"Past the Walls."
Disclaimer: -______________________________________- is all I have to say to you if you believe I own this. Hehehe...my best friend, upon the topic of disclaiming, was like "HOW could they possibly THINK you own something that FAMOUS." I was like "ugh...I'm not sure."
Anyways, I DON'T!
A/N: Okay, get ready for some information! FINALLY! Moi ah ha ah ha.
Also, I have found a new obsession.
Inuyasha! I love it!
Kagome: Inuyasha! SIT!
InuYasha: *Face plants*
heheh...what can I say...any show that's anime/action/romance AND humor...I can't get enough of.
Shout outs:
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katie janeway: *sweatdrops* Don't worry, I have an evil side too. Only mine came in a physical form and a male. A.k.a, my brother. Hope you like this chhhaaappiiie! *backs away from fighting*
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Little Lisa: Hehehe....sorry for upsetting you! It upset me too, don't worry. It does indeed...kinda like the Matrix.....*shakes head* Woah...I won't get into that again...*starts to think* Damnit!
Hehe...sorry for the long wait...I DO feel really bad about that,
Yes, a lot is explained here, atleast I hope it's cleared up!
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Fireblade K'Chona: ^_^
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SAT: Hehehe...IIIINNNDeeeeedd....*cough* Thankie!
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DsRockStar: Thank you! Hmmm....that's what I'd hoped for!
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Munchi: he he....no problem! That's great! Ask away.
Ahhh....That, my friend, is going to remain a mystery, even to me. Atleast for now. I might pop her in their at the end. But that's interesting, I was thinking along those lines. *glances around* Great minds think alike! Muahahahah..*grabs head* Too much thinking. It hurts now.
Hem hem...
Hmm, that's an interesting observation. I've never really thought about it, but it does make sense.
But I don't think she's 'physic'. I mean, if she's a wizard, can she be physic too? I do think she can sorta see into the future though, like in the last chapter. I've always seen Nita as perceptive, and I think she's just really sensitive to stuff that's happening that isn't supposed to be. Thus, the scary vision of Kit. I mean, it's obvious that Nita and Kit aren't normal wizards, so maybe the Powers That Be are giving them the ability to see stuff like that! I like your way of thinking! (Basically, because it's the same as mine)
Hope you like this chapter!
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Here we go!
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"Nita!" Dairine was immediately at her sister's bedside. "Nita, are you okay?"
"Kit..." Nita began to shiver. "Kit, Oh my god..."
"What?" Dairine whispered worriedly. "What is it? What happened?"
"Who's screaming up there?" Their father's voice floated up the stairs.
Without answering, Nita threw the covers off her bed. Brushing past her bewildered sister, she flew down the stairs and out the front door. Still clad in her pyjamas, she ran down the two blocks to Kit's house, not even thinking of wizardry, and pounding on the door.
"Nita!" His mother said, opening the door. "Hello..."
"Hi," She gasped, breathless. "Is Kit here?"
The woman blinked. So used was she to Kit and Nita just popping up, she hadn't seen Nita enter through the front door in a very long time. The girl's cheeks were flushed, her eyes wide.
"He's probably still sleeping...." She said gently, and passed to let Nita in, shaking her head.
Nita made her way to Kit's room without thinking, her steps hurried and panicked. She paused for breath outside the white of his door, and knocked twice. When she didn't get an answer, she gently opened it. Kit's bed was made, as if had never been slept in, and she shivered. The window was wide open. As she made her way to close it, her foot stepped on a small, crinkled envelope, and she bent over to pick it up. There was no writing on the front, but she could feel the letter inside, and it buzzed in her fingers. Exactly the way her manual did when it contained a message. She gently ripped it open, careful not to rip the letter inside, and unfolded the neat paper. The writing was messy and in english, not as all with the usual care Kit took in his writing. Some of the letters were smudged, and as she passed her hand over to stains, she realized what they were.
Tear stains.
She read it over carefully, the horror growing as she took in his words. Heartfelt and gentle, like his sperm whale battle cries, his words flowed like the speech, although they were in english. She read it over twice, trying to convince herself she wasn't really reading what was on the paper. Her heart began to pound, tears slipping from her eyes, and the letter slipped from numb fingers to the floor.
"Kit..." She whispered. "Kit, no...you promised you would never do this!"
"He's at the moon." A mono tone voice spoke from the door, and she turned to see 'Mela standing there, her arms limp at her side. All the years she had known the Rodriguez family, all of Kit's sisters she had met, she knew 'Mela best out of all of them. 'Sisters', she called them, in the same calm assurance as the wizards she knew. And Camela Rodriguez never, ever, talked with no amount of expression.
"What?" She whispered.
"He's on the moon." She repeated, her voice the same as before, as if she were a record.
Then, 'Mela turned and left to return to her room. But not before she caught sight of the back of the girl's neck. Nita gasped.
Kit's signature.
Every set of partners around the world had a signature. The signature was to be left after a wizardry, so other local wizards knew what had been done, and who had done it. Dairine and Ronan's for example, was a heart with a lightning bolt down the center. Nita had seen it so often she had never really considered it before. Tom and Carl's was a hand with a drawn, curvy, line splitting it in two. (1)
Everyone's signature was unique to each set of partners, and there was no two alike. Nita remembered being confused from the twisty sign that had appeared in the message part of her manual, and she remembered discussing it with Ronan, who had simply started drawing their sign spontaneously.
But she had never seen another sign quite like her and Kit's. The signs were supposed to be non-suspicious, something a mortal would pay no attention to. But their sign was in the speech, something Nita had been sure would attract a non-wizard's attention. The figure for circulating life on Nita's part, and the sign for inanimate life on Kit's, bound and linked together by the similar loopy twirl at each end that signafied that all things _we're_ alive.
But the sign on Kit's sister's back was only Kit's sign, the jagged swirls that gave off 'made' instead of 'is.' and for some reason...when it was by itself, it just didn't look right.
Without another word, she disappeared from Kit's bedroom, and reapeared on the moon, glancing around in determination. Kit stood a small distance to the left, staring at the Earth as usual. But there was something about him...something that wasn't normal.
Everything about Kit was casual, his voice, his stance, his way of dressing. But this Kit was stiff. Kit could concentrate when needed, but the rest of the time his interest wandered freely, sometimes to the point where she had to snap her fingers in front his eyes to get his attention. But this Kit was staring fixedly at the Earth, even though she knew, he knew she was there.
"Kit?" She called hesitantly and he turned, watching her silently as she made her way towards him, getting used to the change in gravity. When she finally reached him, her sneakers skidding in the powdery moon dust she had made during her climb, she didn't know what to do. His eyes were dark, and she was positive she had never seen him look like that.
"Kit..."She started.
"Nita..." He replied, turning back to the Earth.
"Don't say my name like that." She ordered, clenching her teeth.
He finally turned his whole body to her, tilting his head in that annoying fasion that he knew made her melt. He used it to get what he wanted, and it always worked. It was his only weapon against her.
"Like what?" He asked innocently.
"Like...like..."
He raised an eyebrow and she sighed in defeat.
"Look, are you gunna talk or what?" she asked forcefully, angry with herself.
"Talk?"
She pointed at him accusingly.
"See! You're doing it again!" She hissed, jabbing his chest, and he grinned coldly.
"I don't know why you're upset..." He said off-handedly.
"That letter!" She cried, "That's why I'm upset!"
He sighed and rolled his eyes, turning his back to her and crossing his arms.
"Getting upset won't help things." He mumbled.
"Says you," She cracked, "Mr. Why-don't-you-tell-me-this-shit-before-you-plan-it!"
"That was different," he argued, more like himself. "You were putting yourself in danger."
"And you aren't?" she asked in obvious frustration.
"I'm not _giving_ myself to the Lone Power!" He hissed.
She stepped foward. She was getting to him, that was always the first step to finding out information he was containing.
"You don't know who this guy is! For all you know, he _could_ be the Lone Power!"
In her mind, she searched for the letter, and the words it had used. She was still terribly confused. It had started with Kit apologizing over and over, saying he was sorry and worthless. Then, it had gone on to say that Ronan's coma wasn't a mistake, or a fluke, that it was done on purpose, and he was now part of it. He hadn't explained in great detail about who this 'man' was, and what he was doing, only that Kit was assiting him somehow. She didn't understand.
"He's not!" Kit whirled around. "You don't understand!"
"I would if you'd tell me." She said gently, putting a hand on his shoulder.
He sighed, shrugging away from her hold.
"I already told you all I know." He said.
She shook her head. "But I don't..." She sighed, and sat down. "If you can't tell me about the weird guy, then atleast tell me what's going on with Ronan."
He lingered, considering her proposition, and then sat down beside her, brushing the moon dust off of his clothes. He was silent for awhile, and Nita say patiently, watching as various emotions passed through his face.
"Fine." he sighed, and she smiled. Mission accomplished.
"Ronan's condition isn't natural, as I'm sure you've realized already."
When she nodded, he looked up at the blue and green orb again, and continued.
"This man...well, he's not a man really, but his name is Arkel."
"Arkel?" She repeated and he nodded.
"I don't really know what he is. He's not a power, but he's not the highest form out there..."
"I heard him talking about that." He said thoughtfully.
"You can't really compare Power and God's, since they aren't really in the same chain at all, but Arkel is a part of both. A demi-god, I guess you could call him. Anyways, Arkel is in charge of fate."
"Like the grim reaper?" She asked in fear.
To her surprise, Kit laughed.
"No. He doesn't kill."
"Ronan's not exactly in good condition." She pointed out, and he sighed.
"No one really understands fate. But somehow, me, you, Dairine , and Ronan have messed with it. And when something messes with fate, Arkel has to deal with it. It's his job."
"We messed with the grand scheme of things." She dawned, "and now we're paying for it."
He nodded. "Somehow, someone's going to have to do something to cure Ronan, and somehow, it's going to throw fate back into balance."
"But why Ronan?" she asked, wishing for a moment it had been her instead.
"I don't know." He said honestly, and she sighed.
His eyes were averted, and something told Nita's gut that Kit knew exactly what had to be done. She stared at him expectantly.
"How can Ronan be cured?" she asked gently.
He sighed and leaned back, his head resting on his arms.
"Someone's going to have to sacrifice themselves." he said sadly.
"What?" She gasped, thinking immediatly what Dairine would do with this information.
"A sacrificial wizardry." He said quietly, his voice catching in his throat.
Suddenly he sat up, and pushed himself away.
"No, I've already told you way too much!"
"You still havn't told me why you're helping him!" She said, and he backed away.
His shoulders sagged, and he turned, and she knew he was going to run.
"Kit,"she said before he could. "You can tell me anything, you know."
His sad eyes met hers in one minute of understanding.
And then he ran.
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Darkness.
It wasn't something he was used to, nor that he particularly liked.
But Dairine's hopeful eyes kept looking at him from his memory.
So he kept on.
Ahh." A cold voice said from somewhere behind him.
He whirled around, and his eyes hardened. His 'brother' sat cross legged in the air, his arms crossed as well. His hair was brown today, his eyes matching those of the Callahan sisters, and he wondered if The Lone One was trying to use them as a weakness.
"And what, I wonder." It lowered himself to the ground. "Did I do to merit this visit?
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"Ronan?"
Dairine settled herself down beside the unconscious boy, somehow expecting an answer, and not receiving one. His eyes were still closed, his breathing consistant, and she fought the tears that threatened to appear in her eyes. Pushing his bangs away from his forehead, she kissed it, one single tear escaping.
"You'll be okay," She whispered. "I promise."
She watched him silently, and his face molded into a confused expression. She knew something about coma's, and she knew facial expressions were normal.(2) It was quite possible that Ronan knew everything that was going on around him. (3)
But what she saw next, she was not prepared for.
His eyes were open. (4)
She gasped, and they were closed again.
The sudden movement broke down her walls, and she leaned foward. Her face in her hands, she let the tears come. She couldn't take this. What has she done to deserve it? The tears still spilling down her cheeks, she settled down besise him, resting her head on his shoulder.
"I love you, Ronan." She whispered, "So you better come back to me..." and fell asleep in the first real sleep she'd had in a long time.
An hour later, Ronan's mother came through the door, and caught sight of them. Smiling gently, she shut the door quietly, and turned soberly towards the man sitting at her kitchen table.
She had some explaining to do.
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Alllrrrighhht! For once it isn't a cliffie.....exactly.
I hope this cleared SOME stuff up. I know it still doesn't make much sense, but it will soon, don't worry. I hope this fed your curiousity for now!
(1) I didn't really know what to make Tom and Carl's sign. For Nita and Kit's, it's in the speech. We know Dairine's and Ronan's specialties, thus the heart for emotions and that lightening bolt down the middle for elements. (Speaking of Ronan's speciatly, I was re-reading AWA and in Ronan's ordeal, he pushes the WHOLE OCEAN back from the shore, in which Nita comments he controls a pure element. I sat and stared at it for awhile. I hadn't even READ that part, or atleast not conciously enough for it to influence my stories. Making Ronan's specialty elements was randomly selected. Weird huh? Hmmmmm)
But Tom and Carl's....I really didn't know what to do since you don't REALLY see them do any wizardy, atleast not in the detail you see Nita and Kit. So I sat, and I thought, and I sat, and I thought, and I really couldn't come up with anything...so I thought more about the way we see Tom and Carl act around the house when Nita and Kit go to visit them.
Carl-the hand: There are numerous humorous (hey that rhymes...) scenes in which we see Carl fixing something. Under the sink, books.....under the sink...the lights...under the sink, so I thought maybe a good choice for Carl would be man-made systems, since we see him...erm..working with them so frequently, and we never Tom getting into any elbow grease.
Tom- The line down the center of the hand: We know that Tom is well known and respected for his spell writing. So the only logical thing at the time that I could think of for Tom was...well...writing spells....^_^.
(2) People in a coma are often known to do stuff like that. Make faces, laugh, cry, the whole deal. It doesn't necessarily mean they're coming to, and the doctors can tell if they are, because there's a difference in brain waves.
(3) In all depends on the patients. Some people don't remember anything at all, but there are some cases where people can repeat exact conversations, and knew what was happening around them through the entire time they're in a coma.
(4) That, my friends, actually happens. All the time. And it's scary, let's be honest. It's usually nothing more than a reflex (unless, of course, the person is actually waking up, in which the doctors would be able to tell.) It's a real shocker and an upseter..like Dairine, and it's a real wake up call, trust me.
Well,there ya go, I hope you liked this chapter! Please review!
P.S. It hit me when reading over the entire story so far, that Kit is acting like Riku. I'm sure one of you know's and/or plays Kingdom Hearts? Anyways, the last part in the last chapter made me think of the scene where Riku gives into the darkness...well, the first time...anyways! ^_^U
Disclaimer: -______________________________________- is all I have to say to you if you believe I own this. Hehehe...my best friend, upon the topic of disclaiming, was like "HOW could they possibly THINK you own something that FAMOUS." I was like "ugh...I'm not sure."
Anyways, I DON'T!
A/N: Okay, get ready for some information! FINALLY! Moi ah ha ah ha.
Also, I have found a new obsession.
Inuyasha! I love it!
Kagome: Inuyasha! SIT!
InuYasha: *Face plants*
heheh...what can I say...any show that's anime/action/romance AND humor...I can't get enough of.
Shout outs:
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katie janeway: *sweatdrops* Don't worry, I have an evil side too. Only mine came in a physical form and a male. A.k.a, my brother. Hope you like this chhhaaappiiie! *backs away from fighting*
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Little Lisa: Hehehe....sorry for upsetting you! It upset me too, don't worry. It does indeed...kinda like the Matrix.....*shakes head* Woah...I won't get into that again...*starts to think* Damnit!
Hehe...sorry for the long wait...I DO feel really bad about that,
Yes, a lot is explained here, atleast I hope it's cleared up!
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Fireblade K'Chona: ^_^
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SAT: Hehehe...IIIINNNDeeeeedd....*cough* Thankie!
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DsRockStar: Thank you! Hmmm....that's what I'd hoped for!
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Munchi: he he....no problem! That's great! Ask away.
Ahhh....That, my friend, is going to remain a mystery, even to me. Atleast for now. I might pop her in their at the end. But that's interesting, I was thinking along those lines. *glances around* Great minds think alike! Muahahahah..*grabs head* Too much thinking. It hurts now.
Hem hem...
Hmm, that's an interesting observation. I've never really thought about it, but it does make sense.
But I don't think she's 'physic'. I mean, if she's a wizard, can she be physic too? I do think she can sorta see into the future though, like in the last chapter. I've always seen Nita as perceptive, and I think she's just really sensitive to stuff that's happening that isn't supposed to be. Thus, the scary vision of Kit. I mean, it's obvious that Nita and Kit aren't normal wizards, so maybe the Powers That Be are giving them the ability to see stuff like that! I like your way of thinking! (Basically, because it's the same as mine)
Hope you like this chapter!
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Here we go!
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"Nita!" Dairine was immediately at her sister's bedside. "Nita, are you okay?"
"Kit..." Nita began to shiver. "Kit, Oh my god..."
"What?" Dairine whispered worriedly. "What is it? What happened?"
"Who's screaming up there?" Their father's voice floated up the stairs.
Without answering, Nita threw the covers off her bed. Brushing past her bewildered sister, she flew down the stairs and out the front door. Still clad in her pyjamas, she ran down the two blocks to Kit's house, not even thinking of wizardry, and pounding on the door.
"Nita!" His mother said, opening the door. "Hello..."
"Hi," She gasped, breathless. "Is Kit here?"
The woman blinked. So used was she to Kit and Nita just popping up, she hadn't seen Nita enter through the front door in a very long time. The girl's cheeks were flushed, her eyes wide.
"He's probably still sleeping...." She said gently, and passed to let Nita in, shaking her head.
Nita made her way to Kit's room without thinking, her steps hurried and panicked. She paused for breath outside the white of his door, and knocked twice. When she didn't get an answer, she gently opened it. Kit's bed was made, as if had never been slept in, and she shivered. The window was wide open. As she made her way to close it, her foot stepped on a small, crinkled envelope, and she bent over to pick it up. There was no writing on the front, but she could feel the letter inside, and it buzzed in her fingers. Exactly the way her manual did when it contained a message. She gently ripped it open, careful not to rip the letter inside, and unfolded the neat paper. The writing was messy and in english, not as all with the usual care Kit took in his writing. Some of the letters were smudged, and as she passed her hand over to stains, she realized what they were.
Tear stains.
She read it over carefully, the horror growing as she took in his words. Heartfelt and gentle, like his sperm whale battle cries, his words flowed like the speech, although they were in english. She read it over twice, trying to convince herself she wasn't really reading what was on the paper. Her heart began to pound, tears slipping from her eyes, and the letter slipped from numb fingers to the floor.
"Kit..." She whispered. "Kit, no...you promised you would never do this!"
"He's at the moon." A mono tone voice spoke from the door, and she turned to see 'Mela standing there, her arms limp at her side. All the years she had known the Rodriguez family, all of Kit's sisters she had met, she knew 'Mela best out of all of them. 'Sisters', she called them, in the same calm assurance as the wizards she knew. And Camela Rodriguez never, ever, talked with no amount of expression.
"What?" She whispered.
"He's on the moon." She repeated, her voice the same as before, as if she were a record.
Then, 'Mela turned and left to return to her room. But not before she caught sight of the back of the girl's neck. Nita gasped.
Kit's signature.
Every set of partners around the world had a signature. The signature was to be left after a wizardry, so other local wizards knew what had been done, and who had done it. Dairine and Ronan's for example, was a heart with a lightning bolt down the center. Nita had seen it so often she had never really considered it before. Tom and Carl's was a hand with a drawn, curvy, line splitting it in two. (1)
Everyone's signature was unique to each set of partners, and there was no two alike. Nita remembered being confused from the twisty sign that had appeared in the message part of her manual, and she remembered discussing it with Ronan, who had simply started drawing their sign spontaneously.
But she had never seen another sign quite like her and Kit's. The signs were supposed to be non-suspicious, something a mortal would pay no attention to. But their sign was in the speech, something Nita had been sure would attract a non-wizard's attention. The figure for circulating life on Nita's part, and the sign for inanimate life on Kit's, bound and linked together by the similar loopy twirl at each end that signafied that all things _we're_ alive.
But the sign on Kit's sister's back was only Kit's sign, the jagged swirls that gave off 'made' instead of 'is.' and for some reason...when it was by itself, it just didn't look right.
Without another word, she disappeared from Kit's bedroom, and reapeared on the moon, glancing around in determination. Kit stood a small distance to the left, staring at the Earth as usual. But there was something about him...something that wasn't normal.
Everything about Kit was casual, his voice, his stance, his way of dressing. But this Kit was stiff. Kit could concentrate when needed, but the rest of the time his interest wandered freely, sometimes to the point where she had to snap her fingers in front his eyes to get his attention. But this Kit was staring fixedly at the Earth, even though she knew, he knew she was there.
"Kit?" She called hesitantly and he turned, watching her silently as she made her way towards him, getting used to the change in gravity. When she finally reached him, her sneakers skidding in the powdery moon dust she had made during her climb, she didn't know what to do. His eyes were dark, and she was positive she had never seen him look like that.
"Kit..."She started.
"Nita..." He replied, turning back to the Earth.
"Don't say my name like that." She ordered, clenching her teeth.
He finally turned his whole body to her, tilting his head in that annoying fasion that he knew made her melt. He used it to get what he wanted, and it always worked. It was his only weapon against her.
"Like what?" He asked innocently.
"Like...like..."
He raised an eyebrow and she sighed in defeat.
"Look, are you gunna talk or what?" she asked forcefully, angry with herself.
"Talk?"
She pointed at him accusingly.
"See! You're doing it again!" She hissed, jabbing his chest, and he grinned coldly.
"I don't know why you're upset..." He said off-handedly.
"That letter!" She cried, "That's why I'm upset!"
He sighed and rolled his eyes, turning his back to her and crossing his arms.
"Getting upset won't help things." He mumbled.
"Says you," She cracked, "Mr. Why-don't-you-tell-me-this-shit-before-you-plan-it!"
"That was different," he argued, more like himself. "You were putting yourself in danger."
"And you aren't?" she asked in obvious frustration.
"I'm not _giving_ myself to the Lone Power!" He hissed.
She stepped foward. She was getting to him, that was always the first step to finding out information he was containing.
"You don't know who this guy is! For all you know, he _could_ be the Lone Power!"
In her mind, she searched for the letter, and the words it had used. She was still terribly confused. It had started with Kit apologizing over and over, saying he was sorry and worthless. Then, it had gone on to say that Ronan's coma wasn't a mistake, or a fluke, that it was done on purpose, and he was now part of it. He hadn't explained in great detail about who this 'man' was, and what he was doing, only that Kit was assiting him somehow. She didn't understand.
"He's not!" Kit whirled around. "You don't understand!"
"I would if you'd tell me." She said gently, putting a hand on his shoulder.
He sighed, shrugging away from her hold.
"I already told you all I know." He said.
She shook her head. "But I don't..." She sighed, and sat down. "If you can't tell me about the weird guy, then atleast tell me what's going on with Ronan."
He lingered, considering her proposition, and then sat down beside her, brushing the moon dust off of his clothes. He was silent for awhile, and Nita say patiently, watching as various emotions passed through his face.
"Fine." he sighed, and she smiled. Mission accomplished.
"Ronan's condition isn't natural, as I'm sure you've realized already."
When she nodded, he looked up at the blue and green orb again, and continued.
"This man...well, he's not a man really, but his name is Arkel."
"Arkel?" She repeated and he nodded.
"I don't really know what he is. He's not a power, but he's not the highest form out there..."
"I heard him talking about that." He said thoughtfully.
"You can't really compare Power and God's, since they aren't really in the same chain at all, but Arkel is a part of both. A demi-god, I guess you could call him. Anyways, Arkel is in charge of fate."
"Like the grim reaper?" She asked in fear.
To her surprise, Kit laughed.
"No. He doesn't kill."
"Ronan's not exactly in good condition." She pointed out, and he sighed.
"No one really understands fate. But somehow, me, you, Dairine , and Ronan have messed with it. And when something messes with fate, Arkel has to deal with it. It's his job."
"We messed with the grand scheme of things." She dawned, "and now we're paying for it."
He nodded. "Somehow, someone's going to have to do something to cure Ronan, and somehow, it's going to throw fate back into balance."
"But why Ronan?" she asked, wishing for a moment it had been her instead.
"I don't know." He said honestly, and she sighed.
His eyes were averted, and something told Nita's gut that Kit knew exactly what had to be done. She stared at him expectantly.
"How can Ronan be cured?" she asked gently.
He sighed and leaned back, his head resting on his arms.
"Someone's going to have to sacrifice themselves." he said sadly.
"What?" She gasped, thinking immediatly what Dairine would do with this information.
"A sacrificial wizardry." He said quietly, his voice catching in his throat.
Suddenly he sat up, and pushed himself away.
"No, I've already told you way too much!"
"You still havn't told me why you're helping him!" She said, and he backed away.
His shoulders sagged, and he turned, and she knew he was going to run.
"Kit,"she said before he could. "You can tell me anything, you know."
His sad eyes met hers in one minute of understanding.
And then he ran.
*~*~*~*~*
Darkness.
It wasn't something he was used to, nor that he particularly liked.
But Dairine's hopeful eyes kept looking at him from his memory.
So he kept on.
Ahh." A cold voice said from somewhere behind him.
He whirled around, and his eyes hardened. His 'brother' sat cross legged in the air, his arms crossed as well. His hair was brown today, his eyes matching those of the Callahan sisters, and he wondered if The Lone One was trying to use them as a weakness.
"And what, I wonder." It lowered himself to the ground. "Did I do to merit this visit?
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"Ronan?"
Dairine settled herself down beside the unconscious boy, somehow expecting an answer, and not receiving one. His eyes were still closed, his breathing consistant, and she fought the tears that threatened to appear in her eyes. Pushing his bangs away from his forehead, she kissed it, one single tear escaping.
"You'll be okay," She whispered. "I promise."
She watched him silently, and his face molded into a confused expression. She knew something about coma's, and she knew facial expressions were normal.(2) It was quite possible that Ronan knew everything that was going on around him. (3)
But what she saw next, she was not prepared for.
His eyes were open. (4)
She gasped, and they were closed again.
The sudden movement broke down her walls, and she leaned foward. Her face in her hands, she let the tears come. She couldn't take this. What has she done to deserve it? The tears still spilling down her cheeks, she settled down besise him, resting her head on his shoulder.
"I love you, Ronan." She whispered, "So you better come back to me..." and fell asleep in the first real sleep she'd had in a long time.
An hour later, Ronan's mother came through the door, and caught sight of them. Smiling gently, she shut the door quietly, and turned soberly towards the man sitting at her kitchen table.
She had some explaining to do.
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Alllrrrighhht! For once it isn't a cliffie.....exactly.
I hope this cleared SOME stuff up. I know it still doesn't make much sense, but it will soon, don't worry. I hope this fed your curiousity for now!
(1) I didn't really know what to make Tom and Carl's sign. For Nita and Kit's, it's in the speech. We know Dairine's and Ronan's specialties, thus the heart for emotions and that lightening bolt down the middle for elements. (Speaking of Ronan's speciatly, I was re-reading AWA and in Ronan's ordeal, he pushes the WHOLE OCEAN back from the shore, in which Nita comments he controls a pure element. I sat and stared at it for awhile. I hadn't even READ that part, or atleast not conciously enough for it to influence my stories. Making Ronan's specialty elements was randomly selected. Weird huh? Hmmmmm)
But Tom and Carl's....I really didn't know what to do since you don't REALLY see them do any wizardy, atleast not in the detail you see Nita and Kit. So I sat, and I thought, and I sat, and I thought, and I really couldn't come up with anything...so I thought more about the way we see Tom and Carl act around the house when Nita and Kit go to visit them.
Carl-the hand: There are numerous humorous (hey that rhymes...) scenes in which we see Carl fixing something. Under the sink, books.....under the sink...the lights...under the sink, so I thought maybe a good choice for Carl would be man-made systems, since we see him...erm..working with them so frequently, and we never Tom getting into any elbow grease.
Tom- The line down the center of the hand: We know that Tom is well known and respected for his spell writing. So the only logical thing at the time that I could think of for Tom was...well...writing spells....^_^.
(2) People in a coma are often known to do stuff like that. Make faces, laugh, cry, the whole deal. It doesn't necessarily mean they're coming to, and the doctors can tell if they are, because there's a difference in brain waves.
(3) In all depends on the patients. Some people don't remember anything at all, but there are some cases where people can repeat exact conversations, and knew what was happening around them through the entire time they're in a coma.
(4) That, my friends, actually happens. All the time. And it's scary, let's be honest. It's usually nothing more than a reflex (unless, of course, the person is actually waking up, in which the doctors would be able to tell.) It's a real shocker and an upseter..like Dairine, and it's a real wake up call, trust me.
Well,there ya go, I hope you liked this chapter! Please review!
P.S. It hit me when reading over the entire story so far, that Kit is acting like Riku. I'm sure one of you know's and/or plays Kingdom Hearts? Anyways, the last part in the last chapter made me think of the scene where Riku gives into the darkness...well, the first time...anyways! ^_^U