"Past the Walls."
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A/N: Okkkkkkkaaaayyy.....the chapter in which we find mulitple spanish hotties, bloopers, and a lot of confusion. Fun fun. Hope ye likey....go Captain Jack Sparrow? And Peter Pan! And Harry Potter! And Tidus!....I'm done....and....*slap* nope, I'm done.
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Caught between reality, and the hazy water that the partly done transformation had done to her mind, Nita Callahan retched and fell on to her knees, gasping for what little breath she could manage.
"Mrs...Mrs. Rodriguez.." She choked.
"Shh." The woman soothed, passing a hand over Nita's forehead, and she felt slightly better.
Better enough to watch with coherency as her best friend's mother made her way over to her son. (A/N: I know, I know. But I don't like the way bestfriend/boyfriend looks. To me, it isn't one or the other, you know? It can be both...moving right along...) The short, stocky figure who looked so much like Kit raised a gentle hand to his forehead. Kit didn't react, simply stood with his arms crossed, staring bored like at his mother.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. "This...this really is my fault...I was selfish..."
"Mrs...Rodriguez....what..."
But before Nita could finish her gasped question, a scent of wizardry traced through the air, and a blue globe appeared from the end of the woman's hand.
'Kit's mom...' Nita thought dazedly 'a...wizard? That's impossible!'
But here it was. Kit's mom, the woman who had been so worried and opposed against Wizardry, the woman who had just come to accept it, was doing magic right before her eyes.
"Silence, Nita." The woman demanded. "I need to show you...you, all four of you, need to see...but first...you must pass the Test."
Nita didn't really like the sound of that.
"T-test?"
The woman smiled. "I know, you must be terribly confused. But patience...no questions. First, I need you to pass a few scenarios...for me to...show you...everything."
And before she could ask what this everything was, the blue glob hurled itself at her. She ducked, and it whirled around again, this time firing itself in the direction of Kit. He watched it in the same bored fashion he had been regarding everything else, and for some reason, his cool calm prevented Nita from yelling out in panic. The orb hit him, sending him slamming into an invisible wall, his head arched back, his eyes closed.
And then, suddenly, there were two of him.
It was just like in her dream, only there were two Kit's now, instead of one. The one on the left, was shaking his head, obviously getting over the shock from the blow. He raised his head, looking as bored and cold as before, his arms crossed.
But on the right, was the light Kit. He was looking around in his usual fascination with everything, bouncing on his heels. When his eyes landed on her, he tilted his head and smiled. Though he too, clad completely in white except for his sock, remained silent.
"I don't understand." She whispered.
"Light and dark. Two opposites, never to be anything by themselves. Light is not dark, dark is not light. It is not in between, it never can be." His mother explained.
"I...you want me to...choose?" She whispered.
The pained regret on the woman's face was obvious, and it gave Nita her answer.
"Kit.." She whispered, not sure which one she was addressing. The both looked at her, not saying a word, waiting for her to make her choice. They knew, the both did...but still smiling that stupid adorable grin, the light Kit stepped forward, and took Nita's hand. A flash of white, an uprising of voices, and Nita was floating at the corner of her classroom, watching as a scene she had quite forgotten took place.
(Vision)
Her vision self was seated at one of the desks. Her hair was short, and choppy, layered unrhythmical and becoming longer as it drew back from her face and just to the bottom of her neck. Her hair was much longer now, gotten over the depression of losing her mother...cutting her hair had been a move of defiance...
The Nita sitting at the desk let out a quiet sob, and it only took a few moments before Vision Kit entered the classroom. Nita hadn't known it before, as she hadn't known then he had entered the room until he had spoken. But the look of concern that overcame his face was almost painful to watch. They had been fighting so much lately, over so many stupid things, and she hadn't treated him like a best friend at all...and still, he was here...
"Nita," The vision Kit murmured, setting down his school books and crouching down beside her desk. "Neets..."
That Nita sniffed. "Go away...you're not supposed to see this."
Kit shook his head, sitting backwards on the chair that belonged to the desk in front of her. He leaned on his folded arms for a moment, before hesitantly reaching up and placing his hands on her cut hair.
"Sweetie..." He whispered, sounding as if he could choke up himself. "It's okay..."
"What's okay?" She sobbed into her hands. "What's okay, Kit? Nothing's okay."
Kit remained silent, reaching one hand off her head, and looking for a moment as if he were going to touch her cheek. But he hesitated, and instead set his hand gently on the desk. He gazed in thoughtful pain at her lowered head, as he stroked her hair with one hand.
"It's okay to cry." He said after awhile. "Neets, it really is."
"No one wants to see it," She growled. "No one cares."
"That's not–." He cramped his eyes shut, and with a daring determination, he took her face in her hands and tilted it upwards. He breath in slowly at the sight of her, tears settling in her upset features, and he ran his thumbs gently over her face.
"I care." He said simply, and she stared at him for a moment. Then, he stood up slowly and came around the desk. She fell into his hug, sobbing, finally without restraint, into his shoulder.
"I won't let this happen to you, Nita." He spoke softly. "I promise."
(End vision.)
She released her grip on the light Kit's hand, staring guiltily at the white nail marks that appeared on his. But he continued to smile, always smiling. It confused her, she wasn't really annoyed, as she sometimes was when Kit went into those up-beat moods of his. It was almost a relief to see his smile, she hadn't seen it in so long. But as warming as it was, Nita couldn't grasp the concept that she was actually looking at Kit. It didn't feel right.
She lost her train of thought though, as the dark Kit approached, glaring steadily at the other one. The light Kit tilted his head forward, observing as always, as much a hard look as his current personality would allow. The darker Kit sneered at it's other half, and grasped Nita's upper arm, as if to pull her away. She felt dizzy for a moment, as if she was being whirled around in one of those ridiculously spinney rides Kit loved, and then another flash, and she was watching herself enter a sleeping vision Kit's bedroom.
(Vision.)
It amused Nita how she could always seem to tell what kind of mood Kit would wake up in just by the way he slept. Today, she could tell he'd had a bad sleep. His back was twisted, his arm thrown over his eyes to block out the sun. She winced, debating weather to wake him up or not.
"Kit?" She asked gently, deciding it was necessary.
"Growayad..."
"Eh?" She blinked.
"Goray.."
"What?" She leaned closer, and he sat up suddenly, glaring at her.
"Isaiddd..go...way." He snapped sleepily, and she leaned back in fear of her health. His eyes were dark and sleepy, but she could tell he was coherent enough to actually mean what he was saying. She didn't waste time feeling hurt, and her eyes narrowed angrily.
"Well, good morning to you too, Sleeping Beauty!" She growled, pulling his covers off.
"Nita!" He hissed, wrapping his arms around himself. "Bug off."
"Tom and Carl called." She informed him icily. "We're needed."
"They can find someone else."
"You sure?"
"Absolutely." He shot her a look, plainly telling her he had seriously meant what he had said before. This time, a hot flash of hurt crossed her face and she stood. There was no apology, no call for her to come back as she made her way to the door. But she hadn't expected it, Kit wasn't like that, not when he got into one of his moods. It wasn't unusual for him to be in bad moods in the morning, but it wasn't frequent and it confused her to know end. Weren't you supposed to be fresh and peppy in the morning?
She turned back hesitantly as she stood in the doorway. He was sitting up, his back resting against the slanted wall that his bed rested against. His arms were crossed, his jaw tight, and she couldn't help but smile.
"Oh, Christopher?"
He glanced at her, looking her up and down, his eyes icy and expectant. She grinned.
"You're...ugh...flying low."
And the present Nita saw something that she hadn't seen that day, since she had fled in fear of attack. Kit glanced down, upon realising that his pyjama pants didn't have a fly, and a tense look crossed his mouth. As if he were trying very hard not to grin, failing miserably, and attempting to draw out his bad mood as much as he could.
Dork.
(End Vision)
The Dark Kit stepped back, withdrawing his hand in monotony. Then, he resumed his place beside his light, watching her no differently than before. The light Kit, to her surprise, leaned against the dark one, and she tilted her head in confusion at how perfect they looked together. One part of a whole, like the twins she had seen the other day. She didn't understand.
"Nita?"
She looked up hurriedly, realising they were all watching her expectantly.
"I..I don't know." She mumbled. "It's not, how can I..."
"You must." Mrs. Rodriguez demanded. "And soon."
She shook her head, the tears that had suddenly appeared threatening to spill. Both Kits reacted to the sight of her tears, differently, but the same. And before she could speak, the light Kit stepped forward and looked straight into her eyes. She looked back, startled, and he grinned slowly, leaning in and touching his lips gently with hers.
The kiss was Kit's, but in so many ways it wasn't. It was soft and light. Feathery, and she almost laughed at the fairy tale way it sounded. But it was true, it brought a tingle to her lips and it spread through her arms all the way down to her toes.
(Light vision)
Vision Nita could feel her eyes slowly slipping closed. The textbook in front of her was slowly falling from her limp hands. It was nice, finally getting the sleep she missed, studying to late into the night for exams. A familiar, welcome and warm scent filled her senses and she sighed.
"Ahh," A familiar, welcome and warm voice followed. "What is this?"
"Mmm.." She protested, as gentle arms came up and wrapped themselves around her, Kit grinned, gently giving her a small playful shake. Nita slapped absently at him.
"I thought you were stud-y-ing, Neets." He teased, dodging her hands.
"I ammm studying." She mumbled sleepily. "Studying..mmhm..."
She gasped, sitting up and retrieving her fallen History book. She sat up straight, blinking to clear the sleep from her eyes, and to focus on the small lettering in front of her. Kit laughed.
"I knew it." He mocked like those cheesy detectives. "You WEREN'T studying!"
"Yes, I was." She sniffed, as the words in front of her began to blur. She yawned.
"That's what they all say, suga." He spoke with his infamous 'olden-days' accent, which sounded in the end partly from Alabama and mixed in horribly with a faint hint of his own Spanish.
She grumbled at him, slapping at him once again, and trying to concentrate on the information on the French Revolution that was displayed in front of her.
She found it hard though, as Kit had suddenly decided on a 'whim' to kiss the side of her neck.
"Kiiitttttttt." She protested. "I'm studddyyiinngg..."
"Don't look like it," He grinned into her skin, as the book started to fall again.
"Kit," She warned feebly, "Stop it, I'm serious!"
"Are you?" He asked, as if the idea never had or would occur to him. He kissed up the side of her face, and the book fell, unheaded, to the floor. He grinned triumphantly, leaning over her to place his hand on the bed on the other side of her legs, slanting himself over her.
"You're...you're..."
"Sexy? Wild?" He pouted his bottom lip out, "Lovable?"
"Hmm...tempestuous?" She supplied, scraping her nails down his back. He arched involuntarily, his eyes flashing at her challenge.
"Tempestuous?" He crawled forward, leaning over her. "Tempestuous, you say?"
"Y-yeah," she gasped, as his fingers caught her sides. She could had fought back against anyone else, but Christopher Rodriguez knew her one and only weakness. He knew exactly what spots she was ticklish.
She shrieked and tried her best to push him away. He laughed heartedly at her feeble attempt, moving forward until he was practically straddling her, his fingers dancing mercilessly over her sides. He grinned as tears of laughter escaped her eyes.
"Kit!" She cried. "S-stop it!"
"Now, now." He tossed back. "Don't ask a tempestuous person to stop anything!"
"You're not...you're not..." She gasped, pushing at his chest.
He paused. "I'm not..."
"Not getting any more of this!" She laughed, jumping off and making a quick attempt to get away. She made it to the edge of the bed, preparing to jump off, before a pair of arms circled around her waist and pulled her back. Kit resumed his path across her face, kissing over her cheek bones and eyes gently. His lips reached the edge of hers, and he pulled back slightly. She smiled softly at him, reaching her hands up from her pinned position, curling a defiant piece of hair from behind his left ear around her finger.
He smiled, his eyes half hooded in contentment. He was obviously enjoying the attention she had been neglecting him for the past two studious hours.
"Tempestuous?" He purred softly.
"Hmm.." She paused her hand, leaning up and kissing him quickly. "No, not tempestuous.."
He smiled, and she grinned back. Moving her hand down, she traced small circles on the back of his neck, knowing how much he loved it. She chuckled, as it looked like he could barely keep his eyes open any longer, and his speech slurred.
"What then?"
She grinned. "Sexy, wild and lovable." She decided.
He hummed in agreement. "Thought so."
All she could do was laugh.
(End Light vision)
The light Kit stepped back, his eyes dancing at her, and she sighed.
"I failed that history test." She informed him, and he grinned guiltily.
"Yeah," The dark Kit said, the first words spoken. "And it was me who had to tell your Dad."
She blinked in surprise at his words, remembering the onslaught of temper that had issued that day between Kit and her father, although it really hadn't been Kit's fault anyway. She was horrible at History.
Just as she was getting to the point of understanding, the Dark kit caught her in another kiss.
This was different, although still part of the kiss she remembered as Kit's. It wasn't as gentle as the one Light kit had given her, but it still captivated her to the point where she couldn't do anything but respond. His kiss was more confident, passion filled, and had the same effect only stronger. It was the kind of kiss that left her completely mindless, usually lost in the sensation of Kit's colour, which was a blueish gray, like steel. But this Kit was incomplete, and had no colour by himself, and so she was lost simply in the sensation of not stopping....ever...
(Dark Vision.)
Anyone walking by would have been slight menaced at the sight. Although he looked like a normal teenager in the city sub division, the angry expression on his face was enough for anyone who didn't know him to categorise him as violent.
His eyes were dark, his eyebrows drawn down. His arms were folded crossly against his chest, and the wind blew his hair as he glared out at the water. He hadn't moved for a long time, even though the bench beneath him was cold and uncomfortable.
"Kit?"
He turned his head over his shoulder, facing the girl on the pathway. Nita was looking apprehensive, her hands shoved in her pockets.
"Hi." He muttered, turning back. They stayed in silence for awhile, and finally it seemed Nita had decided to take a spot beside him.
"Fight?" She asked.
"Yeah."
"With who?" She turned to him.
"Dad." He hissed the title through his clenched teeth.
"Wanna talk?"
"No."
She felt silent again, and he continued to stared coldly out at the ocean. He didn't even remember what the fight had been about, it hadn't even started with him to begin with. His parents hardly ever fought, atleast not in front of their children, and when Kit had walked in to find his father yelling at his mother, his immediate reaction had been to protect his mom.
"Don't yell at her!" He remembered yelling in his father's flushed face.
"Kit..." His mother had warned quietly.
"Don't talk to me like that." His dad's voice had been quiet, dangerous.
"I'll talk to you how I want."
His father had taken one enraged look at his furious sixteen year old son's face, his fists clenching and unclenching.
"Don't talk shit to her," He had hissed. "She doesn't deserve your shit!"
"Christopher Rodriguez." His father had roared. "Get out and don't come back until you're ready to control your temper!"
"My temper?"
But he had left, and the argument rolled angrily around in his mind. He was aware of his girlfriend shooting looks at him, and after a heavy sigh, Nita crossed her arms and also proceeded to glare out at the ocean.
Kit was highly unamused. "Not funny."
She managed to stifle her giggle. "Sorry. Couldn't help myself."
Kit sighed, running a hand through his air and giving her a look of impossibility. She shook her head, snapping the rubber band around her wrist against her skin absently.
"Do you want me to leave?"
He blinked and didn't respond. She knew he was better left alone when he was pissed, she knew that he would only end up taking his stress out on her. The problem was, she let him. But now that she was using the knowledge to her advantage...he didn't want her to leave. But taking his silence as affirmation, she had already stood.
Panicked, he stood up as well, and before she could speak; he grabbed the back of her head and kissed her. She made a small sound of surprise in the back of her throat, but it wasn't long before she responded. When he eventually pulled back, Nita kept her arms around him, placing her face in his neck. It was exactly what he needed.
"Sorry." He breathed.
"S'okay.." She murmured. "No worries...just wasn't exactly the reaction I was expecting."
He sighed in defeat, flopping down on the bench again and placing his head in his hands. He was aware of Nita settling down beside him.
"Hey," She said gently.
He glanced up at her. "What?"
He wasn't sure if the mischievous twinkle in her eye worried him or annoyed him, but when it appeared he crinkled his nose slightly.
"Yell."
"What?"
"Yell."
And then he understood. It had been an inside joke for as long as he could remember, probably formed on the first week they had been friends. One of them, he couldn't remember which, had been angry or frustrated over something, and so they had immediately gone to the middle of the football field and screamed at the top of their lungs. Neither was worried about a reputation they didn't have, neither was worried what people might think. It had been a first.
He took one look at the small smile on her face, at the calm ocean, and threw back his head in a loud shout. He wavered his voice, making it sound as evil as he possibly could, and Nita couldn't help but giggle at the looks they received.
"Better?" She grinned.
"A little." He breathed out, relaxing into a slump.
She smiled again, reaching out and wrapping her arm around his shoulders comfortingly. He leaned into her, letting out a breath again and she sighed.
"What was it this time?"
He looked away. "He was yelling at my mom."
Nita took one moment to look bewildered and another to look understanding.
"He..was yelling at her?" She asked tentatively.
He paused. "They were fighting..."
She nodded. "So she was yelling at him too?"
He crinkled his nose, his eyebrows coming down. She tilted her head at his expression.
"Well..no..yeah, I guess." He murmured.
"Ahh.." She smiled. "And you don't like it when they fight."
When he shook his head, his eyes that had not so long ago held anger, now held worry and sadness. Nita tightened her arm.
"Kit...do you love me?"
Kit blinked, looking over at her in confusion. He hadn't expected the sudden change of subject, nor had he ever remembered Nita doubting his affection. But something in her eyes held him back from making a exasperated comment.
"Yes...you know I do."
Nita turned, tucking her hands into her lap and swinging her feet. He watched her, still quite baffled by her question, and she smiled slightly upon noticing his gaze.
"You must think I'm a weirdo for asking that one." She giggled.
"You are a weirdo." He declared. "But..."
She sighed. "You know our relationship isn't perfect. We fight all the time."
Realization dawning on him, but still confused at her change of subject, he turned back to the ocean, remaining silent. She sneezed, rubbing her hand across her forehead, and waited.
"Well," She said after awhile. "So do your parents right?"
He sighed. "Right."
She smiled. "I know...you already knew that. Had to play shrink for a minute. I know it doesn't feel like that right now, and it doesn't help being angry at your dad...but Kit, you aren't worried are you?"
He grimaced slightly, looking dejectedly at the ground.
"Kit.."
"I know I shouldn't....but it's unreal , you know? Most of my sisters are gone with their own families, I hardly ever see half of them anymore. Hell, I don't ever know my oldest one...and I feel like I have family all over the place...and if I lose the one I have right here...I don't know what I'm gonna do..."
"Kit...why would you lose your family."
He sighed. "I...never told you this before...You do remember when I was split don't you?"
She shivered, the memory of the cold, distant, unloving Kit still very fresh in her mind. He caught her shudder, lowering his eyes guiltily to the floor.
"I knew everything I was doing.." He murmured.
"Kit..."
"And I couldn't stop myself.."
"It wasn't your fault..."
Kit's teeth were clenched, his eyes dark and menacing once again. Nita sighed, retrieving her arm and realizing there was nothing she could do to make him feel any better. When Kit was upset, he stayed upset.
"But," He whispered after a long uncomfortable silence. "What if I had driven you away?"
"What?" She gasped, confused. "Kit, this isn't really about your parents, is it?"
He rubbed his face with his hands. "I just don't want to lose anyone else."
Nita reached forward, pulling his hands away from his face and holding them in her own.
"Kit," She said gently. "Parents fight. Mine did all the time, you know that."
When he nodded, she continued.
"And I'm..." She looked away. "I'm not going anywhere."
He managed a small smile. "Promise?"
She chuckled. "Promise."
He sighed, looking slightly more at ease, and Nita shook her head. It hadn't been obvious at first, not really. He had been a little moody, but he always was, and it hadn't bothered her. But lately, he had seen more dejected, he was easily angered. And despite how much she wanted to deny it, Nita was worried Kit was headed in a direction they had promised, at the age of thirteen and twelve, would never come upon either of them. Depression.
"Kit," She said softly. "You're not feeling great, are you?"
"No." He replied honestly, and the look of sadness on her face increased.
Closing her eyes in yet another sigh, she leaned her head forward, resting the side of head against his, and together they silently watched the not so calm water, unconsciously letting their thoughts flow together.
"Hey." She said softly, and he turned his head slightly to look at her. She smiled, lifting her right fist up. He stared at it, a look of understanding coming to his eyes after a few seconds, and he smiled back. He lifted his own, touching it with hers.
"No matter what." She nodded professionally, and he grinned.
"Thanks, Neets."
And he really meant it.
(End dark vision)
The light and voices slowly drained from her head, and she made a low sound of despair in the back of her throat. The dark Kit, upon hearing it, lingered his lips on hers for a moment longer. Then once he pulled back, he took his place, leaning once again against the light Kit.
She stood, breathing heavily, feeling as though she had just run fifty miles. The dark was feeling more and more enveloping, and she couldn't think of anything besides getting out. The pounding in her temple was getting worse, and she looked helplessly at the two forgotten Arkel's in the corner.
Well, one Arkel anyways.
The other one, almost completely identical, was none other than Mr. God man. She hadn't really stopped to think that the way Arkel acted wasn't the same as Mr. God man at all. They were two completely different people, just like the two Kit's.
Her gaze drifted to the two sixteen year olds, searching for some form of help. When none came, only dull and encouraging looks, she could do nothing but fall into a dazed haze of surrender. How could she choose? How could she live with one part of Kit, and not the other? All she wanted to do was go to sleep, perform the sacrifice...for everything to go away...and that's when her eyes fell on their arms.
Actually, HIS arm.
Where the Two Kit's shoulders were touching, where their limbs should have intersected, there was just one arm, sleeved in gray. She blinked a few times, trying to clear the strange image out of her head. Where they were touching....they were -joined-. She didn't think she had seen anything more right in her life.
Pitching forward, stumbling on her weak legs, she supported herself on their outer shoulders, gripping their skin. A bewildered look from the light Kit, a bemused look from the dark, she grasped one of their hands, pushing them together. They became one hand.
Her eyes lit with triumph, she gripped their forearms, swinging their shocked bodies around and together.
A flash of bright light, she was thrown backwards. But when the force faded, when she could see again, the sight brought her such elation she thought she could cry.
A single Kit sat in between where the two separate ones had been standing, clad completely in gray (except his socks, of course). His leg was curled, the other one pulled up to his chest, and his eyes were closed. He looked perfectly peaceful, a state she hadn't seen in him in months.
"Nita." His mother said, and her attention was redirected to the older woman. "I want to thank you."
"Thank me?" Nita asked, confused. "For what?"
"For making the right decision." His mother said softly.
Nita eyes narrowed in confusion, and the older woman sighed.
"I owe you a very big explanation. I need to tell you why I forced this test on you. I need to tell you why Kit was chosen in the first place. I need to tell you why Ronan is the way he is now, why Ro took Ronan as a final vessel. Why you and Kit found eachother...there is an explanation for all of this...even why the Lone Power is prone to you."
The weight of all the things Kit's mother needed to tell her hit her full force and she blinked rapidly. Of all the questions she needed to ask, none of them had fallen in that category. Kit's mother was a mortal...how could she know all of that?
"I know." The woman said, helping a dozed Kit to his feet. "But first everyone must be here..."
Nita watched in bewilderment as three sparks of red light flashed within the darkness, and four shadows appeared, slowly taking shape.
In the first, she watched as her sister stepped out, shaking her hair over her shoulder and staring around in startlement.
In the second, a morphed shape stepped out, and Nita was startled to see Ro appear, supporting a still unconscious Ronan under his arm.
In the third, to Nita's horror, was the Lone Power, who gave them all a rather bored look, floating cross legged in the air.
"Now," The woman said, turning to the Powers "I believe you know why you are here?"
Ro nodded, and the Lone Power -seeming a little bewildered to be addressed in a non aggressive tone- did also, and Mrs. Rodriguez helped Kit to his feet, who was just beginning to come to. Ro kept Ronan almost protectively under his arm, and he stared back at Mrs. Rodriguez as she smiled warmly at the sight.
"Some things never change." She said, mostly to Ro.
When Ro sighed, Nita looked between everyone, going increasingly frustrated with her confusion. Mrs. Rodriguez noticed the look, and smiled, releasing Kit and watching as he stumbled over to Nita.
The sixteen year old's muscles were tense, but he had little or no energy, and he immediately fell into Nita as soon as he could. He didn't speak, there was no "Where am I?"and an itching feeling in Nita's stomach set off the familiar instinct that Kit knew exactly what was going on.
"Please," Mrs. Rodriguez said softly. "I need you all to join hands."
Ro moved forward without question, taking Dairine by the hand and leading her to the centre of the 'room.' He lifted his hand, glowing with a pearly light, and ran his hand down Ronan's back, who's spine immediately lifted. And although still unconscious, he seemed to be able to support himself. Ro took his hand.
Nita instinctively took her sister's other hand, and put her own other in Kit's. The Lone Power, although looking more than a little reluctant, took Kit's and Ro's hands, forming a complete circle. It surprised Nita so much that she actually took the time to look him in the eye, and she gasped. The Lone Power looked no more than eighteen, in contrast to the form of a man he usually took in human form.
After a few shuddering seconds, a blue circle lay beneath their feet, and the light shot up, surrounding them in an almost force field like barrier. There was magic everywhere. Nita could hear it breathing.
And Mrs. Rodriguez began talking.
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Dun dun DUN!
Hehe...sorry for the cliffie.
Erm...this one took a pretty long time to get ready, so I hope it's as long as I think it is. The next chapter will explain EVERYTHING..or atleast most of it.
I think I need to apologize. I'm not as happy with this one as I was with Before All This. I feel like this story is a little lacking in plot, and kinda turning REALLY AU....anyways....I hope you like it!
(A special blooper for you!)
Her eyes lit with triumph, she gripped their forearms, swinging their shocked bodies around and together.
A flash of bright light, she was thrown backwards. But when the force faded, when she could see again, the sight brought her such elation she thought she could cry.
The two Kit's were sprawled on the floor.
Nita was laughing so hard, tears were springing from her eyes, and she was doubled over. The twins stood angrily, glaring at her from the corner of their eyes, and stalking off to their trailers.
(Sorry...couldn't help myself...)
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A/N: Okkkkkkkaaaayyy.....the chapter in which we find mulitple spanish hotties, bloopers, and a lot of confusion. Fun fun. Hope ye likey....go Captain Jack Sparrow? And Peter Pan! And Harry Potter! And Tidus!....I'm done....and....*slap* nope, I'm done.
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Caught between reality, and the hazy water that the partly done transformation had done to her mind, Nita Callahan retched and fell on to her knees, gasping for what little breath she could manage.
"Mrs...Mrs. Rodriguez.." She choked.
"Shh." The woman soothed, passing a hand over Nita's forehead, and she felt slightly better.
Better enough to watch with coherency as her best friend's mother made her way over to her son. (A/N: I know, I know. But I don't like the way bestfriend/boyfriend looks. To me, it isn't one or the other, you know? It can be both...moving right along...) The short, stocky figure who looked so much like Kit raised a gentle hand to his forehead. Kit didn't react, simply stood with his arms crossed, staring bored like at his mother.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. "This...this really is my fault...I was selfish..."
"Mrs...Rodriguez....what..."
But before Nita could finish her gasped question, a scent of wizardry traced through the air, and a blue globe appeared from the end of the woman's hand.
'Kit's mom...' Nita thought dazedly 'a...wizard? That's impossible!'
But here it was. Kit's mom, the woman who had been so worried and opposed against Wizardry, the woman who had just come to accept it, was doing magic right before her eyes.
"Silence, Nita." The woman demanded. "I need to show you...you, all four of you, need to see...but first...you must pass the Test."
Nita didn't really like the sound of that.
"T-test?"
The woman smiled. "I know, you must be terribly confused. But patience...no questions. First, I need you to pass a few scenarios...for me to...show you...everything."
And before she could ask what this everything was, the blue glob hurled itself at her. She ducked, and it whirled around again, this time firing itself in the direction of Kit. He watched it in the same bored fashion he had been regarding everything else, and for some reason, his cool calm prevented Nita from yelling out in panic. The orb hit him, sending him slamming into an invisible wall, his head arched back, his eyes closed.
And then, suddenly, there were two of him.
It was just like in her dream, only there were two Kit's now, instead of one. The one on the left, was shaking his head, obviously getting over the shock from the blow. He raised his head, looking as bored and cold as before, his arms crossed.
But on the right, was the light Kit. He was looking around in his usual fascination with everything, bouncing on his heels. When his eyes landed on her, he tilted his head and smiled. Though he too, clad completely in white except for his sock, remained silent.
"I don't understand." She whispered.
"Light and dark. Two opposites, never to be anything by themselves. Light is not dark, dark is not light. It is not in between, it never can be." His mother explained.
"I...you want me to...choose?" She whispered.
The pained regret on the woman's face was obvious, and it gave Nita her answer.
"Kit.." She whispered, not sure which one she was addressing. The both looked at her, not saying a word, waiting for her to make her choice. They knew, the both did...but still smiling that stupid adorable grin, the light Kit stepped forward, and took Nita's hand. A flash of white, an uprising of voices, and Nita was floating at the corner of her classroom, watching as a scene she had quite forgotten took place.
(Vision)
Her vision self was seated at one of the desks. Her hair was short, and choppy, layered unrhythmical and becoming longer as it drew back from her face and just to the bottom of her neck. Her hair was much longer now, gotten over the depression of losing her mother...cutting her hair had been a move of defiance...
The Nita sitting at the desk let out a quiet sob, and it only took a few moments before Vision Kit entered the classroom. Nita hadn't known it before, as she hadn't known then he had entered the room until he had spoken. But the look of concern that overcame his face was almost painful to watch. They had been fighting so much lately, over so many stupid things, and she hadn't treated him like a best friend at all...and still, he was here...
"Nita," The vision Kit murmured, setting down his school books and crouching down beside her desk. "Neets..."
That Nita sniffed. "Go away...you're not supposed to see this."
Kit shook his head, sitting backwards on the chair that belonged to the desk in front of her. He leaned on his folded arms for a moment, before hesitantly reaching up and placing his hands on her cut hair.
"Sweetie..." He whispered, sounding as if he could choke up himself. "It's okay..."
"What's okay?" She sobbed into her hands. "What's okay, Kit? Nothing's okay."
Kit remained silent, reaching one hand off her head, and looking for a moment as if he were going to touch her cheek. But he hesitated, and instead set his hand gently on the desk. He gazed in thoughtful pain at her lowered head, as he stroked her hair with one hand.
"It's okay to cry." He said after awhile. "Neets, it really is."
"No one wants to see it," She growled. "No one cares."
"That's not–." He cramped his eyes shut, and with a daring determination, he took her face in her hands and tilted it upwards. He breath in slowly at the sight of her, tears settling in her upset features, and he ran his thumbs gently over her face.
"I care." He said simply, and she stared at him for a moment. Then, he stood up slowly and came around the desk. She fell into his hug, sobbing, finally without restraint, into his shoulder.
"I won't let this happen to you, Nita." He spoke softly. "I promise."
(End vision.)
She released her grip on the light Kit's hand, staring guiltily at the white nail marks that appeared on his. But he continued to smile, always smiling. It confused her, she wasn't really annoyed, as she sometimes was when Kit went into those up-beat moods of his. It was almost a relief to see his smile, she hadn't seen it in so long. But as warming as it was, Nita couldn't grasp the concept that she was actually looking at Kit. It didn't feel right.
She lost her train of thought though, as the dark Kit approached, glaring steadily at the other one. The light Kit tilted his head forward, observing as always, as much a hard look as his current personality would allow. The darker Kit sneered at it's other half, and grasped Nita's upper arm, as if to pull her away. She felt dizzy for a moment, as if she was being whirled around in one of those ridiculously spinney rides Kit loved, and then another flash, and she was watching herself enter a sleeping vision Kit's bedroom.
(Vision.)
It amused Nita how she could always seem to tell what kind of mood Kit would wake up in just by the way he slept. Today, she could tell he'd had a bad sleep. His back was twisted, his arm thrown over his eyes to block out the sun. She winced, debating weather to wake him up or not.
"Kit?" She asked gently, deciding it was necessary.
"Growayad..."
"Eh?" She blinked.
"Goray.."
"What?" She leaned closer, and he sat up suddenly, glaring at her.
"Isaiddd..go...way." He snapped sleepily, and she leaned back in fear of her health. His eyes were dark and sleepy, but she could tell he was coherent enough to actually mean what he was saying. She didn't waste time feeling hurt, and her eyes narrowed angrily.
"Well, good morning to you too, Sleeping Beauty!" She growled, pulling his covers off.
"Nita!" He hissed, wrapping his arms around himself. "Bug off."
"Tom and Carl called." She informed him icily. "We're needed."
"They can find someone else."
"You sure?"
"Absolutely." He shot her a look, plainly telling her he had seriously meant what he had said before. This time, a hot flash of hurt crossed her face and she stood. There was no apology, no call for her to come back as she made her way to the door. But she hadn't expected it, Kit wasn't like that, not when he got into one of his moods. It wasn't unusual for him to be in bad moods in the morning, but it wasn't frequent and it confused her to know end. Weren't you supposed to be fresh and peppy in the morning?
She turned back hesitantly as she stood in the doorway. He was sitting up, his back resting against the slanted wall that his bed rested against. His arms were crossed, his jaw tight, and she couldn't help but smile.
"Oh, Christopher?"
He glanced at her, looking her up and down, his eyes icy and expectant. She grinned.
"You're...ugh...flying low."
And the present Nita saw something that she hadn't seen that day, since she had fled in fear of attack. Kit glanced down, upon realising that his pyjama pants didn't have a fly, and a tense look crossed his mouth. As if he were trying very hard not to grin, failing miserably, and attempting to draw out his bad mood as much as he could.
Dork.
(End Vision)
The Dark Kit stepped back, withdrawing his hand in monotony. Then, he resumed his place beside his light, watching her no differently than before. The light Kit, to her surprise, leaned against the dark one, and she tilted her head in confusion at how perfect they looked together. One part of a whole, like the twins she had seen the other day. She didn't understand.
"Nita?"
She looked up hurriedly, realising they were all watching her expectantly.
"I..I don't know." She mumbled. "It's not, how can I..."
"You must." Mrs. Rodriguez demanded. "And soon."
She shook her head, the tears that had suddenly appeared threatening to spill. Both Kits reacted to the sight of her tears, differently, but the same. And before she could speak, the light Kit stepped forward and looked straight into her eyes. She looked back, startled, and he grinned slowly, leaning in and touching his lips gently with hers.
The kiss was Kit's, but in so many ways it wasn't. It was soft and light. Feathery, and she almost laughed at the fairy tale way it sounded. But it was true, it brought a tingle to her lips and it spread through her arms all the way down to her toes.
(Light vision)
Vision Nita could feel her eyes slowly slipping closed. The textbook in front of her was slowly falling from her limp hands. It was nice, finally getting the sleep she missed, studying to late into the night for exams. A familiar, welcome and warm scent filled her senses and she sighed.
"Ahh," A familiar, welcome and warm voice followed. "What is this?"
"Mmm.." She protested, as gentle arms came up and wrapped themselves around her, Kit grinned, gently giving her a small playful shake. Nita slapped absently at him.
"I thought you were stud-y-ing, Neets." He teased, dodging her hands.
"I ammm studying." She mumbled sleepily. "Studying..mmhm..."
She gasped, sitting up and retrieving her fallen History book. She sat up straight, blinking to clear the sleep from her eyes, and to focus on the small lettering in front of her. Kit laughed.
"I knew it." He mocked like those cheesy detectives. "You WEREN'T studying!"
"Yes, I was." She sniffed, as the words in front of her began to blur. She yawned.
"That's what they all say, suga." He spoke with his infamous 'olden-days' accent, which sounded in the end partly from Alabama and mixed in horribly with a faint hint of his own Spanish.
She grumbled at him, slapping at him once again, and trying to concentrate on the information on the French Revolution that was displayed in front of her.
She found it hard though, as Kit had suddenly decided on a 'whim' to kiss the side of her neck.
"Kiiitttttttt." She protested. "I'm studddyyiinngg..."
"Don't look like it," He grinned into her skin, as the book started to fall again.
"Kit," She warned feebly, "Stop it, I'm serious!"
"Are you?" He asked, as if the idea never had or would occur to him. He kissed up the side of her face, and the book fell, unheaded, to the floor. He grinned triumphantly, leaning over her to place his hand on the bed on the other side of her legs, slanting himself over her.
"You're...you're..."
"Sexy? Wild?" He pouted his bottom lip out, "Lovable?"
"Hmm...tempestuous?" She supplied, scraping her nails down his back. He arched involuntarily, his eyes flashing at her challenge.
"Tempestuous?" He crawled forward, leaning over her. "Tempestuous, you say?"
"Y-yeah," she gasped, as his fingers caught her sides. She could had fought back against anyone else, but Christopher Rodriguez knew her one and only weakness. He knew exactly what spots she was ticklish.
She shrieked and tried her best to push him away. He laughed heartedly at her feeble attempt, moving forward until he was practically straddling her, his fingers dancing mercilessly over her sides. He grinned as tears of laughter escaped her eyes.
"Kit!" She cried. "S-stop it!"
"Now, now." He tossed back. "Don't ask a tempestuous person to stop anything!"
"You're not...you're not..." She gasped, pushing at his chest.
He paused. "I'm not..."
"Not getting any more of this!" She laughed, jumping off and making a quick attempt to get away. She made it to the edge of the bed, preparing to jump off, before a pair of arms circled around her waist and pulled her back. Kit resumed his path across her face, kissing over her cheek bones and eyes gently. His lips reached the edge of hers, and he pulled back slightly. She smiled softly at him, reaching her hands up from her pinned position, curling a defiant piece of hair from behind his left ear around her finger.
He smiled, his eyes half hooded in contentment. He was obviously enjoying the attention she had been neglecting him for the past two studious hours.
"Tempestuous?" He purred softly.
"Hmm.." She paused her hand, leaning up and kissing him quickly. "No, not tempestuous.."
He smiled, and she grinned back. Moving her hand down, she traced small circles on the back of his neck, knowing how much he loved it. She chuckled, as it looked like he could barely keep his eyes open any longer, and his speech slurred.
"What then?"
She grinned. "Sexy, wild and lovable." She decided.
He hummed in agreement. "Thought so."
All she could do was laugh.
(End Light vision)
The light Kit stepped back, his eyes dancing at her, and she sighed.
"I failed that history test." She informed him, and he grinned guiltily.
"Yeah," The dark Kit said, the first words spoken. "And it was me who had to tell your Dad."
She blinked in surprise at his words, remembering the onslaught of temper that had issued that day between Kit and her father, although it really hadn't been Kit's fault anyway. She was horrible at History.
Just as she was getting to the point of understanding, the Dark kit caught her in another kiss.
This was different, although still part of the kiss she remembered as Kit's. It wasn't as gentle as the one Light kit had given her, but it still captivated her to the point where she couldn't do anything but respond. His kiss was more confident, passion filled, and had the same effect only stronger. It was the kind of kiss that left her completely mindless, usually lost in the sensation of Kit's colour, which was a blueish gray, like steel. But this Kit was incomplete, and had no colour by himself, and so she was lost simply in the sensation of not stopping....ever...
(Dark Vision.)
Anyone walking by would have been slight menaced at the sight. Although he looked like a normal teenager in the city sub division, the angry expression on his face was enough for anyone who didn't know him to categorise him as violent.
His eyes were dark, his eyebrows drawn down. His arms were folded crossly against his chest, and the wind blew his hair as he glared out at the water. He hadn't moved for a long time, even though the bench beneath him was cold and uncomfortable.
"Kit?"
He turned his head over his shoulder, facing the girl on the pathway. Nita was looking apprehensive, her hands shoved in her pockets.
"Hi." He muttered, turning back. They stayed in silence for awhile, and finally it seemed Nita had decided to take a spot beside him.
"Fight?" She asked.
"Yeah."
"With who?" She turned to him.
"Dad." He hissed the title through his clenched teeth.
"Wanna talk?"
"No."
She felt silent again, and he continued to stared coldly out at the ocean. He didn't even remember what the fight had been about, it hadn't even started with him to begin with. His parents hardly ever fought, atleast not in front of their children, and when Kit had walked in to find his father yelling at his mother, his immediate reaction had been to protect his mom.
"Don't yell at her!" He remembered yelling in his father's flushed face.
"Kit..." His mother had warned quietly.
"Don't talk to me like that." His dad's voice had been quiet, dangerous.
"I'll talk to you how I want."
His father had taken one enraged look at his furious sixteen year old son's face, his fists clenching and unclenching.
"Don't talk shit to her," He had hissed. "She doesn't deserve your shit!"
"Christopher Rodriguez." His father had roared. "Get out and don't come back until you're ready to control your temper!"
"My temper?"
But he had left, and the argument rolled angrily around in his mind. He was aware of his girlfriend shooting looks at him, and after a heavy sigh, Nita crossed her arms and also proceeded to glare out at the ocean.
Kit was highly unamused. "Not funny."
She managed to stifle her giggle. "Sorry. Couldn't help myself."
Kit sighed, running a hand through his air and giving her a look of impossibility. She shook her head, snapping the rubber band around her wrist against her skin absently.
"Do you want me to leave?"
He blinked and didn't respond. She knew he was better left alone when he was pissed, she knew that he would only end up taking his stress out on her. The problem was, she let him. But now that she was using the knowledge to her advantage...he didn't want her to leave. But taking his silence as affirmation, she had already stood.
Panicked, he stood up as well, and before she could speak; he grabbed the back of her head and kissed her. She made a small sound of surprise in the back of her throat, but it wasn't long before she responded. When he eventually pulled back, Nita kept her arms around him, placing her face in his neck. It was exactly what he needed.
"Sorry." He breathed.
"S'okay.." She murmured. "No worries...just wasn't exactly the reaction I was expecting."
He sighed in defeat, flopping down on the bench again and placing his head in his hands. He was aware of Nita settling down beside him.
"Hey," She said gently.
He glanced up at her. "What?"
He wasn't sure if the mischievous twinkle in her eye worried him or annoyed him, but when it appeared he crinkled his nose slightly.
"Yell."
"What?"
"Yell."
And then he understood. It had been an inside joke for as long as he could remember, probably formed on the first week they had been friends. One of them, he couldn't remember which, had been angry or frustrated over something, and so they had immediately gone to the middle of the football field and screamed at the top of their lungs. Neither was worried about a reputation they didn't have, neither was worried what people might think. It had been a first.
He took one look at the small smile on her face, at the calm ocean, and threw back his head in a loud shout. He wavered his voice, making it sound as evil as he possibly could, and Nita couldn't help but giggle at the looks they received.
"Better?" She grinned.
"A little." He breathed out, relaxing into a slump.
She smiled again, reaching out and wrapping her arm around his shoulders comfortingly. He leaned into her, letting out a breath again and she sighed.
"What was it this time?"
He looked away. "He was yelling at my mom."
Nita took one moment to look bewildered and another to look understanding.
"He..was yelling at her?" She asked tentatively.
He paused. "They were fighting..."
She nodded. "So she was yelling at him too?"
He crinkled his nose, his eyebrows coming down. She tilted her head at his expression.
"Well..no..yeah, I guess." He murmured.
"Ahh.." She smiled. "And you don't like it when they fight."
When he shook his head, his eyes that had not so long ago held anger, now held worry and sadness. Nita tightened her arm.
"Kit...do you love me?"
Kit blinked, looking over at her in confusion. He hadn't expected the sudden change of subject, nor had he ever remembered Nita doubting his affection. But something in her eyes held him back from making a exasperated comment.
"Yes...you know I do."
Nita turned, tucking her hands into her lap and swinging her feet. He watched her, still quite baffled by her question, and she smiled slightly upon noticing his gaze.
"You must think I'm a weirdo for asking that one." She giggled.
"You are a weirdo." He declared. "But..."
She sighed. "You know our relationship isn't perfect. We fight all the time."
Realization dawning on him, but still confused at her change of subject, he turned back to the ocean, remaining silent. She sneezed, rubbing her hand across her forehead, and waited.
"Well," She said after awhile. "So do your parents right?"
He sighed. "Right."
She smiled. "I know...you already knew that. Had to play shrink for a minute. I know it doesn't feel like that right now, and it doesn't help being angry at your dad...but Kit, you aren't worried are you?"
He grimaced slightly, looking dejectedly at the ground.
"Kit.."
"I know I shouldn't....but it's unreal , you know? Most of my sisters are gone with their own families, I hardly ever see half of them anymore. Hell, I don't ever know my oldest one...and I feel like I have family all over the place...and if I lose the one I have right here...I don't know what I'm gonna do..."
"Kit...why would you lose your family."
He sighed. "I...never told you this before...You do remember when I was split don't you?"
She shivered, the memory of the cold, distant, unloving Kit still very fresh in her mind. He caught her shudder, lowering his eyes guiltily to the floor.
"I knew everything I was doing.." He murmured.
"Kit..."
"And I couldn't stop myself.."
"It wasn't your fault..."
Kit's teeth were clenched, his eyes dark and menacing once again. Nita sighed, retrieving her arm and realizing there was nothing she could do to make him feel any better. When Kit was upset, he stayed upset.
"But," He whispered after a long uncomfortable silence. "What if I had driven you away?"
"What?" She gasped, confused. "Kit, this isn't really about your parents, is it?"
He rubbed his face with his hands. "I just don't want to lose anyone else."
Nita reached forward, pulling his hands away from his face and holding them in her own.
"Kit," She said gently. "Parents fight. Mine did all the time, you know that."
When he nodded, she continued.
"And I'm..." She looked away. "I'm not going anywhere."
He managed a small smile. "Promise?"
She chuckled. "Promise."
He sighed, looking slightly more at ease, and Nita shook her head. It hadn't been obvious at first, not really. He had been a little moody, but he always was, and it hadn't bothered her. But lately, he had seen more dejected, he was easily angered. And despite how much she wanted to deny it, Nita was worried Kit was headed in a direction they had promised, at the age of thirteen and twelve, would never come upon either of them. Depression.
"Kit," She said softly. "You're not feeling great, are you?"
"No." He replied honestly, and the look of sadness on her face increased.
Closing her eyes in yet another sigh, she leaned her head forward, resting the side of head against his, and together they silently watched the not so calm water, unconsciously letting their thoughts flow together.
"Hey." She said softly, and he turned his head slightly to look at her. She smiled, lifting her right fist up. He stared at it, a look of understanding coming to his eyes after a few seconds, and he smiled back. He lifted his own, touching it with hers.
"No matter what." She nodded professionally, and he grinned.
"Thanks, Neets."
And he really meant it.
(End dark vision)
The light and voices slowly drained from her head, and she made a low sound of despair in the back of her throat. The dark Kit, upon hearing it, lingered his lips on hers for a moment longer. Then once he pulled back, he took his place, leaning once again against the light Kit.
She stood, breathing heavily, feeling as though she had just run fifty miles. The dark was feeling more and more enveloping, and she couldn't think of anything besides getting out. The pounding in her temple was getting worse, and she looked helplessly at the two forgotten Arkel's in the corner.
Well, one Arkel anyways.
The other one, almost completely identical, was none other than Mr. God man. She hadn't really stopped to think that the way Arkel acted wasn't the same as Mr. God man at all. They were two completely different people, just like the two Kit's.
Her gaze drifted to the two sixteen year olds, searching for some form of help. When none came, only dull and encouraging looks, she could do nothing but fall into a dazed haze of surrender. How could she choose? How could she live with one part of Kit, and not the other? All she wanted to do was go to sleep, perform the sacrifice...for everything to go away...and that's when her eyes fell on their arms.
Actually, HIS arm.
Where the Two Kit's shoulders were touching, where their limbs should have intersected, there was just one arm, sleeved in gray. She blinked a few times, trying to clear the strange image out of her head. Where they were touching....they were -joined-. She didn't think she had seen anything more right in her life.
Pitching forward, stumbling on her weak legs, she supported herself on their outer shoulders, gripping their skin. A bewildered look from the light Kit, a bemused look from the dark, she grasped one of their hands, pushing them together. They became one hand.
Her eyes lit with triumph, she gripped their forearms, swinging their shocked bodies around and together.
A flash of bright light, she was thrown backwards. But when the force faded, when she could see again, the sight brought her such elation she thought she could cry.
A single Kit sat in between where the two separate ones had been standing, clad completely in gray (except his socks, of course). His leg was curled, the other one pulled up to his chest, and his eyes were closed. He looked perfectly peaceful, a state she hadn't seen in him in months.
"Nita." His mother said, and her attention was redirected to the older woman. "I want to thank you."
"Thank me?" Nita asked, confused. "For what?"
"For making the right decision." His mother said softly.
Nita eyes narrowed in confusion, and the older woman sighed.
"I owe you a very big explanation. I need to tell you why I forced this test on you. I need to tell you why Kit was chosen in the first place. I need to tell you why Ronan is the way he is now, why Ro took Ronan as a final vessel. Why you and Kit found eachother...there is an explanation for all of this...even why the Lone Power is prone to you."
The weight of all the things Kit's mother needed to tell her hit her full force and she blinked rapidly. Of all the questions she needed to ask, none of them had fallen in that category. Kit's mother was a mortal...how could she know all of that?
"I know." The woman said, helping a dozed Kit to his feet. "But first everyone must be here..."
Nita watched in bewilderment as three sparks of red light flashed within the darkness, and four shadows appeared, slowly taking shape.
In the first, she watched as her sister stepped out, shaking her hair over her shoulder and staring around in startlement.
In the second, a morphed shape stepped out, and Nita was startled to see Ro appear, supporting a still unconscious Ronan under his arm.
In the third, to Nita's horror, was the Lone Power, who gave them all a rather bored look, floating cross legged in the air.
"Now," The woman said, turning to the Powers "I believe you know why you are here?"
Ro nodded, and the Lone Power -seeming a little bewildered to be addressed in a non aggressive tone- did also, and Mrs. Rodriguez helped Kit to his feet, who was just beginning to come to. Ro kept Ronan almost protectively under his arm, and he stared back at Mrs. Rodriguez as she smiled warmly at the sight.
"Some things never change." She said, mostly to Ro.
When Ro sighed, Nita looked between everyone, going increasingly frustrated with her confusion. Mrs. Rodriguez noticed the look, and smiled, releasing Kit and watching as he stumbled over to Nita.
The sixteen year old's muscles were tense, but he had little or no energy, and he immediately fell into Nita as soon as he could. He didn't speak, there was no "Where am I?"and an itching feeling in Nita's stomach set off the familiar instinct that Kit knew exactly what was going on.
"Please," Mrs. Rodriguez said softly. "I need you all to join hands."
Ro moved forward without question, taking Dairine by the hand and leading her to the centre of the 'room.' He lifted his hand, glowing with a pearly light, and ran his hand down Ronan's back, who's spine immediately lifted. And although still unconscious, he seemed to be able to support himself. Ro took his hand.
Nita instinctively took her sister's other hand, and put her own other in Kit's. The Lone Power, although looking more than a little reluctant, took Kit's and Ro's hands, forming a complete circle. It surprised Nita so much that she actually took the time to look him in the eye, and she gasped. The Lone Power looked no more than eighteen, in contrast to the form of a man he usually took in human form.
After a few shuddering seconds, a blue circle lay beneath their feet, and the light shot up, surrounding them in an almost force field like barrier. There was magic everywhere. Nita could hear it breathing.
And Mrs. Rodriguez began talking.
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Dun dun DUN!
Hehe...sorry for the cliffie.
Erm...this one took a pretty long time to get ready, so I hope it's as long as I think it is. The next chapter will explain EVERYTHING..or atleast most of it.
I think I need to apologize. I'm not as happy with this one as I was with Before All This. I feel like this story is a little lacking in plot, and kinda turning REALLY AU....anyways....I hope you like it!
(A special blooper for you!)
Her eyes lit with triumph, she gripped their forearms, swinging their shocked bodies around and together.
A flash of bright light, she was thrown backwards. But when the force faded, when she could see again, the sight brought her such elation she thought she could cry.
The two Kit's were sprawled on the floor.
Nita was laughing so hard, tears were springing from her eyes, and she was doubled over. The twins stood angrily, glaring at her from the corner of their eyes, and stalking off to their trailers.
(Sorry...couldn't help myself...)
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