'Know Any Better'

Disclaimer: *covers face with hands* Don't sue me! I don't own it, I swear!...hmm...you CAN however sue my local chapters, because it hasn't stocked the newest young wizards book...

A/N: ALLLLRIGHTTTYYY...this has some more kick ass Dairine in it, and also..the ending is plot thickening...so enjoy!
Shout out time:

Little Lisa: I KNOW!! I had to beg my dad to let me learn kick boxing...as if I couldn't do it...anyways, when girls fight, they fight better than guys do I say (that may be a bias opinion...0_o) ..ahh..fluff and kickassiness you say? Then you will like this chapter!


Nefurland: Lol. Thank you!
Katie janeway: Chapter 12: I bet she would!
Chapter 13: Ahh...read on, my friend, read on!

Virgo: Lol! Thank you! And yes, you will see, the kick boxing lessons will go along in the plot. Read on! (P.s: love the user name...I happen to be one! ^_^)

Shima and Tempis: lol! Yup! And I agree, Kit is my fav character!

Anyway, read on!

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"Ouch, Kit!" Nita grabbed her hand in pain, as Kit turned to face her from his landing position. He was smiling apologetically, but he was grinning.

Nita was now in level five, which meant she was qualified enough to spar with him.

"It's going to hurt, Neets."

"Well, you should be going easy on me!"

He huffed, and let out a whoosh of air when Nita tackled him. He landed on the mat floor on his back, laughing, and Nita pinned him there.

"What? I didn't ask for a weak girlfriend!"

He smiled at the look of fury on Nita's face.

"Excuse me, but I am NOT weamm."

She hadn't noticed Kit's eyes on her. She hadn't noticed how one arm had snaked it's way around her waist, and another had reached up to pull her lips to his, interrupting her fuming. She seemed slightly upset about the situation at first, but when Kit slipped himself out from his pinned position, and pulled her closer, she gave in.

When he pulled back, he kissed her hair, moving his mouth to her ear.

"I don't think you're weak. You know I don't. I love you."

"Ehem!"
Nita and Kit looked up in surprised, pushing themselves off the ground and facing the sound of the cleared throat. There stood Ronan and Dairine, both grinning. Ronan, apparently pleased with his match making skills, picked up Dairine's gym bag and saluted them, before disappearing.

"Don't mean to interrupt, but I just thought I'd let you know we're going home..." Dairine laughed, running out the doorway, barely missing being hit in the head, by Nita's recently thrown bag. Nita scowled at her sister retreating back, but was distracted when Kit aimed a kick at her. She blocked it.
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"Ronan! You do not have to feel bad about not being here to protect me!"

The topic had been turned suddenly to Ricky's advances, and Dairine was not happy with the way the conversation was going. Walking down the streets, finding the shortest way to her house, the arm that was casually draped across her shoulders was tense. Ronan was feeling guilty.

"But I should have been here. It's my job to protect you!" He argued feebly.

His eyes were fixed on her face, and he looked so worried and cute that she had to stop to throw her arms around him in a tight embrace. He held her close.

"I just..if Rodriguez hadn't come...if he had touched you.." He whispered.

"Oh, well isn't that cute!" A voice sounded from down the street, and a few male cat calls followed. Dairine and Ronan turned, only to be facing Ricky and his gang. Ricky had such a superior look on his face, that Dairine was ready to kick him right then and there. But she had to wait.

Ricky gave a nod to his two companions, and without a pause, the two boys had a struggling Ronan in a grip so strong, they must have been hurting him. Now unprotected, Ricky took a step towards Dairine. She tilted her head back, away from him, and Ronan stopped struggling, slumping his shoulders in defeat.

"Take one step closer, Ricky, and you'll be sorry." She hissed through clenched teeth.

"How come, Dairi?"

"Don't call me Dairi." She whispered in disgust. "Only people I love can call me that."

"Okay, Daaaiiirine. Why would I be sorry? Your stupid boyfriend isn't going anywhere."

He took a step towards her, and Ronan began struggling again. But before he could break free, Dairine was ready. Raising her knee, she caught Ricky between the legs. When he cried out in pain, obviously distracted, she twisted his arms behind his back, and pushed him forward with her foot. When he recovered, he twirled on her, but Dairine was on fire, punching him in the jaw, and he nearly doubled over in pain.

His goons looked at him helplessly, waiting for orders. Ricky, stumbling backwards, gestured for them to let go of Ronan.

"Come on," He said, "Let's get out of here." And they took off, down the street.
Ronan was furious, staring after them with wild eyes, brushing the blood off his lower lip.

"I'll kill them." He whispered hoarsely.

"Ronan..."

"If they even look at you ever again.." He continued, clenching and unclenching his fists.

Dairine sighed. She had gotten used to Ronan's protectiveness, even though she was the one who usually did the protecting in her life. But it was nice, having someone there who worried about her, besides a parent or a sister. But Ronan's anger was getting the better of him.

"Ronan.." She said again, putting a hand on his shoulder and stilling his angry movements. Carefully, she whispered words in the speech to him. She had gotten used to her specialty. She had to be careful when and when not to use her powers in that area. But at this moment, she knew Ronan could hurt Ricky seriously. And as much as that idea was appealing, it would be against the Oath, and she knew his wizardry, was one of the few good things Ronan had in his life.

She smiled, as he relaxed under her words and her touch. Turning around to face her, he bent down and kissed her. But when he winced, she pulled back. Running her hand over the cut on his lower lip, she wondered why she hadn't noticed how much they had been hurting Ronan. As angry as she was with Ricky, she wasn't aware that the goons were doing anything more than holding Ronan back.

Ronan closed his eyes, as she trailed her fingers up to the bruise on the left side of his forehead, and then back down to roll up the sleeves of his shirt. There were finger sized bruises along his arm, and Dairine took in a sharp intake of breath.

"I can't heal like Nita can. We should get you back to my place. They should be home by-"

But Ronan was trembling, and suddenly it was Ro in his place. He snapped his head up, and Dairine turned to where Ronan's counterpart was looking. A man, with an unpleasant look to him was approaching. The Lone Power, looking his best.

"Hello, little brother."

Tbc.......

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oooohh. Little brother? What could this mean? *X file music*....ehem..yes, please review! The next chapter shall be veeerry interesting, I promise you!

P.S: *winces and covers face again* Sorry to those who hate cliffhangers! I'll try to get the next chapter up as quick as homework and chores will allow!