A/N: Sorry that I haven't been updating lately. Must have driven you people
mad with excitement and disappointment,eh? Well, I've finally posted the
long awaited chapter eleven. Enjoy! Toodles!
Rekindled
Chapter Eleven: Jealousy
by: DarkDracon0
" What are you doing?" Kel asked. Dante glanced at her. He was now in the Officer's Tent again, really doing not much at all. Actually he was day dreaming. What a laugh. The Marquess of Brighton day dreaming?
" Nothing." Kel eyed Dante for a moment. When she had first come in, he had been looking at the wall rather blankly. She had had to wave her hand in front of his nose a few times before he swatted at her and told her to leave him be. Of course, she had come back to check on him, being the kind soul that she was.
" You know, you could always say something, Dante."
" Will you come into my bed?"
" Something other than that blasted phrase."
" Can I come into your bed?"
"Or anything that is even remotely related to us being together in bed."
" Than I have nothing to say."
" Is that good or bad?"
" You choose. Probably bad since you now have the impression that all I ever think about is sex."
" Sex is probably the only thing you think about." Dante looked at Kel, a mock wounded expression on his face.
" Kel I'm hurt. Surely you have your opinion about me is better than what you say it is."
" You're hurt? The tent where all the healers are is right next to us. Go on and stagger over there." Dante only grinned at Kel.
" I'm going to the practice field. Are you up to fencing, my lady?"
"Perhaps more than you are, Dante. Don't call me 'my lady'."
" Alright. To the practice field!" Dante strode out of the tent with Kel following him closely behind. When they got to the practice field, both picked heavy blunt practice swords from a nearby rack.
" Say to make this match more interesting, how about a prize to the winner?"
" Money?"
" No. Say... If I win, you will have to kiss me in front of all the men, and if you win, you may smack my bottom with that practice sword. How's that for a prize?"
" Dante, you must be pretty desperate for a kiss if that's the prizes. No doubt, I will make you eat the dirt underneath my feet."
" Nay, I will recieve my kiss."
" You'll get it once you stop braying. Come on!" Dante smiled and noticed that Cleon was standing nearby before he and Kel crossed swords and began hacking at each other. Kel was fast, he'd give her that, but not as fast as he was. He was war-trained to think like a master, to have confidence. That confidence was sometimes dangerous if you had too much of it. Kel had the right amount of confidence. They slashed at each other, neither winning or gaining a hand. Kel searched quickly for an opening. Dante was good. Too good. It was obvious that he was well trained in the art of fencing. He had nearly gotten her with his sword when sweat suddenly fell into her eyes. Thank the gods that he wasn't close enough to finish off the duel. Distance had saved her from losing that bet. She'd die before she kissed him in front of the men!
Dante knew that Kel was in a snit. He knew that she favored the Yamani glaive and probably spent a number of hours to strengthen her fencing skills, but he was one of the best. Alanna never took him on for some reason he did not know, but he felt that the lady knight was just as good as he was. Kel could probably keep him at bay for another minute or so, but sooner or later, she would grow tired and Dante would win.
Finally, Kel stumbled slightly and Dante took the chance. He hooked her sword with his and sent it flying to the ground some six feet away. Dante smiled. " Well, my dear, looks like I won. Where's my kiss?" Kel grunted and glared at him. She had been so sure that she would win! Well, looks like ego could get in the way. She continued to glare at him with murder in her eyes and gave him a quick peck on the lips with lips tightly sealed. Dante sighed. If looks could kill, he'd be dead at Kel's feet a while ago. A long while ago. Not a good sign.
Kel regained her composure at headed back to the Officer's Tent. Dante shook his head a trailed after her. Once they both were in the tent, he said, " That wasn't really a proper kiss." Kel looked at him.
" A kiss. That was the bet."
" I know, but I expected more."
" Well, I beg for your forgiveness. I gave you the kiss and that's it." Dante winced at the sarcastic tone of her voice. He stood up. " Then I shall give you that prroper kiss if you don't give it to me." He grasped the upper part of her arms and kissed her. It was a gentle kiss. Not demandiing or seeking anything. Kel relaxed slightly. She rather liked his kisses, she decided. Oh? Is that so? A few moments ago, you would have killed him if he touched you, said a snide voice in her head. When Dante broke the kiss, he smiled down at her. Kel looked slightly dazed by the kiss and there was a vague look in her eyes. Kel blinked.
" You ass! A proper gentleman doesn't do that to unsuspecting ladies!"
" I thought you rather enjoyed it. Your eyes looked so soft and vague a moment ago. Now, they look as if you would like to unman me."
" I would enjoy it!"
" Malice does not become of you." Kel grounded her teeth.
" I hate you."
" Next time I will contrive to remember that. I will make the next kiss more enjoyable. Perhaps that time, I will get you into my bed. What do you think?"
" I think you're a bastard."
" How can something so innocent have such a dirty mouth?"
" I'm not all that innocent to dirty language, you fool!"
" Is that so?" Kel glared at him again. The damnable bastard. She would someday beat him but good.
Cleon slipped away from the Officer's Tent. So Kel and Dante were lovers or close to it. He had seen enough to confirm that. Kel had betrayed him. He felt fury and jealousy pump through his veins and course through his blood. Even if he couldn't marry her, he didn't want any man touching her. He would kill any one that did.
Rekindled
Chapter Eleven: Jealousy
by: DarkDracon0
" What are you doing?" Kel asked. Dante glanced at her. He was now in the Officer's Tent again, really doing not much at all. Actually he was day dreaming. What a laugh. The Marquess of Brighton day dreaming?
" Nothing." Kel eyed Dante for a moment. When she had first come in, he had been looking at the wall rather blankly. She had had to wave her hand in front of his nose a few times before he swatted at her and told her to leave him be. Of course, she had come back to check on him, being the kind soul that she was.
" You know, you could always say something, Dante."
" Will you come into my bed?"
" Something other than that blasted phrase."
" Can I come into your bed?"
"Or anything that is even remotely related to us being together in bed."
" Than I have nothing to say."
" Is that good or bad?"
" You choose. Probably bad since you now have the impression that all I ever think about is sex."
" Sex is probably the only thing you think about." Dante looked at Kel, a mock wounded expression on his face.
" Kel I'm hurt. Surely you have your opinion about me is better than what you say it is."
" You're hurt? The tent where all the healers are is right next to us. Go on and stagger over there." Dante only grinned at Kel.
" I'm going to the practice field. Are you up to fencing, my lady?"
"Perhaps more than you are, Dante. Don't call me 'my lady'."
" Alright. To the practice field!" Dante strode out of the tent with Kel following him closely behind. When they got to the practice field, both picked heavy blunt practice swords from a nearby rack.
" Say to make this match more interesting, how about a prize to the winner?"
" Money?"
" No. Say... If I win, you will have to kiss me in front of all the men, and if you win, you may smack my bottom with that practice sword. How's that for a prize?"
" Dante, you must be pretty desperate for a kiss if that's the prizes. No doubt, I will make you eat the dirt underneath my feet."
" Nay, I will recieve my kiss."
" You'll get it once you stop braying. Come on!" Dante smiled and noticed that Cleon was standing nearby before he and Kel crossed swords and began hacking at each other. Kel was fast, he'd give her that, but not as fast as he was. He was war-trained to think like a master, to have confidence. That confidence was sometimes dangerous if you had too much of it. Kel had the right amount of confidence. They slashed at each other, neither winning or gaining a hand. Kel searched quickly for an opening. Dante was good. Too good. It was obvious that he was well trained in the art of fencing. He had nearly gotten her with his sword when sweat suddenly fell into her eyes. Thank the gods that he wasn't close enough to finish off the duel. Distance had saved her from losing that bet. She'd die before she kissed him in front of the men!
Dante knew that Kel was in a snit. He knew that she favored the Yamani glaive and probably spent a number of hours to strengthen her fencing skills, but he was one of the best. Alanna never took him on for some reason he did not know, but he felt that the lady knight was just as good as he was. Kel could probably keep him at bay for another minute or so, but sooner or later, she would grow tired and Dante would win.
Finally, Kel stumbled slightly and Dante took the chance. He hooked her sword with his and sent it flying to the ground some six feet away. Dante smiled. " Well, my dear, looks like I won. Where's my kiss?" Kel grunted and glared at him. She had been so sure that she would win! Well, looks like ego could get in the way. She continued to glare at him with murder in her eyes and gave him a quick peck on the lips with lips tightly sealed. Dante sighed. If looks could kill, he'd be dead at Kel's feet a while ago. A long while ago. Not a good sign.
Kel regained her composure at headed back to the Officer's Tent. Dante shook his head a trailed after her. Once they both were in the tent, he said, " That wasn't really a proper kiss." Kel looked at him.
" A kiss. That was the bet."
" I know, but I expected more."
" Well, I beg for your forgiveness. I gave you the kiss and that's it." Dante winced at the sarcastic tone of her voice. He stood up. " Then I shall give you that prroper kiss if you don't give it to me." He grasped the upper part of her arms and kissed her. It was a gentle kiss. Not demandiing or seeking anything. Kel relaxed slightly. She rather liked his kisses, she decided. Oh? Is that so? A few moments ago, you would have killed him if he touched you, said a snide voice in her head. When Dante broke the kiss, he smiled down at her. Kel looked slightly dazed by the kiss and there was a vague look in her eyes. Kel blinked.
" You ass! A proper gentleman doesn't do that to unsuspecting ladies!"
" I thought you rather enjoyed it. Your eyes looked so soft and vague a moment ago. Now, they look as if you would like to unman me."
" I would enjoy it!"
" Malice does not become of you." Kel grounded her teeth.
" I hate you."
" Next time I will contrive to remember that. I will make the next kiss more enjoyable. Perhaps that time, I will get you into my bed. What do you think?"
" I think you're a bastard."
" How can something so innocent have such a dirty mouth?"
" I'm not all that innocent to dirty language, you fool!"
" Is that so?" Kel glared at him again. The damnable bastard. She would someday beat him but good.
Cleon slipped away from the Officer's Tent. So Kel and Dante were lovers or close to it. He had seen enough to confirm that. Kel had betrayed him. He felt fury and jealousy pump through his veins and course through his blood. Even if he couldn't marry her, he didn't want any man touching her. He would kill any one that did.