Dedication: I dedicate this to Laenavesse, aka Angel Cesia. The writer of the BEST EFF-ING script stories EVER. True, there was no sole Thatchel, but there was tension.

Plus, she made those Zoma backgrounds. non

Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Knights. I've been looking for book sixteen at least once a day, every day, for the past two weeks... But sadly, I do not own that, either. Curse you, fate.

Warnings: Um... Wow. Actually... This is G-rated. Absolutely nothing bad happens, is said, or is mentioned. Amazing.

Note: This chapter takes place after Thats and Kitchel robbed Ekidonna, completed the map, and Thats offered Ringleys a place with them. Go back and look, that all really does take place in one day!!

Chapter Three:

"He's staying with us?"

Thats glanced down at the water light, currently fluttering around the doorknob as if uncertian he actually wanted to come inside.

"Yeah," he shrugged, "Ringleys doesn't have anywhere to go, so I told him he could come along. He can fly. He could be of some help."

Kitchel smiled at the faerie, "Sure. Hey, come on in. We gotta find you a place to sleep."

She beckoned to him, walking over to the bedstand and scrutinizing it.

"Here, this could work."

Kitchel yanked the drawer open, lining it's hard sides and bottom with the extra pillow from the hotel bed.

"That good?"

Ringleys lit upon it, sitting down in its center.

"Yeah!" he grinned, "This is great! Thank you so much for letting me come with you guys!"

The female thief laughed, waving off the complement, and jumped back on to her own bed.

"No problem, Ringleys. You know, just traveling with Thats gets boring. This is a nice change!"

Thats half grinned, rolling his eyes jokingly.

"Hey. Not nice."

Casually closing the door behind him, he took a seat on the floor.

"Did you manage to get us a boat, Kitchel?"

She shook her head.

"No. Still looking. I'll keep searching tomorrow; find one then."

The female thief yawned, stretching her long arms over her head, and flopped down on 'her' bed.

"I'm exaushted. Turning in for the night. You going to be okay sleeping there, Ringleys?" she asked.

Ringleys nodded, and she reached over his head, flipping off the light.

"It's late. G'night."

"Night," Thats responded, his answer mimiced by the Faerie.

A deep silence settled over the room, falling unnaturally early, and unnaturally peacefully. The only disturbance it recieved was the noiseless traveling of clouds overhead, rushing past a moon almost half full.

Slowly, softly, three sets of steady breathing filled the air.

Two of them were faked.

"Kitchel?" the young man, sprawlled on his back, breathing in the faint smell of varnish and cold air asked.

"Yes?"

Kitchel remained still, body still half curled, as if in a deep sleep. Her voice, however, betrayed this false slumber. There was no hint of weariness along it's smooth edges.

The beginnings of words lit upon his mouth, but were silenced.

A new phrase was spoken, instead. Neutral words, almost whispered in the night.

"Where do you think you'll find a boat?"

The shrug she would have given was audiable in her reply, "Not sure yet. I'll ask around. Maybe that store that was raided by Ekidonna's got something for us. Who knows."

Both parties fell silent, and the minutes sluggishly passed before Kitchel spoke again.

"Hey," she sat up, changing positions for the first time since she had dimmed the lights, maybe an hour ago.

"You okay on the floor?" the thief asked in an almost teasing voice.

Thats turned his head from staring up at the cealing, adjusting the hands that cradled it in a make-shift pillow.

"Yeah," he gave a wry smile, "What does it matter to you?"

Her whole demeaner shifted abruptly.

Kitchel glared.

"Oh, shut up," she lay back down, facing away from him.

Then, softer, "Go to sleep."

No one else spoke that night, not out loud, at any rate. But both servants

of the Dragon Lord let it be noted that the irritated threat was changed.

It was weaker, shakier, than the ones previously issued.

Both, however, soon let go of this fact, letting it be pushed to the back of their minds as welcomed sleep overtook them.

When the sun rose in the morning, any possible thoughts of that sort were pushed away by the work set before them.

But that's not to say they were completely forgotten.

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Shadow Down: Apparently that habit is more common than I thought. ;) Really? Thanks. I want to get better, though. Goal: To be like Akisawana, Bonny Fyfa, Animegoil, mindmelda, Sarehpatar, etc.

Capella: For lack of a better response, here is what happened when I recieved your review.

Me- :reading review on break: .....WHAT?! She WHAT?!?!

Asa- o.oa

Me- I... I will KILL her, tear her into itty-bitty pieces, and EAT her... Kill, kill... Need to kill someone...

Asa- ...Why don't you wait until Matt gets back...

Me- :sweatdrop: ...Mind... I don't know her e-mail, her address, or her state, so...

Asa- :sweatdrop:

lol. Asa was waiting with me for my English group to get back, and I got bored and checked my e-mail... I've yet to find book 17. 'Nuff said.

Yeah. All at night.

Ojosnegro: I see. n.n

Hououza: Yeah. Um. Book five doesn't have much romance. ...Much. :evil grin: But I plan to exploit the little that it DOES have... :sadistic laughter:

:n:

CRAPS! I need to write the next chapter of this for monday! :runs around in circles: If monday comes, and there's something else up, this is why. I'm just a lazy person and forgot about actually WRITING the chapters. :feels stupid:

Anyway, review?