards the auditorium for his next class, walking past an sketchbook hidden underneath his desk...
~*~
Kait sat on a bench in the front of the schoolyard, waiting to be picked up. She saw Ray standing on the steps of the school, and narrowed her eyes as he began to walk towards her. Well, limp towards her. Great, again they meet. Ray really, really didn't like to be showed up in front of his peers, and Kait presumed that he especially disliked being beaten up by a small girl, such as herself.
"Hey squirt, I think we got some unfinished business,"
"Raymond, give it up,"
"What, ya' wimp, scared?"
Ray shoved her against the bench, and she felt her back crack. And it hurt. A lot.
"Ray, go away, please,"
Ray smiled. Finally, she was getting scared. But then Kait smiled, as if she found something amusing.
"What, freak? Find it funny that I'm gonna pummel you?" Ray laughed pushed her again. That's when he realized there was something blocking out the sun...
~*~
I'm sorry I made Christian rather daft again. Forgive me. He won't be as daft soon, once he decides to get over himself and decides to become attentive to his surroundings again. Hehe.
In other news: Want more? Well, I want reviews. Think we can reach an agreement.
::Ducks livestock and household objects again:
;P Call it a problem if you wish, but....but...I'm a ham for reviews. I admit it. No shame.... Hehe. Now that we have that behind us, I'll try to post as soon as I can. Exams this week. Arg. I'm going to attempt sleep now. Wish me luck. ;P
Slan agat!!!
Title: The Greatest Thing You'll Ever Learn
Disclaimer: Not mine. Nope. No sire. Never will be. Nope. Not a chance in hell. It's all Baz's, that lucky bastar...Baz-ard...But...but...I want Ewan!!! My Precious!!!! Must find Precious...they have stolen him from us ... yes.....Shmegal must help to find Precious... Hehe. I'm all right! (A/N: Don't write disclaimers at 3 am.)
Other disclaimer: I wish to say that I do not own Lord Of The Rings either...J.R. Tolkien has the main dibs. (I could theoretically keep going with quotes from other movies; but this entire chapter would be disclaimers...)
Author's lame excuse: That writer's block is circling with the Jaws theme in the background. Feedback is well liked, and may help with that pesky WB.
It'll help me buy a bigger boat. So...review!!!!!!!!!!!! PLEASE!!! Hehe. I'm okay. Just insanely tired.
And so, with no further babble, I give you:
Chapter V
After some amount of struggling down the hallway, Christian managed to get Kait under control. The girl was very stubborn. Finally he got to the office, dropped her inside, and stood in front of the door, blocking her attempt at exit.
She then rushed towards the window.
"Kait," Christain commanded, "Sit."
With a sigh, Kait brought her leg back inside the building and closed the window. Kait sat down in the chair in Mr. James's office and crossed her arms, glaring at him.
"What do you think you were doing out there, Katherine?" Christian asked. He had seen the fight, but was curious to know what the boy had said to get her so angry. She didn't seem like a "randomly-beat-the-crap-out-of-people" sort of child.
"I was losing my temper, and attempting a murder, Mr. James," Kait said coldly.
"Why?" Christian asked simply.
"Because he called me a bastard freak, because I live with my auntie and uncle," replied Kait irritably.
"That's no reason to pummel him!" Christian exclaimed, "You could have gotten hurt! You're supposed to come straight to a teacher if some one is bothering you."
"He's a big boy, Mr. James, he can take care of himself," Kait said softly.
Christian looked at her with and doubtful look in his eyes. Kait's glare soon disappeared, and the hurt flooded into the beautiful blue eyes.
"He said that my parents didn't love me...and that's why they abandoned me. But they didn't!" Kait exclaimed, "They loved me a lot...but they just had to leave..."
Tears threatened to spill from Kait's eyes as she bit her lower lip to keep it from trembling.
"I'm sure they did," said Christian, unsure how to continue in a way that wouldn't upset the poor girl further. He did not believe himself to be the parenting type "Who couldn't love such a perfect little girl like you, Kait?"
Kait looked up, tears streaming down her cheeks. It looked like nine years of a little girl's pent up emotions were spilling onto the floor of his office. Wrong thing to say? Christian suppressed a grimace.
"I'm not perfect. I'll never be perfect. I'm an ugly little cretin. They never say that...but I know that's what they're thinking. I'll never be like my mother. Uncle is so proud of her. 'Oh, she's so much like her mother...what a voice...just like her...too bad she didn't get her mother's hair...'," Kait sighed deeply, blowing the strand of dark hair from her eyes.
"I think your hair is beautiful," Christian said, then looking up at his own hair, which almost reached his eyes, "But I'm a bit biased with the colour, I suppose,"
Kait laughed slightly, though tears still ran down her face.
"I just wish..." Kait stopped and met Christian's gaze for the first time that day, "That I could be a hero like my daddy and sing lullabies with my mommy...to meet them...and have them be happy to see me...and tell me they love me..."
Kait looked past Christian and out the window.
"I wish I could be normal,"
Kait and Christian stared at each other for a few moments before Kait got up and dabbed at her eyes with a handkerchief.
"I have to go now. I want to find my notebook before I have to go to art class,"
Before Christian could say a word, Kait was out the door, and he was left staring after the girl that seemed to share his own goal. Normal. What was normal? Having a life where people didn't go off and die on you. Christian closed his eyes and sat back in his chair, pondering these things. A few moments later, he practically leapt up in surprise, and looked to the door Kait had left through.
Why the hell did she seem so familiar?! Was it her eyes? Her hair...the hair...red hair...singing...there was something irking at the back of his mind...what...what...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~RING~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Christian was jolted from his thoughts by the bell. He shook his head and sighed, rubbing his face in frustration. There's no use looking for connections that aren't there, or you're likely to die a more unhappy man than you are now, Christian. He picked up the sheet music he needed and walked towards the auditorium for his next class, walking past an sketchbook hidden underneath his desk...
~*~
Kait sat on a bench in the front of the schoolyard, waiting to be picked up. She saw Ray standing on the steps of the school, and narrowed her eyes as he began to walk towards her. Well, limp towards her. Great, again they meet. Ray really, really didn't like to be showed up in front of his peers, and Kait presumed that he especially disliked being beaten up by a small girl, such as herself.
"Hey squirt, I think we got some unfinished business,"
"Raymond, give it up,"
"What, ya' wimp, scared?"
Ray shoved her against the bench, and she felt her back crack. And it hurt. A lot.
"Ray, go away, please,"
Ray smiled. Finally, she was getting scared. But then Kait smiled, as if she found something amusing.
"What, freak? Find it funny that I'm gonna pummel you?" Ray laughed pushed her again. That's when he realized there was something blocking out the sun...
~*~
I'm sorry I made Christian rather daft again. Forgive me. He won't be as daft soon, once he decides to get over himself and decides to become attentive to his surroundings again. Hehe.
In other news: Want more? Well, I want reviews. Think we can reach an agreement.
::Ducks livestock and household objects again:
;P Call it a problem if you wish, but....but...I'm a ham for reviews. I admit it. No shame.... Hehe. Now that we have that behind us, I'll try to post as soon as I can. Exams this week. Arg. I'm going to attempt sleep now. Wish me luck. ;P
Slan agat!!!
