"Past the Walls."
Disclaimer: I don't own Young Wizards, I hadn't even READ A wizard alone, can you believe it? My library's been holding it for me for about three months, and I still hadn't read it. My book store doesn't have it in stock at all, but they've got all those fancy smanshy Box sets and stuff. Those are nice folks, but I'd much rather read the new...hell,it's not even new anymore! Is Holiday out yet? Anyways...*Sniff* I don't own it..
A/N: Okay people. I've been depriving you off REAL fluff for this whole story. Well, my friends, in this story there is major fluff. It isn't WAFF though...it's too intensely into the story and Kit being evil and all for their to be WAFF but there is fluff. You'll get a major dose of WAFF at the end, I promise.
Nothing to do with the story note: Seto Kaiba is officially my favourite Yu-gi-oh! Character. I just watched the episode, (For like, the fifteenth time...damn re-runs) where he breaks into his own house. He's so cool! And I saw the 'new' one last week, where it's flashbacks of him and Mokuba when they first get sent to the orphange...*sigh* He's the best. ^_-...even if he happens to be an ass...
Shout outs!:
Shima and Tempis: ^_^ I hope you like this one!
NoLa Bels: Ha...sweet. Oh yeah. This is were it's gunna get INSTENSE!
Munchi: Hahha...all your predictions...your just gunna have to wait an see!
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He knew the house almost as well as he knew his own. He knew which doors led to what rooms, which windows belonged to his favourite, and now it seemed all this pointless cognizance was finally going to come in handy. Putting a silence spell on himself, manual in hand, he made his way to the kitchen door, and threw it open.
He scanned the house cautiously, eyeing for any sign of life. He had extensive...back up plans if anything were to interfere. Their father, say, and especially Nita.
"Don't let anything get in your way." Arkel had ordered. "Do not fear to eliminate standers-by."
His eyes narrowed, glancing around the empty kitchen and sighing. It would be much easier if he didn't have to harm anymore than he had to.
'Had to?' A voice hissed in his head. 'This is what you want isn't it?'
"Yes," He said out loud, clenching his fists.
The fire of determination burning forth, he raised his head to look up the stairs, knowing they lead exactly where he wanted to go. However, to his dismay, there was one obstacle.
Nita Callahan, back in black.
Literally.
She was dressed up in an attire similar to his own. When Arkel had first given him the appropriate gear, his initial reaction was that it was all a little too James Bond. Black shirt, blank pants, and even the black shoes.
"Okay," he had felt like saying, "I'm a bad ass, now. Who am I trying to seduce?"
He wondered briefly how Nita had managed to mock his outfit. And then, upon discovering he really didn't care, he eyed her cautiously.
"Dai." She said cheerfully, "Fancy seeing _you_ here, Kit."
He growled at her obvious sarcasm, remaining still and silent. He couldn't...wouldn't give her the advantage.
*~*~*~*~*~*
"You look hot in black." She teased, twirling her hair around her finger.
"Get out of my way, Nita." He scowled.
"What?" She feigned surprise. "You're in my house...and you're telling me what to do?"
"Nita.."
"Wouldn't you be here to see me?" She mocked a look of hurt. "What are you doing here?"
"Stop playing games." He hissed, seeing through her acting.
"Games?" She asked innocently. " Oh, I see. You're having an affair with Dairine, now?"
He opened his mouth to speak, immediately seeing the challenge behind the fake worry in her eyes, and closed it. He rolled his eyes at the ceiling.
"Yeah," He said sarcastically, playing her game. "Now will you move?"
"So you _were_ using me!" she put a hand on her hip, clicking her tongue, shaking her head and looking away.
His anger bubbled over, and without a second thought, he whipped his metal antenna pointing it squarely at her heart. He watched as her eyes widened in shock, her arms falling slack against her sides. He didn't know weather to be worried or satisfied by this, and his hand shook his he gripped his want tighter.
"I'll do it." He hissed. "Give me a reason, I will. Now move out my way."
"Kit." Her voice sounded choked, her eyes still wide in disbelief. Whatever she had expected, it wasn't this. Kit hesitated for a moment, the shaking of his hand travelling up his arm.
'What the hell is this?' he thought, 'the Nita I know wouldn't take this shit.'
'Shit?' that voice hissed again. 'This is what you want, isn't it?'
'No!' he argued. 'No, this isn't what I want!'
'You don't know her anymore!' it replied calmly. 'She's what's keeping you in the past!'
'Yeah,' He agreed, his eyes narrowing. 'She's manipulating me! This is what I want.'
'Yes!' the voice echoed in satisfaction. 'This is what you want.'
"Get out my way, Nita!" He demanded, his hand becoming steady.
It happened in an instant. Nita's eyes flashed, the end of Kit's wand sparked, and she whipped out her Rowan wand, pointing it back directly at his heart, her position mimicking his.
"I will not get out of your way, Christopher Rodriguez. You're going to have to make me."
And so it began. The antenna made a sound akin to one of a laser powering up, and it immediately turned fiery red in Kit's hand. The wood lit up brightly, emitting a sound like small fairy bells, and it looked like Nita was holding a large glow stick. They glared at eachother, and sparks flew from their wands, into the air, disappearing into eachother.
There was a moment's silence, in which the world stilled. The dishwasher stopped whirling, the wind stopped blowing, and everything Nita and Kit controlled became one in protest.
"Tagadire!"
"Tsutaai!"
Their voices mixed naturally, thrown in with the aura of protest coming from all the life around them. A thin white line shot out of Nita's end, a twisting and sparking shot of electricity from Kit's, and the two spells met in the centre of the room, becoming one.
There was a moment in which nothing happened, the lines continued to meet as if they were cancelling eachother out. Then, there was the sound of uprising, as if one hundred people were singing in high voices, and the spells exploded, pitching Kit forward. The explosion ceased, and Kit groaned, opening his eyes and finding himself on top of Nita.
Their wands were scattered, flown from their hands during the blow. Breathing heavily, she looked up at him, a mixture of fear and hope scattered across her eyes. Her arms were pinned under his own, and Kit couldn't help but think what a compromising situation it was.
She watched calmly, not giving him any reason to pull away, and he sat paretically straddling her, lost in his own turmoil. His eyes flickered and back and she sighed, reaching up and flicking a bang from his void-like eyes.
"I would have hoped it would never come to this." She whispered.
He placed his face next to hers in exhaustion, his brain and that voice screaming at him to get away, his heart and body unwilling to. Her arms, now unpinned hesitantly rose up to wrap around his chest. His breath was warm and soft on her ear, and she wondered sadly if she would ever be able to do this again.
"Nita." He whispered, pleading her.
"Kit...I.."
She didn't know what to say, and his only response was a gentle kiss on the skin of her neck and she shivered. A chill, cold and tingly, one she had missed so much ran down her spine, and she pulled him tighter.
"I love you." She murmured, hoping that somehow this could fix what was broken.
He lifted his face, staring into hers, as if the concept was completely new to him. His eyes were alight with new emotion, and he leaned in, his lips inches from her own.
But the loud sound of suction pulled them apart, and Nita looked up, startled. A swirling, black void was in the middle of her living room, and she cried out as Kit was pulled out of her arms.
"Kit!" She screamed, frozen in place.
But he was falling, being pulled back into the dark hole, his fingers reaching out and barely touching hers. And then, he was gone. Pulled into the swirl and disappearing as it closed.
"No.." She whimpered.
There was the sound of an opening door, and pounding feet as her sister ran down the stairs. (A/N: Yeah..perfect timing, Dairi..)
"Nita! What..what was that sound?" She cried, helping her sister up.
"What sound?" She asked dazedly.
"There was a huge explosion!" Dairine waved her arms around her head in like a crazy woman.
Nita shook herself. The explosion had been atleast five minutes ago, and her sister had just reacted? Then, the breeze blew her hair back through the open window, and there was a series of clicks as the dishwasher started up again. Nita's heart skipped a beat.
'We stopped time..' she thought. 'If we were in trouble before, we're in for it now.'
"Nothing." She told her sister. "I accidentally translocated here instead of outside."
Her sister stared at her disbelievingly, and then seemed to drop it, turning to head back upstairs.
"Okay," She said, "But be careful."
Once her sister had disappeared into her own room, Nita turned back to scan the damage, shocked to find there was none. Had the explosion been her imagination? Impossible, if Dairine had heard it. She wondered how it could have thrown her and Kit off their feet, and not done any harm to the furniture and homage around them. She shook her head, bending down to pick up her wand, and gasped in surprise as she realized it wasn't there.
It had been sucked into the void with Kit.
That was a serious problem. But she was in no mood to deal with it right away, and she slowly made her way up the stairs, careful to make as little sound as possible. She didn't want to alarm Dairine. She was so perceptive these days.
As she crossed her room, and flew herself on her bed, she let the tears come. Reaching her hand up and picking up a colourful box from her bedside table, she stroked the soft wrapping that covered it, her tears splashing against it.
"Happy Birthday, Kit." She whispered, and lay her head down for a long, vision-less sleep.
*~*~*
"I thought we made an agreement, Mr. Rodriguez?"
His only response was a cry of pain, as Arkel lifted the wand in his hand up, and forced energy out in a jet, which cut across Kit's back.
He had been shocked and angry, observing the scene in which had taken in place in the Callahan residence. Fate had been twisted by the four gifted ones before, but never had Arkel seen two wizards so young who could stop time unconsciously. Fear had ruled his mind then. What exactly was he dealing with?
But when he saw Kit fall to the ground as he came through the black hole Arkel had created, lying in a crumpled form in front of him, all emotions moulded into anger.
The two wands that had come with Kit were now fused together, a small white stick with metallic snakes wrapping around it.
Kit was now on his knees, kneeling away from Arkel, back to face. Red marks where Arkel's spell had stuck him were deep against his back.
"Did we, Mr. Rodriguez?" He shot again.
Kit cried out. "Yes!"
"And did you break that agreement?"
"No, I..."
The electric shot re-ran a former cut, and Kit arched his back in pain, eyes clenched shut.
"We cannot afford to fail!" He hissed. "And if anything you have worsened the situation!"
"I'm.." Kit cried. "I'm sorry!"
"Will it happen again?" He growled.
"I..."
A quick whiplash of pain, and Kit's eyes were in the back of his head.
"WILL IT HAPPEN AGAIN?"
"NO! NO, it won't happen again!"
And with a choked sob, Kit passed out, hard and cold in the dark place he hated so much.
*~*~*~*~*~*
David Barr sighed, kicking open his door with as little grace as possible, and dropping his bag to the ground. One flick of his hand, and the lights were on, the pot on the stove nearby beginning to boil. He sank down on his couch, running his hands through his hair.
"You wear yourself out."
He raised his head, and met the soft eyes of the woman he loved. He smiled slightly.
"Just a days work." He protested.
She rolled her eyes, reaching up and brushing her cool hand against his forehead.
"You worry about Ronan too much." She declared.
"You worry about ME too much." He shot back and she grinned.
"Ronan's a strong boy, just like his mother." She confirmed.
"Hey!" He yelled in protest, and she giggled.
He grinned softly, reaching up to touch her and then realizing he couldn't.
"I miss you." He said softly, and she smiled sadly.
But the words echoed dully in the room, and when he blinked, she was gone. He sighed, leaning his head against the arm rest. He was living in the past, in his memories. This just wasn't the way it was supposed to be.
He looked up and over at the pictures that lined his walls. Pictures of Ronan when he was a baby, happy, smiling, carefree. He had no worries at all in the world, and David sighed sadly.
He still shouldn't have had any worries in the world.
And as the water in the pot boiled over, as he agreed with his body that he was too lazy to get up, he wondered if that was his fault.
*~*~*~*~*~*
"It's not the lone Power, Ronan." Dairine said softly, tucking her chin under his head.
"But I guess you already knew that," She continued. "Why didn't you tell me you were so sick?"
Ronan stayed silent, as always, his breathing regular and comfortable. As if he were sleeping.
"I wish I know how to wake you up." She sighed. "I think Ro knows...but he won't tell me."
Ronan's face scrunched up, as if in irritation.
"Exactly what I thought!" She cried, and smiled gently. "Great minds think alike I guess, not matter what state one or both of them are in..."
She sat up, swinging her leg over the side of the bed and standing. Leaning over, she brushed her lips over his, relishing in the comfort it provided. Then, plopping down on to her usual chair beside his bed, she watched him, chin in hand.
"Your dad...your biological.. dad... came to visit a couple of days ago, did you hear him?"
Silence.
"I think he was really upset to see you like this.," She pondered. "Like he blamed himself..."
She gazed at him steadily.
"But I know it's not." she said. "Because I can tell your Dad loves you."
She sighed in frustration.
"I mean, both of them do. What am I supposed to call each of them now?"
And although Ronan was silent throughout her whole one-sided conversation, he whimpered. She blinked in shock, and then ran her hand over his face.
"I'm sorry," She whispered. "I wish you had told me about this..all of this...your adoption."
And as she looked at him, lying there, motionless, his form was replaced by a memory. Him sitting up, him smiling at her, his eyes twinkling mischievously.
"It doesn't matter." He was saying, reaching out to pull her to him.
And as his memory-self disappeared, replaced once again by his dormant form, she sighed.
"It did matter, didn't it?" She asked. "and I was too selfish to make sure you were alright."
"Dairi..." He murmured, and she froze.
Curling up beside him, she revelled in his warmth.
"One day, Ronan..." She whispered. "One day,we'll be allowed to be okay."
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Keep it real and please review!
Disclaimer: I don't own Young Wizards, I hadn't even READ A wizard alone, can you believe it? My library's been holding it for me for about three months, and I still hadn't read it. My book store doesn't have it in stock at all, but they've got all those fancy smanshy Box sets and stuff. Those are nice folks, but I'd much rather read the new...hell,it's not even new anymore! Is Holiday out yet? Anyways...*Sniff* I don't own it..
A/N: Okay people. I've been depriving you off REAL fluff for this whole story. Well, my friends, in this story there is major fluff. It isn't WAFF though...it's too intensely into the story and Kit being evil and all for their to be WAFF but there is fluff. You'll get a major dose of WAFF at the end, I promise.
Nothing to do with the story note: Seto Kaiba is officially my favourite Yu-gi-oh! Character. I just watched the episode, (For like, the fifteenth time...damn re-runs) where he breaks into his own house. He's so cool! And I saw the 'new' one last week, where it's flashbacks of him and Mokuba when they first get sent to the orphange...*sigh* He's the best. ^_-...even if he happens to be an ass...
Shout outs!:
Shima and Tempis: ^_^ I hope you like this one!
NoLa Bels: Ha...sweet. Oh yeah. This is were it's gunna get INSTENSE!
Munchi: Hahha...all your predictions...your just gunna have to wait an see!
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He knew the house almost as well as he knew his own. He knew which doors led to what rooms, which windows belonged to his favourite, and now it seemed all this pointless cognizance was finally going to come in handy. Putting a silence spell on himself, manual in hand, he made his way to the kitchen door, and threw it open.
He scanned the house cautiously, eyeing for any sign of life. He had extensive...back up plans if anything were to interfere. Their father, say, and especially Nita.
"Don't let anything get in your way." Arkel had ordered. "Do not fear to eliminate standers-by."
His eyes narrowed, glancing around the empty kitchen and sighing. It would be much easier if he didn't have to harm anymore than he had to.
'Had to?' A voice hissed in his head. 'This is what you want isn't it?'
"Yes," He said out loud, clenching his fists.
The fire of determination burning forth, he raised his head to look up the stairs, knowing they lead exactly where he wanted to go. However, to his dismay, there was one obstacle.
Nita Callahan, back in black.
Literally.
She was dressed up in an attire similar to his own. When Arkel had first given him the appropriate gear, his initial reaction was that it was all a little too James Bond. Black shirt, blank pants, and even the black shoes.
"Okay," he had felt like saying, "I'm a bad ass, now. Who am I trying to seduce?"
He wondered briefly how Nita had managed to mock his outfit. And then, upon discovering he really didn't care, he eyed her cautiously.
"Dai." She said cheerfully, "Fancy seeing _you_ here, Kit."
He growled at her obvious sarcasm, remaining still and silent. He couldn't...wouldn't give her the advantage.
*~*~*~*~*~*
"You look hot in black." She teased, twirling her hair around her finger.
"Get out of my way, Nita." He scowled.
"What?" She feigned surprise. "You're in my house...and you're telling me what to do?"
"Nita.."
"Wouldn't you be here to see me?" She mocked a look of hurt. "What are you doing here?"
"Stop playing games." He hissed, seeing through her acting.
"Games?" She asked innocently. " Oh, I see. You're having an affair with Dairine, now?"
He opened his mouth to speak, immediately seeing the challenge behind the fake worry in her eyes, and closed it. He rolled his eyes at the ceiling.
"Yeah," He said sarcastically, playing her game. "Now will you move?"
"So you _were_ using me!" she put a hand on her hip, clicking her tongue, shaking her head and looking away.
His anger bubbled over, and without a second thought, he whipped his metal antenna pointing it squarely at her heart. He watched as her eyes widened in shock, her arms falling slack against her sides. He didn't know weather to be worried or satisfied by this, and his hand shook his he gripped his want tighter.
"I'll do it." He hissed. "Give me a reason, I will. Now move out my way."
"Kit." Her voice sounded choked, her eyes still wide in disbelief. Whatever she had expected, it wasn't this. Kit hesitated for a moment, the shaking of his hand travelling up his arm.
'What the hell is this?' he thought, 'the Nita I know wouldn't take this shit.'
'Shit?' that voice hissed again. 'This is what you want, isn't it?'
'No!' he argued. 'No, this isn't what I want!'
'You don't know her anymore!' it replied calmly. 'She's what's keeping you in the past!'
'Yeah,' He agreed, his eyes narrowing. 'She's manipulating me! This is what I want.'
'Yes!' the voice echoed in satisfaction. 'This is what you want.'
"Get out my way, Nita!" He demanded, his hand becoming steady.
It happened in an instant. Nita's eyes flashed, the end of Kit's wand sparked, and she whipped out her Rowan wand, pointing it back directly at his heart, her position mimicking his.
"I will not get out of your way, Christopher Rodriguez. You're going to have to make me."
And so it began. The antenna made a sound akin to one of a laser powering up, and it immediately turned fiery red in Kit's hand. The wood lit up brightly, emitting a sound like small fairy bells, and it looked like Nita was holding a large glow stick. They glared at eachother, and sparks flew from their wands, into the air, disappearing into eachother.
There was a moment's silence, in which the world stilled. The dishwasher stopped whirling, the wind stopped blowing, and everything Nita and Kit controlled became one in protest.
"Tagadire!"
"Tsutaai!"
Their voices mixed naturally, thrown in with the aura of protest coming from all the life around them. A thin white line shot out of Nita's end, a twisting and sparking shot of electricity from Kit's, and the two spells met in the centre of the room, becoming one.
There was a moment in which nothing happened, the lines continued to meet as if they were cancelling eachother out. Then, there was the sound of uprising, as if one hundred people were singing in high voices, and the spells exploded, pitching Kit forward. The explosion ceased, and Kit groaned, opening his eyes and finding himself on top of Nita.
Their wands were scattered, flown from their hands during the blow. Breathing heavily, she looked up at him, a mixture of fear and hope scattered across her eyes. Her arms were pinned under his own, and Kit couldn't help but think what a compromising situation it was.
She watched calmly, not giving him any reason to pull away, and he sat paretically straddling her, lost in his own turmoil. His eyes flickered and back and she sighed, reaching up and flicking a bang from his void-like eyes.
"I would have hoped it would never come to this." She whispered.
He placed his face next to hers in exhaustion, his brain and that voice screaming at him to get away, his heart and body unwilling to. Her arms, now unpinned hesitantly rose up to wrap around his chest. His breath was warm and soft on her ear, and she wondered sadly if she would ever be able to do this again.
"Nita." He whispered, pleading her.
"Kit...I.."
She didn't know what to say, and his only response was a gentle kiss on the skin of her neck and she shivered. A chill, cold and tingly, one she had missed so much ran down her spine, and she pulled him tighter.
"I love you." She murmured, hoping that somehow this could fix what was broken.
He lifted his face, staring into hers, as if the concept was completely new to him. His eyes were alight with new emotion, and he leaned in, his lips inches from her own.
But the loud sound of suction pulled them apart, and Nita looked up, startled. A swirling, black void was in the middle of her living room, and she cried out as Kit was pulled out of her arms.
"Kit!" She screamed, frozen in place.
But he was falling, being pulled back into the dark hole, his fingers reaching out and barely touching hers. And then, he was gone. Pulled into the swirl and disappearing as it closed.
"No.." She whimpered.
There was the sound of an opening door, and pounding feet as her sister ran down the stairs. (A/N: Yeah..perfect timing, Dairi..)
"Nita! What..what was that sound?" She cried, helping her sister up.
"What sound?" She asked dazedly.
"There was a huge explosion!" Dairine waved her arms around her head in like a crazy woman.
Nita shook herself. The explosion had been atleast five minutes ago, and her sister had just reacted? Then, the breeze blew her hair back through the open window, and there was a series of clicks as the dishwasher started up again. Nita's heart skipped a beat.
'We stopped time..' she thought. 'If we were in trouble before, we're in for it now.'
"Nothing." She told her sister. "I accidentally translocated here instead of outside."
Her sister stared at her disbelievingly, and then seemed to drop it, turning to head back upstairs.
"Okay," She said, "But be careful."
Once her sister had disappeared into her own room, Nita turned back to scan the damage, shocked to find there was none. Had the explosion been her imagination? Impossible, if Dairine had heard it. She wondered how it could have thrown her and Kit off their feet, and not done any harm to the furniture and homage around them. She shook her head, bending down to pick up her wand, and gasped in surprise as she realized it wasn't there.
It had been sucked into the void with Kit.
That was a serious problem. But she was in no mood to deal with it right away, and she slowly made her way up the stairs, careful to make as little sound as possible. She didn't want to alarm Dairine. She was so perceptive these days.
As she crossed her room, and flew herself on her bed, she let the tears come. Reaching her hand up and picking up a colourful box from her bedside table, she stroked the soft wrapping that covered it, her tears splashing against it.
"Happy Birthday, Kit." She whispered, and lay her head down for a long, vision-less sleep.
*~*~*
"I thought we made an agreement, Mr. Rodriguez?"
His only response was a cry of pain, as Arkel lifted the wand in his hand up, and forced energy out in a jet, which cut across Kit's back.
He had been shocked and angry, observing the scene in which had taken in place in the Callahan residence. Fate had been twisted by the four gifted ones before, but never had Arkel seen two wizards so young who could stop time unconsciously. Fear had ruled his mind then. What exactly was he dealing with?
But when he saw Kit fall to the ground as he came through the black hole Arkel had created, lying in a crumpled form in front of him, all emotions moulded into anger.
The two wands that had come with Kit were now fused together, a small white stick with metallic snakes wrapping around it.
Kit was now on his knees, kneeling away from Arkel, back to face. Red marks where Arkel's spell had stuck him were deep against his back.
"Did we, Mr. Rodriguez?" He shot again.
Kit cried out. "Yes!"
"And did you break that agreement?"
"No, I..."
The electric shot re-ran a former cut, and Kit arched his back in pain, eyes clenched shut.
"We cannot afford to fail!" He hissed. "And if anything you have worsened the situation!"
"I'm.." Kit cried. "I'm sorry!"
"Will it happen again?" He growled.
"I..."
A quick whiplash of pain, and Kit's eyes were in the back of his head.
"WILL IT HAPPEN AGAIN?"
"NO! NO, it won't happen again!"
And with a choked sob, Kit passed out, hard and cold in the dark place he hated so much.
*~*~*~*~*~*
David Barr sighed, kicking open his door with as little grace as possible, and dropping his bag to the ground. One flick of his hand, and the lights were on, the pot on the stove nearby beginning to boil. He sank down on his couch, running his hands through his hair.
"You wear yourself out."
He raised his head, and met the soft eyes of the woman he loved. He smiled slightly.
"Just a days work." He protested.
She rolled her eyes, reaching up and brushing her cool hand against his forehead.
"You worry about Ronan too much." She declared.
"You worry about ME too much." He shot back and she grinned.
"Ronan's a strong boy, just like his mother." She confirmed.
"Hey!" He yelled in protest, and she giggled.
He grinned softly, reaching up to touch her and then realizing he couldn't.
"I miss you." He said softly, and she smiled sadly.
But the words echoed dully in the room, and when he blinked, she was gone. He sighed, leaning his head against the arm rest. He was living in the past, in his memories. This just wasn't the way it was supposed to be.
He looked up and over at the pictures that lined his walls. Pictures of Ronan when he was a baby, happy, smiling, carefree. He had no worries at all in the world, and David sighed sadly.
He still shouldn't have had any worries in the world.
And as the water in the pot boiled over, as he agreed with his body that he was too lazy to get up, he wondered if that was his fault.
*~*~*~*~*~*
"It's not the lone Power, Ronan." Dairine said softly, tucking her chin under his head.
"But I guess you already knew that," She continued. "Why didn't you tell me you were so sick?"
Ronan stayed silent, as always, his breathing regular and comfortable. As if he were sleeping.
"I wish I know how to wake you up." She sighed. "I think Ro knows...but he won't tell me."
Ronan's face scrunched up, as if in irritation.
"Exactly what I thought!" She cried, and smiled gently. "Great minds think alike I guess, not matter what state one or both of them are in..."
She sat up, swinging her leg over the side of the bed and standing. Leaning over, she brushed her lips over his, relishing in the comfort it provided. Then, plopping down on to her usual chair beside his bed, she watched him, chin in hand.
"Your dad...your biological.. dad... came to visit a couple of days ago, did you hear him?"
Silence.
"I think he was really upset to see you like this.," She pondered. "Like he blamed himself..."
She gazed at him steadily.
"But I know it's not." she said. "Because I can tell your Dad loves you."
She sighed in frustration.
"I mean, both of them do. What am I supposed to call each of them now?"
And although Ronan was silent throughout her whole one-sided conversation, he whimpered. She blinked in shock, and then ran her hand over his face.
"I'm sorry," She whispered. "I wish you had told me about this..all of this...your adoption."
And as she looked at him, lying there, motionless, his form was replaced by a memory. Him sitting up, him smiling at her, his eyes twinkling mischievously.
"It doesn't matter." He was saying, reaching out to pull her to him.
And as his memory-self disappeared, replaced once again by his dormant form, she sighed.
"It did matter, didn't it?" She asked. "and I was too selfish to make sure you were alright."
"Dairi..." He murmured, and she froze.
Curling up beside him, she revelled in his warmth.
"One day, Ronan..." She whispered. "One day,we'll be allowed to be okay."
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Keep it real and please review!