Dedication: I dedicate this to Shadow Cat17, for their fic "An Elf and a Demon: Part Three". :sweatdrops: Okay. So it was mainly about Rath and Rune... But part three had a large amount of Thats Kitchel...: shifty eyes: And... As stated before, I needed more dedications... :shifty eyes again:
Disclaimer: No, I don't own Dragon Knights. Sheesh. Some people...
Warnings: They swear, um, three times. And cuss once. :sweatdrop: I don't think that should be warned about, but... Hey...
Chapter Two:
The room was dark, still with the weight of night. Dim light crept in through the open window, chasing shadows across the wooden floor, sending them scattering under the thin mattress and sturdy frame of the bed, currently occupied by a young male.
Thats was seated upright on the comfortable surface, his tanned face set firmly in an irritated scowl.
Pressing the first two fingers of his right hand to his temple in frustration, he made a mental note to give Kitchel a curfew next time.
Thats flopped over backwards onto the soft matress, staring at the cealing and placed both his interlocked hands behind his head.
"I wouldn't even mind," He complained to no one in particular, "If she had taken the damn key to the bar!"
His eyes flicked over to the small brass object, currently lying on a nearby table, shining in the light reflected off of the slowly waning moon outside.
"But no," He continued, "She didn't. And now Master's gone to bed and is making me make sure she gets in."
He glared at the open window, through which could be seen no sign of the female thief.
"Why she couldn't just head off to that damn hotel she keeps talking about is beyond me."
He closed his eyes and continued to complain about the sheer injustice of it all, not paying much attention to most of his surroundings, but listening intently for the sound of soft booted feet on cobblestone roads.
It was with a jerk that the knight awoke to the sound of the door to their small room opening with a low shudder.
"Kitchel?" He sat up, eyes quickly adjusting to the dim light and latching on to the outline of a slim female figure standing in the doorframe at the front of the room.
"What in bloody hell took you so long?"
She walked over to the bed, shedding her long white jacket and black backpack as she went.
"Dead end. Some idiot gave me the false information," She growled, "I'm gonna make sure his name gets mentioned in my report. Stupid liar," She paused for a moment, collecting herself, then continued, "But that was around eight. I spent the last few hours following up on another lead. One that I think is actually true."
"Really?" Thats' eyes lit up, "So you're gonna find that last piece soon?"
Kitchel nodded, sending fine brown hair bouncing, "Very soon."
"Great," He grinned, climbing off the bed and standing up, stretching as he did so.
As his feet touched the ground Kitchel sat on the soft matress.
"I'm hoping to find it tomorrow. I only stopped tonight because it was getting late and I still needed to get back in here."
Thats sat on the wooden floorboards, looking up at the female sitting on the bed.
"That's right. How'd you get back in? You don't have a key."
He lay down on his back, head turned to the side to look at her as she gave her response.
Kitchel grinned at him, raising her right hand in the air and waving her fingers. A small twig of metal was seen protruding between her hand and the dark material of her silken glove, it's silver surface shining in the dim light in the room.
"I am ranked among the best thieves in Draqueen."
Two and two fell into place, neatly making four.
"You picked the lock of Master's bar?" He asked.
Kitchel nodded, pleased with herself.
"The bedroom door, too."
She made a circle in the air with her index finger, signalling for him to turn around. As he did so, spinning in a half circle on the ground until he was facing away from her, she spoke again.
"So I'm planning on searching for that last piece again tomorrow. With a little luck I should have the map completed in time for lunch."
Kitchel pulled her shirt over her head, her shorts down her legs, and slipped into her spare change of clothes as she spoke.
"Okay," she said, sliding under the light covers, "Good night."
"Yeah," He lay down on the ground, cradling his head in his arms, "Same to you."
Shadows danced across the tiny room, sending specks of dust waltzing in their beams. The night was quickly clouding over, a thick gray blanket smothering the once bright stars. It brushed over the moon, tinting the land below in a deep lavender darkness.
Two green eyes flickered open.
Thats sat akwardly up, shaking an annoying crink out of his neck, then collapsed back down, staring at the low ceiling.
Feeling sleep tug at the corners of his vision once more, he succumbed, taking a last spontanious glance at the figure sleeping nearby.
"Ya could've told me you were gonna be out so late, y'know," he slurred to her unconcious and unaware form.
"Would've saved me a lot of," he yawned, eyes sliding shut, "...Trouble."
The overcast sky clearned by the time the first ray of sun shone over the city, erasing with it all ruffled emotions.
Neither had any memory of their words previously spoken, and even less of the ones substituted out.
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Kat Ho: :sweatdrop: That was a very kind review... Anyway. :pats head: Puppy! Puppy want a ball? Fetch!!
DragonessFei: :grins: Thatchel. Good, no? You feel like writing your own?
Cesia Illuser: That soon enough? I'll be updated every other day, btw...
Ojosnegro: Eeep... I keep wanting to add an "s" to the end of your name... Spanish classes getting to me... Well, now you'll have to wait another two days or so...
Hououza: Yup... XD Thanks, and merry Christmas to you, too!
ShadowDown: I did. And I will again.
Capella: Really? Weird... Well... I like Thatchel better, so... Book five? I LOVE it. It's my comfort book. When I get freaked out or anxious, I sleep next to it. :nervious grin: XD I love your friend's idea. That's brillient. I always love reading your reviews, btw. They're so nice and personalized!
Okay... I'm updating quickly... Please review?