Free Change Fault
A/N: Whee! I'm back with another chapter! I know I update kind of slowly, and the don't go over my chapter before posting it, but I can get really lazy sometimes.
Nomake Wan: Sometimes?
SAT: Okay, all the time.
Review Replies:
DSRockStar: Funny thing is, I don't like cliffys either! So why the heck am I writing them...? *ponders*
katie janeway: Aren't I bad? I almost started all over again! Ha!
little lisa: WHOA! HOLD ON! *goes to check subject and faints* I did say that, didn't I? How could I forget there was suppose to be romance? I really forgot. I can't believe I did, but I got so into making everything worse and all... Yeesh. Thank you for the info, maybe I'll add a little. *shrugs* Thanks for your review!
SVZ: Robbed? O_O Poor SVZ... Well, I see ya at the mall on Saturday then.
DTN: I'M ALIVE!!!!!
Disclaimer: .....Fine, I don't own YW. Happy? Are ya?
This chapter is dedicated to my Trunks Plushies, who are currently glaring at me an my magic 8 ball.
Chapter 12: Remember Me when you lose the Strength to Stand
(A/N: Long title.)
"Error?" Dairine looked down at the little computer, which continued to spout the same word in a cheerful manner before Dairine finally talked to it. "What do you mean, Error?"
If Spot had had eyes, they'd probably still look happy. "Input does not comply."
Darryl looked at the Strider curiously, who was looking down at Spot in amusement. "What is the little thing you have there?" Kizaeith asked.
"Spot, recheck what Kizaeith said." It was Darryl's command, not Dairine's. Yet Spot did so, as cheerfully as possible.
"Error!"
Dairine rolled her eyes and put her hand on her forehead, before picking up Spot. "Where is the error?" Loading sounds were heard.
Spot repeated what Kizaeith had said in the exact same voice, though with a slight technological feel to it. "Where Striders are from, the whole world is... As you called it, dark." Spot's voice returned to normal. "Error!"
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"Get out of here, now." Kit growled, fists clenched.
The Lone One smiled graciously and seemed to sit down on thin air. "Come now, Kit, are you angry that you're back here?" It didn't wait for an answer. "It's where you belong, if you must know. You were getting too... attached, to Miss Callahan, as it were." It folded Its hands in Its lap.
Kit snorted, his arms across his chest. "Attached? Where do you get that we were too attached?" The cloak around Kit swirled with his movements.
"I didn't say Nita was getting too attached to you Kit. But good job figuring that out on your own." Its voice was sarcastic and sadistic, it made Kit shudder. "Now, seeing as I have you right where I want you, how can a taunt Nita with it..."
Kit's eyes burst with anger, and ran at the man, who merely stepped to the side and tripped him, Kit's knees burying themselves deep into moist dirt that somehow was not yet mud. The Lone One's deep laughter made Kit furious, his fists slamming into the ground over and over, pretending he was punching the Lone One, the one he couldn't beat.
"Christopher, Christopher. Tsk. You really shouldn't do that. Yes, you're Peach friend let you become human again, but that was easily dispersed."
Kit had to think of something, but pictures weren't coming to his head clearly. "How?"
"How? How? I have supporters, though it may be hard to believe. One such I'm sure is talking to Nita's sister and that annoying abdal. They will be falling for it already, I suppose." Kit ran at It again, and missed again.
"ARGH!"
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Nita felt the slam in her chest from Kit's outburst, though she didn't know it was Kit. Her hand groped for her heart, and Tom stared at her quizzically, to which she merely waved her hand that she was alright. No. No, I won't let this happen. Nita's thoughts were quick in deciding, and without a second thought or an opinion from Tom, Nita grabbed her manual and rushed out of the kitchen, along the way grabbing her jacket and slamming open the door, forgetting to close it behind her as she ran down the sidewalk.
Her destination wasn't unknown to Tom, who stepped into the doorway and watched her run, until she was not even a speck and then he stepped out of the house, closing the door behind him and doing a transit to his own home, where he knew Carl would be waiting.
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Nita wasn't sure where her feet were taking her, but she trusted her instincts and let them lead her wherever they needed to go. She was beat when they did finally choose to stop, in the well known place where she first met Kit, ignoring the protests of the trees as she ran across their works of art, ignoring the calls she heard from birds flying overhead. She was on top of a large rock in no time, screaming at the top of her lungs.
She couldn't take it anymore.
And it took all of five seconds for the following things to happen:
Her scream was caught in her throat and turned to a low gargling sound.
Nita noticed she was no longer standing on a rock.
And she was now standing in front of Kit and the Lone One.
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Kizaeith immediately grimaced, his clawed paw-like hands clapping together once, then twice. "It seems your odd little follower has figured me out before you did. Striders can create darkness. They're land isn't dark at all, in fact, it's very bright. At least last time I was there." He laughed. "For your information, I was sent here, you didn't call me. The Lone One is much to busy with other matters. Now, to continue, certain Striders have supported the Lone One and were banished, and since I told you all you need to know, I can leave now." Dairine and Darryl didn't stop him when he left the bathroom, nor when he left through the worldgate. Why he didn't attack was beyond them, but they were then running in an instant out of the deli, letting the odd looks bounce off of them.
"How are we suppose to get home in time?" Dairine frantically asked aloud, as they stopped in front of the ticket counter. Darryl was panting with his hands on his knees, looking up at Dairine. "Oh, we could transit, that's true." Spot clambered up next to Dairine.
"Nita is no longer at home!" Dairine was starting to get annoyed at the cheerful bark of her manual.
Darryl rolled his eyes. "If she isn't home, then how're we suppose to tell her that the reason Kit was contained was because of Striders? How is that suppose to help us at all?"
"Apparently the Council that contained Kit can't override their Powers, or else they'd be able to help Kit. Is that because only the banished ones can create darkness?" Darryl shrugged at Dairine's question, and they leaned against the wall, Spot would've been looking up at them both if he had eyes.
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"Good of you to join us, Nita." The Lone One said suavely in greeting, and Kit immediately moved away from them both. "Now, both of you are right here where you cannot do anything except rot in this place."
Mimicking Kit without knowing it, Nita rushed at the Lone One, which for once startled the form of It, and he was hit lightly by her. He moved to the side nonetheless and Nita fell to the ground as well.
"Now, be good little wizards and stay put, for not everything revolves around you today." It grinned, but the grin turned into a frown as an alien voice spoke.
"Actually, it seems everything is revolving around you lately."
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"What are you two doing here? How did you get in?" The Lone One stared at the two figures standing before It, both standing tall and not moving a muscle.
"Three, actually. The third gave us an invitation." One figure, female, stood with her hands on her hips, her Irish accent loud and clear.
"And I don't think it's nice for you to ignore him." The second figure, male, had his arms crossed coolly over his chest.
"Ronan! Annie!" Nita scrambled over to them, Annie catching Nita before she fell again. Aggravated, the Lone One rubbed Its forehead. Kit looked at the odd grouping, stalking confidently over to the three wizards, who-though they didn't touch him-welcomed him just as confidently.
"Yes yes, now all of your friends are here to try and defeat me in battle once again. Tiring, isn't it?" It interrupted their little reunion, replacing the bowler hat on Its head.
"Please, think before you speak!" A voice came out of Ronan, that didn't seem to belong to his own. Peach.
"We'll battle you here and now." Kit seethed, and Nita stepped up to her best friend, so they were standing side by side and nodded.
"Oh, this is what I was telling you about, Christopher. The closeness of you two is getting so old, so fast." It issued a slapping motion with Its hand, sending out what looked like a bolt of orange lightning, toward the pair. "And so the battle commences."
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A/N: Short chapter, I know. But now is the whole battle-thing. And, I hope, a little romance. I can't believe I FORGOT that! Baka Shima-san!
Review, and no flames, please.
-SAT
