Summary: This takes place around the time of the 8th manga. Btw- The plot is somewhat changed. In the beginning, when Kitchel, Tetheus, Ringleys, and some of the Dragon Fighters meet up in the cave where the three treasures were. Well, Thatz isn't there, right? Caution this fic contains spoilers to the 8th manga.

Disclaimer: Don't own Dragon Knights. Wish I did

Update: 9/4/06. I have cleaned up the Diolasis story a little. By that I mean less grammatical errors (hopefully) and less confusing (possibly). Plotline is still same!

Enjoy.

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Diolasis

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"This is insane." The dark haired Dragon Fighter hissed under his breath. "Truly insane."

"Will you shut up?" The white haired fighter, who looked stunningly like Kai-stern, whammed the boy next to him on the arm.

"Both of you-be quiet!" A third fighter turned around with a slightly insane and worried look. "I'm telling you to shush, we can't hear the singing if you don't be quiet!"

"Are you positive that you heard singing?" Tetheus turned his head slightly so he could see the three fighters out of the corner of his eye. The officer stood stock still in his black leather jacket and slacks with that white trench coat. "You hear a woman singing?

"Yes sir. Every once in a while, from within this crevice."

"You sure 'bout that? With all this wind, how can you really tell?" The white haired fighter raised a thin eyebrow incredulously at his friend.

Tetheus cast his narrowed eyes downward in deep thought.

"I heard it! I swear it's true!" The speech of the fighter's arguing started to drift out of his range of hearing. Moreover, he was tuning them out.

"I spoke to some of the locals sir. A lot of villagers are frightened if a voice they've been hearing echoing from below." The boy looked hopefully at his superior. Then looked back and glared at his fellow companions at their next comment.

" Typical village superstition, procreated by the weak minded." The young Kai-stern 'twin' said out of the corner of his mouth. The dark haired fighter turned to him with a confused look.

"They are all true."

Tetheus raised a finger to his chin in a thoughtful gesture. Eyes becoming narrower, his head tilted slightly more downward.

"All right, were going in." Tetheus and the fighters stalked off into the forest of rocks.

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"AAAALALALALALALALALA!" Kitchel had one end of a plant stem sticking out of her mouth, her backpack swung, and her arms flailed happily with each step and note. She and Ringleys were stuck wandering in huge cavern, needing to find the exit. After all, they had to get the three treasures back to the Dragon Lord.

"Stop singing, you suck." Ringleys annoyingly buzzed around her head. She glared at him.

Could she help it that she got real board just walking?

They both stopped short at the sound of falling rocks and male screams. Ringleys flew ahead as Kitchel stumbled over the fallen boulders to find four people lying of the ground. All of them wearing strangely familiar cloaks and other attire.

"Uh... I wouldn't do that if I were you." Ringleys flew slightly out of the way as Kitchel bent down to the black haired man.

"They don't look like demons." She carefully brushed the hair out of the guy's face. His calm eyes blinked up at her. "WAAAAAA!" She jumped back as Tetheus sat up in cross-legged position, holding his head.

"W-what happened?" His slightly slanted almond eyes turned toward Kitchel. "Huh? A girl?"

"That scared the crap out of me..." Kitchel was clutching what little cloth she had over her chest and was breathing rapidly. "Don't do that! I thought you were a demon-hey!" She pointed a gloved finger at him. "I know you!"

"Captain!"

Tetheus ignored his underlings and kept looking at Kitchel trying to remember who she was.

"You guys are from Dragoon! The Dragon Castle! That means-"

"We're part of the Dragon Tribe." Tetheus finished Kitchel's sentence. His voice was like wet silk slipping over cold stone. Cold, but sly. Kitchel's eyes wearily shifted from the fighters' back to the Dragon Officer in front of her.

"You are from Dragoon?"

"Name's Kitchel! I was born and raised in Dragoon. I just completed a mission for Lykouleon." She held up the shoulder bag that held the Three Treasures.

"Dragon Lord." Tetheus corrected her. She shrugged. This girl, no respect for his lord. Tetheus almost rolled his eyes. Almost. " What mission?"

"Why, collecting the Three Treasures! Wana see? Wana?" Very proud of her find, Kitchel opened the bag while Tetheus twitched involuntarily and the Fighters gapped. Kitchel held out a round sphere. " It looks like the Dragon Eyes, but it's a little different."

" The holy Dragon Eye, Diolasis! You must hurry to the Dragon Castle!" A fighter spoke rapidly.

Tetheus advanced on Kitchel. "Let me touch it." He reached for Diolasis that was resting in Kitchel's hand.

"All right. Go ahead, your gona wana see this." Kitchel narrowed her eyes and a smirk appeared on her face.

A faint tint of a color crossed under Tetheus's eyes. A color that never had appeared before. Kitchel's brow furrowed. Is he blushing? Reaching out with a white glove his fingers seemingly brushed Diolasis. But as his whole hand reached to close around it, his fingers passed through it.

"You can't touch me or Ringleys either." Her large eye focused on Tetheus's hand witch was shaking slightly. From surprise or other reasons she could not tell, but she decided to break the ice anyway. Kitchel stepped into Tetheus's out stretched arm. His hand shot right through her chest, just as Kitchel predicted at that angle.

Trying not took keep from laughing; Kitchel nodded up to him. "See?."

Looking at her with almond eyes Tetheus ignored her giggles. "Tell me everything. "

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" -and that's why I have to find the exit." Kitchel nodded at her own words and crossed her arms.

"A specific exit. And once you pass through it, the treasures and the treasure hunters will return back to normal." Tetheus undid the leather bag he had been shouldering and placed it on a rock. Looking around at his fighters, he scoffed. They all stood up quickly and formed the 'at-ease' position.

"Ohh, he's cute, and smart to boot!" Kitchel brought her hand to her mouth and waved it flippantly as gales of laughter rose to the top of the deep cavern they were in. Tetheus stood with his head slightly up, and his almond eyes slanted toward Kitchel.

His voice came out slower then usual. As if trying to pick them more carefully then he would have normally, and trying to not make his voice rise an octave. "We can't let you stay here by yourself. There are demons here, and the Dragon Lord needs you alive. We will stay the night and escort you back, after you find the exit." His gaze flickered up to the sky witch was now darkened and red with the setting sun.

"That's like offering us up as a sacrifice!" The shorter fighter told his fellow companions. They looked at Tetheus with hopeful eyes. They would rather leave and go back to the safety of the court.

"Go, tell Lord Lykouleon the news, and tell him I will be back with the Three Treasures and their keeper shortly." Kitchel looked at him with a slight surprised look. "Go!" The fighters scrambled up the rock and over the ledge. "I hope they get back alive." Tetheus sighed and turned back to Kitchel, who yawned. "Lets get you out of here."

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"Ah! Moonlight!" Kitchel stumbled out of the rocky exit onto the moon- bathed ground. "Were out! Ya! Ya! Ya!" Kitchel jumped up and hugged Tetheus, now that they were in the same dimension. She twirled in the moonlight "Will we travel to Dragoon tonight?" She laughed as she stopped spinning and wobbled a bit.

"No. It's late, get some sleep." The Officer mumbled. He was tired from all the walking and Kitchel's singing.

Kitchel blinked a few times. "Alright. uh- I never got your name." Gitty-ness forgotten, she slipped up top a smooth rock near the exit of the cavern and brought her knees to her chin.

"Tetheus. Its Tetheus. I am the Black Dragon Officer and Secretary of Security. That's where you have seen me before." Tetheus sat up against the back of the stone wall. "Now, as I said, you and the fairy must get some sleep." In fact, Ringleys had been asleep on Kitchel's shoulder for at least twenty minutes.

"Alright," Kitchel yawned. "Don't stay up too late guarding. We can-take care-of ourselves." Kitchel's head slumped forward onto her chest and her breathing came more slowly.

Tetheus watched her for a little bit, then stood up and walked out in the trees lining the clearing, to a rock basked in the milky moonlight. Taking out his sword, he jumped onto the rock, parried, and brought the blade down to an inch of a tree off to the side. Practicing his swordplay had become an important pass time in Tetheus' life. He was never a very social person, so his practice took up most of his time and because of it he was very, very good.

Parry, dodge, flip, and twirl. Jump right and strike center left. Everything was in order. All routine. Tetheus hated that. It was uncharacteristic, but true. He couldn't stand everything exactly the same day in and day out. That's why he was Secretary of Security, it kept you on your toes.

Panting from all the sword work, Tetheus sat up against the rock that he had started on. He sheathed his sword and closed his eyes. Sweat rolled down his brow and his chest heaved up and down with each breath.

Lightly, a hand touched his brow and slim fingers brushed the side of his face. His eyes snapped open and his hand instantly grabbed the arm of the figure in front of him. Kitchel gasped in surprise and yelped slightly. "I- I'm sorry! I heard noises and woke up. I saw you and-and thought something happened." Tetheus suddenly was confused. Her face was so sincere, so kind. She had worried over something so trivial.

"I didn't mean to hurt you." Tetheus whispered as he let go of her arm, of witch he had a hard hold on. Kitchel nodded and sat down opposite him. Tetheus' breathing had slowed, but his heart still raced even if his sword training had ended long ago. " You should rest"

"I think for once you better focus more on yourself." She again brought her hand up to his brow. "You seem a little stressed." He eyed her wearily. "Come on now, turn around." Kitchel let out a sigh, brought her legs into cross-position and put her arms out. "Well? Turn around!" Tetheus did as he was told and also sat cross-legged. Kitchel brought her hands up to his shoulders and placed them there lightly.

Kitchel started rubbing his shoulder blades lightly. Her heart was racing as she massaged his upper back and neck slightly. She could feel the Officer's muscles loosen and relax slightly. "You know, you shouldn't over strain yourself. Your going to pull something someda-" She stopped as her hands passed over scars and gashes witch had healed over but kept their indentation. The marked started at his right shoulder and stopped mid-back. "What's this?"

Tetheus turned around and again caught her hand. "Its nothing, just something from a long time ago." His eyes had a sorrowful tinge to themHe had given so much to the Dragon Lord, but had hardly received anything in return. Kitchel could tell that.

She leaned forward slightly so she could look deeper into his almond orbs. Blinking slightly she brought herself in closer so her lips brushed his, but only slightly. Kitchel's lips tingled and light zaps of scared excitement sparked in her blood.

Tetheus couldn't think strait, his head was clouded. All he knew was that someone cared enough, and he needed the reassurance and an escape from the coldness that had welled up inside him for so long.

In an instant they broke apart. Kitchel made a hissing sound as she brought in air through her lips. Tetheus dropped his hand and took a shuttering breath.

"W-wow." Kitchel absentmindedly touched her own lips and looked up at Tetheus, whose eyes were unfocused and were staring into the blackness of the shadows. "Tetheus?" He turned to her, the cold look in his eyes slightly deteriorated. A warm color almost winking out of them.

"Go to sleep Kitchel." His voice was still as stone cold as it was, but an unlined sincerity had laced the words. He turned back to looking at the blackness ad Kitchel slid down the stone side and padded over to the rock where Ringleys had been sleeping. She closed her eyes and slowly drifted off into sleep, images of dancing and sweet kisses filling her head. She never saw the very small smile that framed Tetheus' lips.

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"Ahhhh." Kitchel yawned and stretched as she awoke. As she stood she saw that Tetheus had gone. Her back was full of food and she had a dagger placed by the bag for protection. Obviously Tetheus had re-stocked her backpack and left her to get back to the castle. She didn't blame him, the Dragon Fighters needed him and she had just needed an escort.

Smiling slightly, she again brought her fingers to her lips, brushing them slightly, remembering his warm touch, and she shuttered.

"Kitchel? You okay?"

"Yes, Ringleys, I'm alright." Smiling, she heaved her shoulder bag around her, pocketed the blade, witch by the way had 'Tetheus' engraved on the ivory handle in curvy writing, and started walking off into the forest.

She wanted to get to the Dragon Castle as fast as she could. The Dragon Lord needed the Three Treasures after all.

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A/N- WELL! Have I made history! Did you like it? Please review. Would you like me to make more chapters? AHA! I'm gitty! AND I wrote all of it in English class in the last 3 days of school. Yaha!