'Before All This.'

Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with Young Wizards..except all the books...but..ehem..what I mean to say is that, I have bought the books, and are insanely obsessed with them, but I did not write them. If I had, there would be some definite N/K...*cough* Note to Diane Duane..*cough*

A/N: Alrighty, Folks! This chapter, (I am sorry to say) isn't based totally on romance. There is a littttllleee bit of N/K at the end. Anyways, this chapter has some kick ass Dairine in it, some kick ass Kit in it (a little bit of his history too!). and It's basically to show Kickassiness between my two favourite characters, and it was also put to develop a king of sibling relationship between Kit and Dairine (which I think is also lacking in the books. Not that I'm complaining!)

News: AAHHHH! OMG!! I was biking to my friend's house, and I don't know why I didn't notice it before.( I don't usually read street signs) On the way there I turned on 'Juanita' street. I was like...where have I heard that...and then I braked my bike and stared at the sign. I almost passed out when the street it intersected with was 'Kit' avenue. I laughed until I got to my friends house, and he looked at me weirdly..but anyways, just a cool tidbit! N/K forever!

And also! J.K Rowling is now officially richer than the Queen. That's some big money...

Lol. Anyways...

Shout out time:

Little Lisa: Lol. I HATE being sick. It sucks. Ehem. Yeah, it would be an awesome specialty, but it would also be reeeaallly dangerous. And it would suck at times because you'd be tempted (by the Lone Power, of course) to use it in the wrong ways. But besides that, it would be awesome!

Shima and Tempis: Lol. I love them too!

Wonder Jenny: Yay! No problems, because I've been slacking on updating. I missed your reviews though..but alas, you have a very good excuse. Better than mine. (And I understood the paragraph. Us sleep deprived ones, must stick together.) Yes, yes I have read it. I can't wait! Lol. That part was my favourite to write. (Because in my mind, Kit is totally hott...ehem, excuse me) and I would melt if I were Nita. Literally, most likely...anyways.. Lol, yes. I did myself a little research, because I knew Dairi's specialty had to be dangerous. And in all the books, there's some mentioning, straight or insinuation, that states emotions are a dangerous factor in wizardry. So I was like...perfect..emotions it shall be. Lol. I do not apologise for making you re read books. It's a good thing! Lol. Just joking, but thank you...and...if it's necessary, I'm sorry!

Nefurland: Lol! Thank you! I don't mind. I'm just glad you read my story period. Plus you reviewed. Thank you! Lol..yes. I've wondered about the oath several times...lol.
Virgo: Lol. Thank you. And thanks for the advice!
Now. On with the show!
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"Get OFF me!"

Dairine's strong but desperate voice echoed through the empty streets. She knew her feeble protests would have no effect. Three boys, all taller, stronger, and older than her, had her cornered in the back of a deserted street. Her voice stood no chance. Her only hope was wizardry. But through her panic, she could not think of any spell to help her.

Effectively travelling to that street with Kit's 'beam-me-up-Scotty' spell on her way home from Ireland, Dairine had suddenly appeared in front of them. Ricky, and his two goons, were obviously not amused with the situation that had occurred at the ice cream place a weeks before, and found it highly convenient that they had 'run in' to Dairine.
"Where's your boyfriend?"

"What's he gunna do, Dairi?"

"What're you gunna do?"

There taunts echoed in the air. Dairine, her calm barrier shattering, began to shiver.
"What are you guys going to do with me? Rape me?"

They laughed. Ricky running a hand through his hair.

"Rape is such a...bad word.."

"Too big for your brain?" She snarled.

He growled at her, and took a step toward her. Dairine shrunk back, a whimper escaping her throat. But before Ricky could make a move, he was slammed back into a wall, his face set in confusion. Once his face cleared, he nodded to his friends, who took a step back from Dairine. Obviously deciding they would let Dairine go, (A/N: I mean, why else would he slam himself against a wall?), they ran off, disappearing down a street.
Dairine collapsed in relief, and burst into tears. A few moments later, Kit crouched beside her, hugging her to him. Like a brother.

"Hey, Dairi. It's okay."

It was the first time in a long while Kit had called Dairine "Dairi". It didn't bother Dairine when he called her squirt, but it calmed her down some to hear Kit call her by her name, and she sighed.

"I was so scared, Kit."

"I know..why didn't you use Wizardry to defend yourself? If I hadn't have come.."

"I couldn't think..."

He stood, pulling her up with him, and grinning. Dairine glared at him suspiciously.

"I do NOT like that look, Kit."

"Nah. You're sister doesn't like it either." He grinned.

"Yeah well. More so in my case, because I don't trust you." She replied.

He sighed, shifting away from her, and began to walk towards home. Dairine followed, still glaring expectantly. He laughed.

"Well, you took self defence, did you not?" He asked.

"Yes." she answered, looking surprised.

"Well, I know Neets took it too, and it just doesn't seem to be enough in this city."

"What do you mean, Kit?"

"Do you remember," He paused, "a couple of weeks back, or so, when Nita was supposedly studying with me at the library? We weren't."

She grinned slyly at him. "I guessed as much, Kit. I assumed you guys were making out behind the book shelves..." She trailed off, under his death glare, and quieted.

"When I was young," He spoke softly, "and I was still in Mexico, I lived in a neighbourhood where fighting wasn't uncommon."

Dairine watched him, waiting for him to continue.

"So, the community got together, and taught all the kids my age kick boxing."

"Kit..what's your point?"

He smiled. "When we were supposed to be at the library, I was giving your sister kick boxing lessons."

"You're joking!" She exclaimed, stopping mid-stride.

"I'm not."

She sighed, and started walking again, turning on to her street and into her driveway. She didn't stop to say good-bye to Kit, because she knew, without doubt, that Kit was coming in too. Kit was in her house so much, it was almost as if he lived there.

"So, what does you teaching Nita how to kick box, have anything to do with my situation?"

"Because, Dairine, your taking lessons now, too."

. . .

"Come on, Squirt!"

She punched the punching bag, which was held up by Kit, and it didn't even budge.

"Kit, it's not working!" She sighed, wiping her forehead with her arm.

"Because you're not trying! You have to hit the bag as if you hate it."

"But I don't hate it and I'm not mad." She complained.

They were in Kit's basement, an alien place to Dairine, because she had never been to Kit's house before. It was nicely spaced, and she figured it was Kit's part of the house, judging from the wizarding books, weights, and other things. Nita was sitting nearby, looking completely at home as if she was in her own bedroom, and was grinning at them.

Kit looked at her slyly, and braced himself again, holding the bag in place. Leaning his head, he grinned at her, almost teasingly.

"So, it doesn't bother you, that Nita is more advanced than you in combat?"

Dairine punched. It moved.

"It doesn't bother you that Nita is more advanced in wizardry?"

Dairine punched it twice, and Kit grunted between laughs.

"It doesn't bother you that the Lone Power is currently creating pain all over the world?"

Dairine spun, and kicked.

"It doesn't bother you that Ricky and his friends had complete advantage over you?"

That was it. Kit had hit a nerve. He let go of the bag, and backed up to where Nita was standing, leaning forward to watch her sister.

Dairine was unleashing all her frustration, kicking, punching, and hitting the bag, bouncing on her feet in momentum, and sweating with angered excursion.

When she was finished, Nita was grinning, proud of her sister. Kit walked over, bracing the bag once more and smiling at Dairine, quite glad he wasn't the punching bag. Dairine was bending down, hands on her knees and breathing harshly. She glared up at him, straightening, then smiled.

"You really know how to piss me off, Kit."

"I've had lots of practice, thank you."

She sighed.

"You're making good progress. In a few more trials, you'll be able to start level three. How did that feel?"

She smiled at both Kit and her sister, who had wrapped her arms around Kit's waist from behind, resting her head on his shoulder and watching her little sister. There was no doubting the happiness and pride in Nita's eyes.

"Damn good."

Tbc...

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Lol yay! Kick ass Dairine! Ehem.

Number one:

The tactic that Kit used to get Dairine pissed off, was taken from two things:

1. A very kick ass episode of Smallville (Lex and Lana)

2. Experience (My guy friend (Kick boxing instructor)) used it on me many times..-_-)
Number two:

Please review! I absolutely love reading them!