A/N: Bwahahahaha! No one has guessed! I had never really thought about whether or not the Dragon Kingdom has electricity or not, but after flipping through my books, I noticed that they have running water and on page 90 of volume four there is something on the wall that looks suspiciously like a light fixture, then somewhere in whichever volume Rune meets Nohiro in, a light bulb get it's own panel. I'm pretty sure they do have electricity...At least in the human world. Of course, that was in the Dragon Castle, but oh well. And thank you to my reviewers! Cookies, brownies, and cake for you all! Yes, all of you! And it's not Ruwalk, just so you know. Not a shounen-ai/yaoi fan ;;
Chapter 2
Disclaimer: If I didn't own it last chapter, why would I own it this time?
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His eyes being left uncovered and his vision unhindered, the White Dragon Officer was able to follow every length of his journey. His journey tied up on the back of a stolen darna, to be specific. He watched the ground as it fell beneath him, watched as the treetops shrunk to pinpoints, watched the landscape changing rapidly below him. He struggled to suppress a well-hidden fear of flying to keep satisfaction off the face of his captor.
And failed miserably. He squirmed to reposition himself so that he no longer had a view of the still sinking ground. (A/N: Ever wonder why Alfeegi doesn't travel? XD) In his mind's eye he could see the girl behind him smirk in anticipation. The source of her anticipation, naturally, was one and the same with the source of his dread.
"Having fun yet, 'Feegi?"
Oh how he would have liked to answer. To tell her that this was the last thing he wanted to be doing. To tell her that he never wanted to see her face again. To tell her that she scared the heck out of him.
But alas, he was gagged.
That made things rather difficult. So instead, the dignified Dragon Secretary settled for kicking and screaming like a child. I imagine that his rantings (A/N: why does spellchecker say that word doesn't exist?) would have gone something like this had they been clear:
"Let me go you crazy woman! I want down! I demand you put me down right this instant!!" To which the 'Crazy Woman' replied, "You want down? Ok, Mr. Darna, you heard him." Suddenly the riding dragon tipped and Alfeegi (A/N: Now spell check is trying to change "Alfeegi" to "allergy" oO),not being strapped in, began to slide of the back of the dragon, meanwhile getting a very clear view of the miniature landscape below him.
"Ofay Ofay oo vin (Ok, Ok, you win)!" And the dragon righted itself, needing no command from it's rider. After a few more hours of panicky terror, Alfeegi heard his captor announce, "Alright, Mr. Darna. You can start the descent. This is where we get off. I'll assume you know your way home?" The darna nodded in response, causing its body to heave and the captive to tighten his grip on the dragon's hide until his knuckles were white. He kept his concentration narrowly on the dragonhide beneath him so that he could not see the swiftly rising land and didn't notice when they had landed or even when his captor was beckoning him to get off the dragon's back from solid ground.
"Hey you! You can stop acting airsick and get off that thing now!" She shouted impatiently. And sure enough, when he looked away from the spot on the dragon's hide he had been concentrating hard enough on to burn a hole through, his own eyes confirmed the knowledge that solid ground was only a few inches away from his feet.
He jumped down and promptly fell over because of the violet shaking of his legs. After a few moments of recuperation on the grass, he tried once more to rise in vain. Finally, realizing his pathetic state, the evil lady extended a hand to him to help him up.
Now the last thing he wanted to do was take hold of her hand. That was comparable to suicide. But it was either lie on the ground all day or accept this most likely rare gesture of kindness. So he reached up and grasped her hand. He was yanked half way to his feet before he was once more abruptly dropped on his backside
"Ooooh! You're heavy!" He looked up into his captor's eyes for the first time and saw a young teenage girl, a good 6 inches shorter than himself. She was wearing a floor length black skirt and a short-sleeved blue shirt. Her hair was brown with blonde highlights (that were sometimes reflected in her actions, as he was soon to learn) (A/N: Pardon the "dumb blonde" stereotype there! No offense meant to anyone! I'm just an idiot and my friends tell me my highlights are showing.) and her eyes were a dull but prominent blue.
"Gee, thanks. You don't look feather-light yourself," which was a very bad choice of words to string together in the same sentence directed at this particular girl. And he knew it as soon as her eyes turned red and smoke began to emanate from her ears.
"I don't think I asked for a comment on my weight you--" And the next few sentences were so extremely offensive and profane that it is better that they are not typed here. So let us continue with our story.
By this time poor Alfeegi was hiding behind a tree, whose branches were swaying with the force of the anger emitting from this (relatively) small being. When he finally inched out from behind him makeshift shield, he realized that he had gotten up on his own when he had run to hide in a panic.
When the commotion finally waned, he came fully out from behind the large tree to find himself facing a small white house with a black roof. As he was used to a castle, he was about to comment on the size of the house but wisely kept his lips pressed firmly together lest he offend the girl again.
"Is... this... where... you live?" he asked slowly, choosing his words carefully. A nod confirmed his inference and he swallowed loudly. This earned him a death glare, but thankfully did not cause another outburst. The girl recovered quickly and skipped bouncily up the trio of wooden steps leading up to the low porch and, grinning widely with only a small hint of insanity and demonic mischievousness gestured for him to follow.
She opened and white wooden door to reveal a room carpeted in blue with cushioned chairs and sofas all about. On top of a large wooden stand sat a silver box with a large black square almost the size of one of it's faces in the middle of the forwardmost side, and around it stood bouquets of flowers and small figurines.
To his left he could see a room in which a wooden table took precedence. The table was covered with place mats and various small objects that probably did not have a specified place otherwise. And when he redirected his vision to the right, he was met with a closed door. The door was white, like the entry doors, but smaller.
He turned to address his captor. "Pardon me, but I know who you are. I just don't know what to call you. What name do you go by?" The girl's grin widened.
"Weeellllllll.... 'Your Highness' would be fine. So would 'Kami-sama.'
"But I guess you can call me Peridot-san."
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I don't feel like counting the dashes this time. Anyways, I'm supposed to be writing a story for homework. I just got... distracted. Yeah, that's a good word for it.
So what did you guys think? I bet no one (with the exception of my cousin and my best friends) guessed that I kidnapped 'Feegi!!! oO Yea, I'm an Alfeegi fangirl. If you read my bio, you would know that. At least, I think I put that on there. Maybe not... But pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease review!! Thank you in advance ('cuz I know you will! . You're all such nice reviewers!)
UPDATE
I had a reviewer or two confused here... I've decided I'm going to continue this story. No, the madness is not over. I still have to torture my favorite character! o