Summary: Kitchel makes it back in the beginning of this chapter! Ya! For the rest of the chapter: drunkenness ensues, Tetheus is fighting back urges to indulge himself in fun when he works, and Kitchel almost gives up on wanting anything to do with him. Poor girl.
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 chapter two:
Red Wine
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"You still sound really bad." Ringleys covered his small pointed ears as Kitchel's voice startled a few sleeping birds near by. They tore out of the trees, trying to get away from the horrible women's singing.
"Your crazy!" Kitchel smiled as she lugged the shoulder bag to a more comfortable position. "My singing is beautiful. No one appreciates it for what it is." Sitting down on a rock for some lunch, she reached up and pulled off an apple from a branch and placed it on her knees.
Upon taking out the knife the Back Dragon Officer left her, she started cutting it up into bit sized chunks, for her fey friend, buzzing around her head excitedly at the prospect of food.
"-so we'll be there as soon. Are you listening? Kitchel? KITCHEL!"
"Nani?" Kitchel looked up suddenly. The knife was still in her hand and the apple lay forgotten as it rolled onto ground. She had been spacing again. The second time today. "I'm sorry." Kitchel shook her head. "What were you saying?" She cocked her head to the side inquisitively at the multicolored form flitting in front of her.
"Well, before you stopped listening, I said that if we hurried, we could reach the Dragon Castle by sunset. But only if we hurry."
Suddenly Kitchel stood up, stuffing the dagger away. "Well? Why didn't you say so sooner!" Grabbing the faerie around the middle tighter with a trembling hand, she started sprinting in the direction of Dragoon.
"Kitchel! Slow down- ak! Let go! Can't-er-breath!" Gasp. "Kiiiiitchelllll!"
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"Tetheus!" A aqua hared man slammed his open palm on the corner of a long rectangular table. His shoulder hunched slightly as he leaned in, and a vein in his temple pulsed. Grounding out each syllable made his dragon fang click annoyingly against his bottom jaw. "What-are-you-doing!"
"Un? Nothing." The usually stoic man murmured. The other people at the table widened their eyes. Lykouleon was looking at Ruwalk who nodded then looked at Alfeegi to see if he would crumble or cry with frustration. Whichever came first.
Alfeegi however, was near nether. He was stunned. More like, horribly transfixed on Tetheus. All three people glanced at the Black Officer who was drumming his left hand upon the oak surface and looking silently into space.
Sitting back, Alfeegi brought a hand up to his forehead. "Swear to god, I try, don't I? I try."
Ruwalk chuckled at Alfeegi. Turning to Tetheus, he addressed him directly. "Three days. You've been back three days and haven't been the same. What's the problem?"
"No.problem." Tetheus gave a whimsical sigh, yet his voice was strangely in monotone. It was true too. Nothing was wrong. "I feel a little guilty about leaving her out there."
Ruwalk blinked confusedly.
"I mean, she could break one of the three treasures. Or steal it! My Lord, do you think it was wise to trust an ex-thief with such an important task?" His voice was just as un-emotional as always.
"We trust Thatz." Ruwalk pointed out hopefully.
Alfeegi snorted, his eyes rolled. "Trust?"
The Dragon Lord frowned. "Please Alfeegi."
"I am sorry My Lord." The white Officer sniffed airily and shuffled random papers.
"No your not!"
"Ruwalk!"
"You know it true Lykouleon!"
"My Lord, please!"
Amidst of the arguments, Tetheus had quietly slicked off to the balcony. Running a hand through his slick hair, he sighed. The sun cast a blood like glow on the set before him. His eyes narrowed as he saw a shadow slip through the bushes by the gates. Walking further forward onto the balcony, he noticed an iridescent glimmer next to the figure. And it hit him.
Returning to the meeting hall, he stopped in his tracks. He was graced by the site of a Lykouleon trying to pry off an almost screaming Alfeegi, who was apparently trying to rip out Ruwalk's discolored roots.
Ignoring this, Tetheus made his way out of the doom into the store hall. His boots clicking sharply as he turned the corner and started down the open aired flight of stares that led to the gate. His hand barley skimmed the wooden railing. He gracefully stopped mid walk as he watched Cernozura run up to Kitchel hurriedly.
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"We are just so glad your safe Miss. Kitchel." Opening the door to the room Kitchel would be staying at
"Just Kitchel." She grinned. Cernozura nodded respectfully as she held out her arms witch held Kitchel dinner outfit. Kitchel unclasped her small shirt as it and her overcoat slid to the marble floor. Kicking off her boots, she let her shorts fall to her ankles. Kitchel wasn't the modest of people, but standing completely naked in the middle of a strange room was one of those times that she wished she had a robe on.
Placing the dress gracefully into Kitchel's arms, Cernozura made her exit. Not before telling Kitchel that she would be waiting for her outside the door.
Slipping the purple and crimson dress on, she fitted the gloves and velvet slippers on as well. Kitchel would object to this girlish cloth, but she was just glad to be in different cloths then the ones she had been wearing for so long.
Opening the door, Kitchel flippantly skipped out. "All set th-" She stopped short. Her arms tensed and all happiness forgotten. "What are you doing here?"
Tetheus opened one almond eye to look at her wearily and slowed to a stop. He had been walking down the hall to Kitchel's room. He looked perfectly content.
"Cernozura had to wash up, she spied me walking from the garden and asked if I could escort you." Part of this was true, Cernozura had to wash up.
Kitchel eyes the Officer distrustfully. In fact, she eyed him anyway. The outfit was a complete turn from the one she saw him in earlier. This time, Tetheus was dressed in the same tunic as Grinfish. Probably made from the same tailor.
Anyway.
"Come." His voice was rich and overwhelming. Kitchel walked slightly behind him and on his left side. She though -her- elevated shoes made a loud noise when they tapped on the ground. Tetheus' bone heeled black boots clicked loudly as his black and silver attire rustled slightly as he quickly walked down the hall.
Breaking the silence, Kitchel slightly looked up. "Uh-Tetheus.about."
"We're here." He stopped quickly outside the oak doors, making Kitchel knock into him abruptly. Gripping the silver handles, Tetheus pulled the door slightly back. Placing a warm palm of his hand between Kitchel's shoulder blades and pushed her awkwardly into the room.
"Don't you da- a 'hum-." Kitchel walked briskly in. everyone was chartering with one another about certain events. At the head of the table, Lykouleon's arm was resting on the side of his chair talking to Raseleane on his right. Next to her were Cernozura, Ringleys and Rune. On the other side of the table were Ruwalk, two empty seats, Alfeegi, and then Zoma. Kitchel quickly seated herself next to Ruwalk, and the empty seat that Black Officer would soon be occupying.
"You picked a hell of a person to escort me to dinner!" Kitchel whispered with a laugh as she turned to Cernozura.
"Pick?" Cernozura said in a mildly confused voice. "Kitchel dear, he volunteered."
The thief blinked blankly. "He what?"
"My lord." Kitchel stopped and looked up to her right. Tetheus bowed his head gracefully to the Dragon Lord and his Queen as he pulled back the chair to sit down. His almond eyes turned toward her, slanted, and gleaming. "Yes?"
Kitchel reddened and immediately busied herself behind the wine glass Ruwalk had generously filled seconds before.
It was the best meal Kitchel had had in a long, long time. The best part was Ruwalk continuing to fill everyone's wine glasses, getting redder and redder himself.
Everything went smoothly enough until after dinner. The dessert was white bread and golden honey. They actually sat three baskets of bread and containers of honey out onto the table. Spreading a thin layer over a small piece, Kitchel looked nervously around to look at everyone else at the table. Something immediately caught her eye.
She was stunned as the humors of the scene crashed against the utter impossibility of it. Tetheus was drizzling honey onto his bread with thick pools of honey. "Its very good." His voice was as warm and slow as the honey he'd been eating.
"I don't know how you can eat that. Ugh. Too sweet." The Dragon Queen raised her hand in a gesture as she spoke.
"It's perfect." Tetheus slightly gave a lopsided grin as he casually licked one of his fingers. His smile was so honest and unguarded that it looked out of place on his face. Kitchel wondered for a moment if that was what he had looked like before he came to the castle.
"Heh-haha-heh." Kitchel's eyes twitched and flitted around the room. She brought her wine glass to her lips and downed it. Quickly being filled by Ruwalk, she gulped the nectar again.
This was going to be a long, long, long night.
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Cernozura and Rasaline retired. Rune, Zoma. And Ringleys had excused themselves. Even Ruwalk was being helped back to his room by the Lord and Alfeegi. It was no well after midnight and as the candles dripped lower and lower, the only two left in the great dinning hall were a slightly drunken Kitchel and Tetheus; who was drizzling the last bit of honey into his mouth witch a golden spoon.
"Bed." Kitchel got up, stumbling slightly. Tetheus stood as well.
"Do you need help?"
"Ah-ha! No, I'm fine-whoop!" Kitchel tripped over a large weaved rug on the floor and stumbled forward. Tetheus, who was behind her, quickly caught her by the shoulders, pulling her back up.
"I'll take you to your room." Tetheus said with a sigh, witch might have been annoyance.
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Unlatching the door to Kitchel's room, Tetheus half dragged carried Kitchel to her bed. She was draped over his shoulder slightly as she regarded him. "I trust you."
"Don't." His answer automatic. Tetheus' almond eyes looked away. He found that he was lying to himself. He wanted her trust. Before he could stop himself, Tetheus leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her slightly open lips.
She was drunk
He jerked himself back from her, disgusted with himself.
Getting up to leave, Tetheus reached the door and looked back. Kitchel was slowly curling herself up, the nearest cover and pulling it over herself. Tetheus closed the door slowly and silently.
This Officer, unlike his fellows, could survive multiple days with very little sleep, but right now, Tetheus needed to get to bed.
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Drowning, Kitchel was drowning in a sweet red nectar. She couldn't keep her head up. The sweet liquid trickled its way into her mouth, coating her lungs and filling her mouth with a sticky residue. Suddenly, a figure appeared before her, seemingly floating on an invisible pedestal. Trying to grab hold if his outstretched had that was extended to her, she found that it passed right through. Tears of frustration ran down her cheeks as she tried again and again in vain to grab hold and pull herself out of the red mess. The figure started to disappear. Its sharp outline was thought into light, but Kitchel's eyes were now red with liquid. Kitchel was going under, the full weight of thousands of tons of pressure pressing onto her. With the last breath she could muster, she screamed
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And
she screamed again when she sat up and the buttery sweet taste was in
her mouth. Her head pounded and buzzed.
The wine. It was only the wine. Nothing to worry about. She was hung over, not a good thing. Her lips were swollen, from reasons she couldn't remember. Kicking off the covers, Kitchel made her way over to the bathroom. Stripping off her cloths witch clung tightly to her, she turned of the water, witch was cold, and jumped in.
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fin for now
A/N- likey? Kinda, lil bit longer. Tell me wut u think!
