"Past the Walls."
Disclaimer: MMMEE no own...
A/N: Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry. Put all standard excuses here.......I've been really messed up about this story and I needed to collect my thoughts. In other words...writers block...again. I have an extremely week writer's block immunity system. Anyways...I made this chapter especially long, and hopefully a little explanatory...or atleast I tried to...hope you enjoy!
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"My son is in a coma?"
The words coming out of the strangers mouth didn't seem quite normal. His son? By biological standards maybe....
But that wasn't fair, and Christine Nolan knew it. Ronan's adoption had been through an agency; an agency that didn't provide very much information about Ronan's real parents. She didn't know what had happened, why they had left Ronan at the children's hospital. She couldn't really blame this man sitting in front of her.
He looked exactly like Ronan, she realized, and it was obvious where he son had inherited his looks. She had always been appalled by Ronan's capability of hiding his emotions, and it seemed his real father could too.
"Yes," she whispered gently.
"Is he being hospitalised?" David Barr stood abruptly, the identification papers clutched in his hands. She shank back a bit. He was a very, very, strong looking man. His stance relaxed slightly, seeing her fear, and he apologized profoundly. She shook her head.
"No..." She said, and placed her small hands on the table. "You'd best sit down for this."
He followed her orders, his eyes never leaving her face. He placed his much larger hands in his lap and waited patiently for her to continue. She couldn't help but smile, Ronan was definitely like his father, no matter how much the subject pained her.
"Roan is not being hospitalised, because his injury isn't quite normal." She began hesitantly. She really had no idea how she was going to explain this, since she didn't really fully understand it herself.
One eyebrow was raised, and she sighed.
"You see, Mr.Barr..." She said softly, "Ronan is a wizard."
She expected some form of expression. Confusion, surprise, disbelief. But David's eyes remained on her face as if she had simply commented on the weather, and again waited with his patient air for her to go on. She found that she couldn't....how could he take this so easily?
When he noticed her obvious confusion at his reaction, he smiled.
"I knew. I don't know if Ronan has explained to you the way things are done, but I was...informed...of Ronan's wizardry. I myself, am a wizard." He said.
She stared at him in shock for a few moments, sensing a feeling of deja vu. She remembered feeling the exact same way when Ronan had told her of his magical escapades.
Shaking her head, she continued.
"Well then. You know of the dangers involved in this...witchcraft?" She asked.
"Wizardry," David corrected, sounding exactly like Ronan. "And yes, I am."
"It seems Ronan has been affected by these dangers." She said, and he nodded.
"I see." He stood, and she was again surprised that no more explanation was required.
He moved his way over to her, and took her hand in a gesture of comfort.
"Ronan will be okay," He smiled. "He was raised exactly the way I wanted."
She was too shocked to respond and he stood again to leave, retrieving his coat as he went. She stood as well reaching a hand out to tap him on the shoulder. He turned.
"Why is it that...." She started, and her voice died with the difficulty of the question.
"I left Ronan at the hospital?"
She nodded and he smiled sadly.
"I couldn't put this into words that you would understand." He said regretfully, and she nodded, understanding how complex wizardry really was.
"But I want you to know that I wouldn't have abandoned Ronan if I had any choice," He continued in a sad, quiet voice, "but he was in grave danger."
She was silent, the fear that this man was going to take her baby away dying in her heart and being replaced by an unbearable sadness.
"I'm sorry," She whispered and he shrugged it off, making his way to the door.
"It's not your fault.." He said, and opened the door, tipping his hat at her in mock politeness.
"Would I have permission to come back and see Ronan?" He asked.
"Any time.." She said, to her own surprise and he smiled Ronan's grin.
"Thank you." He said, hoping she would catch the double meaning, which she did.
And with that, the door was shut, and she heard the sound which usually meant Ronan was coming or leaving. The sound of a loud explosion. But she was used t it by now...
As Christine Nolan watched Dairine and her son from the bedroom door, she began to understand how serious wizardry really was. She found herself smiling at the pair of them. Ronan wasn't conscious, but she could still feel the bond between the two teenagers. Maybe fate did exist after all, maybe things did happen for a reason.
And as she turned to the kitchen to start making her dinner, still smiling, she nodded.
She'd probably never know.
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Excuse me Mister, do you have the time?
Or are you so important that it stands still for you?
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"Believe me, it's not my choice." Ro hissed.
"Ahh." It said again, and looked him over. "Ro, is it? You seem to like this form."
He shrugged, and It laughed in cruel amusement
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Excuse me Mister, won't you lend me your ears?
Or are you not only blind but do you not hear?
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"Nice place you got here." Ro shot back.
"Well, fortunately for me, I have nice siblings who pick these places out for me."
"Huh," Ro said smugly. "Still upset about that are we?"
"As you are, about this Ronan figure." It shot back.
Ro sighed. This wasn't getting him anywhere.
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Excuse me Mister, but isn't that your oil in the sea?
And the pollution in the air Mister, who's could that be?
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"So you know." He said finally, and his brother nodded.
"Of course I do."
Ro tested the ground with his feet, and then sat down, staring up at the older Power in front of him. He didn't really know what he was doing here. Maybe it was because he had promised her...but he knew in his heart this visit wasn't going to have the desired effect.
"Dairine asked me to visit you." he said softly.
"Ahh. The girlfriend's upset, is she?"
Ro glared. "Yes," He sighed.
"Well," It sat down as well. "I don't know what you expect me to do about."
"Of course not." Ro said cheerfully. "You're the reason she's upset."
"Not the reason. I'm the reason she _can_ be upset." It corrected.
Ro shrugged again. "I was surprised this one wasn't your fault."
"Fault..." It shook his head. "You're starting to speak like them."
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So excuse me Mister, but I'm a Mister too
And you're giving Mister a bad name, Mister like you
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"I've grown fond of them." he said, and smirked when It winced at the terminology.
"So I see. This girl is making you weaker." It said, as if it were the most shameful thing.
Ro sat silent, the words playing around in his head.
"I don't understand these words that you use." He said finally.
It rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, well." It said, suddenly speaking in slang. "I don't really like those Callahans."
Ro tilted his head. "Why?"
It shrugged. "They're always messing up my plans."
"You like their eyes, apparently"
"I'm a big fan of creeper-peepers." It joked.
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So im taking the Mister from out in front of your name
Coz it's a Mister like you that puts the rest of us to shame
It's a Mister like you putting the rest of us to shame
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Ro grinned. " Anyways, all wizards mess up your plans."
"Yeah," He agreed. "But _they_ are special, or haven't you noticed."
"I've noticed."
"And that Rodriguez kid..."
"Hey," Ro interrupted. "I didn't come here for that."
He endured a long moment of the Lone One's hard, cold gaze. He had forgotten what it was like to be searched and calculated. When his 'brother' had been banished, 'Ro' had been forced into early responsibility. Too early. He was still young, after all. But many thousands of years he had been 'looked up to.' and it suddenly hit him that he hadn't had anyone to 'look up to.'
"You already know the outcome." It said, finally.
Ro looked away.
"And you know that coming here would not help." It continued.
"Yes," Ro agreed. "But I promised her I would come and 'talk' to you about it.'
"I'm surprised," It said, "She's never associated with me freely."
"Wizards don't...can't hold grudges. She knows you have nothing to do with Ronan's case..."
"In other words?" It raised an eyebrow.
"She's extremely upset."
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And I,
I've seen enough
Oh, I have seen enough
I've seen enough to know,
That I've seen too much
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"What are you going to tell her?" It asked, in genuine curiosity.
He shrugged. "As much as I can without getting in trouble."
It laugh, and Ro, suddenly realizing his mistake, glared.
"You worry so much about what They think." It said mockingly.
"Of course I do." Ro answered simply.
"Wouldn't it be easier to disobey Them? If it meant helping your lady friend?" It suggested.
Ro was silent again, almost so silent in the everlasting silence that you could hear it. The Lone One sat quietly, It's silver eyes aflame, his mouth curving upwards.
"Your tricks may work on Wizards," He said acidly. "But I think you're forgetting I'm not one."
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Excuse me Mister, can't you see the children dying?
You say that you can help them...
Mister you're not even trying
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It stood and Ro watched from his position on the floor as It began to pace.
"Ah, yes." it said. "But you are so young and vulnerable I often think you are."
Ro fought the hurt bubbling inside his chest, and stood also.
"I'm still learning." He said defensively
"Indeed."
"I hate you."
"Ah-ah-ah!" It scolded. "You are not supposed to feel hate...I invented it, remember?"
"Just because you invented doesn't mean I don't feel it!" He hissed.
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Excuse me Mister, just take a look around
Oh Mister, just look up and you will,
see what's coming down
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It shook his head. "Young, you are."
"Yes, Yoda. We went over that already." He sat down again.
It crossed his arms.
"My point," he said crossly. "Is that I don't think you fully understand."
"Understand what?" He replied, truly confused.
"What is happening with your former vessel?" It asked.
And so Ro went on to explain, as much as he could. He told of the new planet, and Mr.God man, and of Ronan's slipping into unconsciousness. Then he spoke of Kit's issues, and what Dairine had told him of Ronan's real father visiting his house. It nodded a few times through out the whole story, and finally shook his head.
"You do realize a sacrificial wizardry will have to be performed." It said.
Ro nodded sadly. "Yes."
"And you do also realize that you cannot sacrifice?"
He nodded again. "Of course."
It sat down again, a knee propped up against It's chest.
"As for Christopher...." It trailed off.
"Do you think Kit will sacrifice himself?"
It shook his head. "No.'Kit' will not sacrifice himself."
"Then why is he acting so strangely!" He exclaimed, slamming a fist into the darkness.
"Temper, Temper." it said. "I cannot tell you."
The anger that he had been trying so hard to control was let loose, and he charged at his brother, punching his fist into's It's chest. Over and over again, knowing it would do no harm, but no caring. It welcomed the outburst, although it hit Ro that It probably could have flown him across the room. Or into oblivion.
When Ro was done, breathing heavily, he stepped back shamefully.
"Sorry." He murmured.
"You need not apologize to me." It pointed out. "I understand your pain."
Ro shook his head. "No, you don't."
"You are worried Dairi will sacrifice herself?"
When Ro didn't say anything, It smirked.
"I cannot reassure you, little one." He said gently, except this was The Lone Power
and the Lone Power wasn't gentle....
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See when Mister you're rattlin'...on Heaven's gate
.......By then it is too late
See, when Mister when you get there
The don't ask you what you did
The just ask what you gave
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"I know." He sighed, closing his eyes and searching for a refraction of light he could push himself through.
"I do not expect you will be back." It said, as he found one, and moved toward it.
"Not if I can help it!" He smiled, turning back to face It.
It wasn't smiling. Ro hadn't expected anything else. But It wasn't gloating or glaring. It was simply watching. Ro sighed.
"I really do miss you, you know." Ro said quietly, and disappeared from the dark space in which the Lone Power was held captive. Had Ro stayed a second longer, had he looked back from returning to Timeheart, he would have seen something that no one had ever seen and probably would never see again. It was smiling.
" My little one," It whispered. "You _are_ a young fool. I invented loneliness. I feel it too."
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Nita was getting used to these dreams, the ones that showed her what she really didn't want to see. During the day, with her family and friends, she pretended everything was okay. She pretended nothing was wrong with Kit at all, that everything was normal.
But at night, she couldn't pretend, couldn't ignore the horrible visions someone, somewhere was giving her.
Kit, dressed in completely in black, practically melting in to his surroundings. His posture was straight, as a soldiers would be in the presence of a superior. His dark eyes stared fixedly ahead, as Arkel circled him, studying Kit and nodding in approval.
"Kit."
"Sir." Kit answered, his voice monotone.
"What is your mission?" Arkel asked forcefully.
"To eliminate all that are close to Ronan." Kit answered.
"Excellent." Arkel agreed.
Nita could only watch from her transparent place in front of them. Eliminate? Was Kit going to _Kill_?! But she was not in the right state to think. Who was this imposter? Was Kit being possessed?
'No,' she thought savagely, as Kit stared on. 'He's brainwashed, that's what's happening.'
And as Arkel continued to circle Kit, never once breaking the Hispanic teenager's eye contact with the horizon, the words that flew from the 'Demi-Gods' mouth did nothing to put out her suspicions.
"And what?" he hissed, "Should happen if you fail?"
She could feel, rather than see, Kit take in a breath.
"Nita...you'll hurt her.." He said, and Nita gasped.
He sounded as if her were traumatized. Lost, scared, confused. As if he were on the brink of tears and not really sure why. As if he were walking towards somewhere, and not really sure where he was going. One hand to her mouth, she reached a hand out.
'I'm so stupid..' She thought. 'Why didn't I see this before? Why couldn't I see something was haunting him?'
'You did,' A voice hissed back. 'You just didn't want to believe it.'
"Correct!" Arkel boomed. "Because we cannot fail, Mr. Rodriguez."
"No." the stoic Kit was back, his eyes flickering back to an emotionless void.
And as shocked and confused Nita was. As sad and terrified, as determined and lost, she found all her feelings blending and mixing into one of her worst.
Anger.
When she had talked to Kit, that day on the Moon, he had made it sound as if it were his own choice to join forces with Arkel in whatever it was that he did. But now...now that she knew what it was that Arkel was doing...
She remembered being confused. Fate...fate was a good thing wasn't it? But it wasn't and Nita was now well aware of that. With it's romantic fazing, she had failed to see Fate outside it's fairytale interpretation. Fate, was controlling, dictating. And it seemed, seeing the character Arkel was, that it would do anything for it to stay that way.
'Even kill?" She thought in amazement.
As she watched the stoic Kit standing there, his eyes dark and forbidding. Uncaring. As she watched Arkel's eyes glow with glee, she knew.
'Even kill,' the voice in her head decided.
Kit wasn't doing this willingly. Kit, with his love for Shakespeare and chocolate. Kit, with his would-be skater style, and that cute little blush that didn't fill his whole face only over his freckles. Kit, with his stubbornness and determination, with his love and anger for everything, would never kill anything on his own will. She KNEW that...and she wondered briefly how she suspected him of it before.
Kit was being threatened, Nita realized, her eyes narrowing and darkening in determination.
"Where is your first target?" Arkel asked.
"The Callahan house." Kit said, as if it was somewhere he had never cared to visit.
"Excellent." Arkel said.
Nita, found with a new fiery determination, opened her eyes.
"Oh," She hissed at the ceiling, throwing her covers off herself. "Not if I can happen."
And as she looked at herself in the mirror one hour later, as she heard her sister slam the front door, she clenched her fists.
Kit was going to go through hell before killing Nita Callahan's sister.
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Awww...now this was an etchy thing to write, because the Lone Power is an extremely complex and confusing character. You may or may no agree with me, but I believe the Lone Power suffers also...and since he's not the _Real_ bad guy in this one, I decided I would try to win him some sympathy. I mean, when I first read 'So you Want to be a Wizard' I think I was like..eleven..and I was all "Grrrr...eviiill eviill Lone Power!" But when I read 'High Wizardry'..my perceptive was changed. I know he still sucks, but I began to understand more of what he was, instead of just some evil guy that could be kicked my Peter Pan's ass...sorry.
Also, Kit being a killer...I'll admit, yeah right. But under the brain-washy threatening things going on, plus Kit's problems...I think it would be easy for Arkel to get Kit to do pretty much whatever he wanted.
Now, please note, Kit's not becoming a murderer. He's not going to be all...I don't know...first degree or anything like that. He's being manipulated people...maananiipppulllaaattteeddd!
ARUUUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
*Clears throat* ^_^*
Anyways, Please review!
Next up: Chapter...five? In which Kit pulls a Heero Yuy!
Disclaimer: MMMEE no own...
A/N: Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry. Put all standard excuses here.......I've been really messed up about this story and I needed to collect my thoughts. In other words...writers block...again. I have an extremely week writer's block immunity system. Anyways...I made this chapter especially long, and hopefully a little explanatory...or atleast I tried to...hope you enjoy!
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"My son is in a coma?"
The words coming out of the strangers mouth didn't seem quite normal. His son? By biological standards maybe....
But that wasn't fair, and Christine Nolan knew it. Ronan's adoption had been through an agency; an agency that didn't provide very much information about Ronan's real parents. She didn't know what had happened, why they had left Ronan at the children's hospital. She couldn't really blame this man sitting in front of her.
He looked exactly like Ronan, she realized, and it was obvious where he son had inherited his looks. She had always been appalled by Ronan's capability of hiding his emotions, and it seemed his real father could too.
"Yes," she whispered gently.
"Is he being hospitalised?" David Barr stood abruptly, the identification papers clutched in his hands. She shank back a bit. He was a very, very, strong looking man. His stance relaxed slightly, seeing her fear, and he apologized profoundly. She shook her head.
"No..." She said, and placed her small hands on the table. "You'd best sit down for this."
He followed her orders, his eyes never leaving her face. He placed his much larger hands in his lap and waited patiently for her to continue. She couldn't help but smile, Ronan was definitely like his father, no matter how much the subject pained her.
"Roan is not being hospitalised, because his injury isn't quite normal." She began hesitantly. She really had no idea how she was going to explain this, since she didn't really fully understand it herself.
One eyebrow was raised, and she sighed.
"You see, Mr.Barr..." She said softly, "Ronan is a wizard."
She expected some form of expression. Confusion, surprise, disbelief. But David's eyes remained on her face as if she had simply commented on the weather, and again waited with his patient air for her to go on. She found that she couldn't....how could he take this so easily?
When he noticed her obvious confusion at his reaction, he smiled.
"I knew. I don't know if Ronan has explained to you the way things are done, but I was...informed...of Ronan's wizardry. I myself, am a wizard." He said.
She stared at him in shock for a few moments, sensing a feeling of deja vu. She remembered feeling the exact same way when Ronan had told her of his magical escapades.
Shaking her head, she continued.
"Well then. You know of the dangers involved in this...witchcraft?" She asked.
"Wizardry," David corrected, sounding exactly like Ronan. "And yes, I am."
"It seems Ronan has been affected by these dangers." She said, and he nodded.
"I see." He stood, and she was again surprised that no more explanation was required.
He moved his way over to her, and took her hand in a gesture of comfort.
"Ronan will be okay," He smiled. "He was raised exactly the way I wanted."
She was too shocked to respond and he stood again to leave, retrieving his coat as he went. She stood as well reaching a hand out to tap him on the shoulder. He turned.
"Why is it that...." She started, and her voice died with the difficulty of the question.
"I left Ronan at the hospital?"
She nodded and he smiled sadly.
"I couldn't put this into words that you would understand." He said regretfully, and she nodded, understanding how complex wizardry really was.
"But I want you to know that I wouldn't have abandoned Ronan if I had any choice," He continued in a sad, quiet voice, "but he was in grave danger."
She was silent, the fear that this man was going to take her baby away dying in her heart and being replaced by an unbearable sadness.
"I'm sorry," She whispered and he shrugged it off, making his way to the door.
"It's not your fault.." He said, and opened the door, tipping his hat at her in mock politeness.
"Would I have permission to come back and see Ronan?" He asked.
"Any time.." She said, to her own surprise and he smiled Ronan's grin.
"Thank you." He said, hoping she would catch the double meaning, which she did.
And with that, the door was shut, and she heard the sound which usually meant Ronan was coming or leaving. The sound of a loud explosion. But she was used t it by now...
As Christine Nolan watched Dairine and her son from the bedroom door, she began to understand how serious wizardry really was. She found herself smiling at the pair of them. Ronan wasn't conscious, but she could still feel the bond between the two teenagers. Maybe fate did exist after all, maybe things did happen for a reason.
And as she turned to the kitchen to start making her dinner, still smiling, she nodded.
She'd probably never know.
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Excuse me Mister, do you have the time?
Or are you so important that it stands still for you?
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"Believe me, it's not my choice." Ro hissed.
"Ahh." It said again, and looked him over. "Ro, is it? You seem to like this form."
He shrugged, and It laughed in cruel amusement
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Excuse me Mister, won't you lend me your ears?
Or are you not only blind but do you not hear?
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"Nice place you got here." Ro shot back.
"Well, fortunately for me, I have nice siblings who pick these places out for me."
"Huh," Ro said smugly. "Still upset about that are we?"
"As you are, about this Ronan figure." It shot back.
Ro sighed. This wasn't getting him anywhere.
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Excuse me Mister, but isn't that your oil in the sea?
And the pollution in the air Mister, who's could that be?
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"So you know." He said finally, and his brother nodded.
"Of course I do."
Ro tested the ground with his feet, and then sat down, staring up at the older Power in front of him. He didn't really know what he was doing here. Maybe it was because he had promised her...but he knew in his heart this visit wasn't going to have the desired effect.
"Dairine asked me to visit you." he said softly.
"Ahh. The girlfriend's upset, is she?"
Ro glared. "Yes," He sighed.
"Well," It sat down as well. "I don't know what you expect me to do about."
"Of course not." Ro said cheerfully. "You're the reason she's upset."
"Not the reason. I'm the reason she _can_ be upset." It corrected.
Ro shrugged again. "I was surprised this one wasn't your fault."
"Fault..." It shook his head. "You're starting to speak like them."
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So excuse me Mister, but I'm a Mister too
And you're giving Mister a bad name, Mister like you
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"I've grown fond of them." he said, and smirked when It winced at the terminology.
"So I see. This girl is making you weaker." It said, as if it were the most shameful thing.
Ro sat silent, the words playing around in his head.
"I don't understand these words that you use." He said finally.
It rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, well." It said, suddenly speaking in slang. "I don't really like those Callahans."
Ro tilted his head. "Why?"
It shrugged. "They're always messing up my plans."
"You like their eyes, apparently"
"I'm a big fan of creeper-peepers." It joked.
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So im taking the Mister from out in front of your name
Coz it's a Mister like you that puts the rest of us to shame
It's a Mister like you putting the rest of us to shame
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Ro grinned. " Anyways, all wizards mess up your plans."
"Yeah," He agreed. "But _they_ are special, or haven't you noticed."
"I've noticed."
"And that Rodriguez kid..."
"Hey," Ro interrupted. "I didn't come here for that."
He endured a long moment of the Lone One's hard, cold gaze. He had forgotten what it was like to be searched and calculated. When his 'brother' had been banished, 'Ro' had been forced into early responsibility. Too early. He was still young, after all. But many thousands of years he had been 'looked up to.' and it suddenly hit him that he hadn't had anyone to 'look up to.'
"You already know the outcome." It said, finally.
Ro looked away.
"And you know that coming here would not help." It continued.
"Yes," Ro agreed. "But I promised her I would come and 'talk' to you about it.'
"I'm surprised," It said, "She's never associated with me freely."
"Wizards don't...can't hold grudges. She knows you have nothing to do with Ronan's case..."
"In other words?" It raised an eyebrow.
"She's extremely upset."
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And I,
I've seen enough
Oh, I have seen enough
I've seen enough to know,
That I've seen too much
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"What are you going to tell her?" It asked, in genuine curiosity.
He shrugged. "As much as I can without getting in trouble."
It laugh, and Ro, suddenly realizing his mistake, glared.
"You worry so much about what They think." It said mockingly.
"Of course I do." Ro answered simply.
"Wouldn't it be easier to disobey Them? If it meant helping your lady friend?" It suggested.
Ro was silent again, almost so silent in the everlasting silence that you could hear it. The Lone One sat quietly, It's silver eyes aflame, his mouth curving upwards.
"Your tricks may work on Wizards," He said acidly. "But I think you're forgetting I'm not one."
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Excuse me Mister, can't you see the children dying?
You say that you can help them...
Mister you're not even trying
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It stood and Ro watched from his position on the floor as It began to pace.
"Ah, yes." it said. "But you are so young and vulnerable I often think you are."
Ro fought the hurt bubbling inside his chest, and stood also.
"I'm still learning." He said defensively
"Indeed."
"I hate you."
"Ah-ah-ah!" It scolded. "You are not supposed to feel hate...I invented it, remember?"
"Just because you invented doesn't mean I don't feel it!" He hissed.
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Excuse me Mister, just take a look around
Oh Mister, just look up and you will,
see what's coming down
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It shook his head. "Young, you are."
"Yes, Yoda. We went over that already." He sat down again.
It crossed his arms.
"My point," he said crossly. "Is that I don't think you fully understand."
"Understand what?" He replied, truly confused.
"What is happening with your former vessel?" It asked.
And so Ro went on to explain, as much as he could. He told of the new planet, and Mr.God man, and of Ronan's slipping into unconsciousness. Then he spoke of Kit's issues, and what Dairine had told him of Ronan's real father visiting his house. It nodded a few times through out the whole story, and finally shook his head.
"You do realize a sacrificial wizardry will have to be performed." It said.
Ro nodded sadly. "Yes."
"And you do also realize that you cannot sacrifice?"
He nodded again. "Of course."
It sat down again, a knee propped up against It's chest.
"As for Christopher...." It trailed off.
"Do you think Kit will sacrifice himself?"
It shook his head. "No.'Kit' will not sacrifice himself."
"Then why is he acting so strangely!" He exclaimed, slamming a fist into the darkness.
"Temper, Temper." it said. "I cannot tell you."
The anger that he had been trying so hard to control was let loose, and he charged at his brother, punching his fist into's It's chest. Over and over again, knowing it would do no harm, but no caring. It welcomed the outburst, although it hit Ro that It probably could have flown him across the room. Or into oblivion.
When Ro was done, breathing heavily, he stepped back shamefully.
"Sorry." He murmured.
"You need not apologize to me." It pointed out. "I understand your pain."
Ro shook his head. "No, you don't."
"You are worried Dairi will sacrifice herself?"
When Ro didn't say anything, It smirked.
"I cannot reassure you, little one." He said gently, except this was The Lone Power
and the Lone Power wasn't gentle....
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See when Mister you're rattlin'...on Heaven's gate
.......By then it is too late
See, when Mister when you get there
The don't ask you what you did
The just ask what you gave
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"I know." He sighed, closing his eyes and searching for a refraction of light he could push himself through.
"I do not expect you will be back." It said, as he found one, and moved toward it.
"Not if I can help it!" He smiled, turning back to face It.
It wasn't smiling. Ro hadn't expected anything else. But It wasn't gloating or glaring. It was simply watching. Ro sighed.
"I really do miss you, you know." Ro said quietly, and disappeared from the dark space in which the Lone Power was held captive. Had Ro stayed a second longer, had he looked back from returning to Timeheart, he would have seen something that no one had ever seen and probably would never see again. It was smiling.
" My little one," It whispered. "You _are_ a young fool. I invented loneliness. I feel it too."
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Nita was getting used to these dreams, the ones that showed her what she really didn't want to see. During the day, with her family and friends, she pretended everything was okay. She pretended nothing was wrong with Kit at all, that everything was normal.
But at night, she couldn't pretend, couldn't ignore the horrible visions someone, somewhere was giving her.
Kit, dressed in completely in black, practically melting in to his surroundings. His posture was straight, as a soldiers would be in the presence of a superior. His dark eyes stared fixedly ahead, as Arkel circled him, studying Kit and nodding in approval.
"Kit."
"Sir." Kit answered, his voice monotone.
"What is your mission?" Arkel asked forcefully.
"To eliminate all that are close to Ronan." Kit answered.
"Excellent." Arkel agreed.
Nita could only watch from her transparent place in front of them. Eliminate? Was Kit going to _Kill_?! But she was not in the right state to think. Who was this imposter? Was Kit being possessed?
'No,' she thought savagely, as Kit stared on. 'He's brainwashed, that's what's happening.'
And as Arkel continued to circle Kit, never once breaking the Hispanic teenager's eye contact with the horizon, the words that flew from the 'Demi-Gods' mouth did nothing to put out her suspicions.
"And what?" he hissed, "Should happen if you fail?"
She could feel, rather than see, Kit take in a breath.
"Nita...you'll hurt her.." He said, and Nita gasped.
He sounded as if her were traumatized. Lost, scared, confused. As if he were on the brink of tears and not really sure why. As if he were walking towards somewhere, and not really sure where he was going. One hand to her mouth, she reached a hand out.
'I'm so stupid..' She thought. 'Why didn't I see this before? Why couldn't I see something was haunting him?'
'You did,' A voice hissed back. 'You just didn't want to believe it.'
"Correct!" Arkel boomed. "Because we cannot fail, Mr. Rodriguez."
"No." the stoic Kit was back, his eyes flickering back to an emotionless void.
And as shocked and confused Nita was. As sad and terrified, as determined and lost, she found all her feelings blending and mixing into one of her worst.
Anger.
When she had talked to Kit, that day on the Moon, he had made it sound as if it were his own choice to join forces with Arkel in whatever it was that he did. But now...now that she knew what it was that Arkel was doing...
She remembered being confused. Fate...fate was a good thing wasn't it? But it wasn't and Nita was now well aware of that. With it's romantic fazing, she had failed to see Fate outside it's fairytale interpretation. Fate, was controlling, dictating. And it seemed, seeing the character Arkel was, that it would do anything for it to stay that way.
'Even kill?" She thought in amazement.
As she watched the stoic Kit standing there, his eyes dark and forbidding. Uncaring. As she watched Arkel's eyes glow with glee, she knew.
'Even kill,' the voice in her head decided.
Kit wasn't doing this willingly. Kit, with his love for Shakespeare and chocolate. Kit, with his would-be skater style, and that cute little blush that didn't fill his whole face only over his freckles. Kit, with his stubbornness and determination, with his love and anger for everything, would never kill anything on his own will. She KNEW that...and she wondered briefly how she suspected him of it before.
Kit was being threatened, Nita realized, her eyes narrowing and darkening in determination.
"Where is your first target?" Arkel asked.
"The Callahan house." Kit said, as if it was somewhere he had never cared to visit.
"Excellent." Arkel said.
Nita, found with a new fiery determination, opened her eyes.
"Oh," She hissed at the ceiling, throwing her covers off herself. "Not if I can happen."
And as she looked at herself in the mirror one hour later, as she heard her sister slam the front door, she clenched her fists.
Kit was going to go through hell before killing Nita Callahan's sister.
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Awww...now this was an etchy thing to write, because the Lone Power is an extremely complex and confusing character. You may or may no agree with me, but I believe the Lone Power suffers also...and since he's not the _Real_ bad guy in this one, I decided I would try to win him some sympathy. I mean, when I first read 'So you Want to be a Wizard' I think I was like..eleven..and I was all "Grrrr...eviiill eviill Lone Power!" But when I read 'High Wizardry'..my perceptive was changed. I know he still sucks, but I began to understand more of what he was, instead of just some evil guy that could be kicked my Peter Pan's ass...sorry.
Also, Kit being a killer...I'll admit, yeah right. But under the brain-washy threatening things going on, plus Kit's problems...I think it would be easy for Arkel to get Kit to do pretty much whatever he wanted.
Now, please note, Kit's not becoming a murderer. He's not going to be all...I don't know...first degree or anything like that. He's being manipulated people...maananiipppulllaaattteeddd!
ARUUUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
*Clears throat* ^_^*
Anyways, Please review!
Next up: Chapter...five? In which Kit pulls a Heero Yuy!