I do not own Ragnarok

A/N: I'm sorry that the plot has yet to develop, I just want to make sure that the characters have some form of build up, because it's going to get confusing if I add too many characters at once without trying to build up on each of them.

Kailey's Fury and Faults

It was raining in Morroc, a hard, non-desert like rainstorm. Sure, Morroc did have rain, a drizzle or two in a year, but never a major downpour. Jeran and Roddy had made their way through the dampened sand that made up the Morrocan streets.

"You sure she'll still want to go in this weather?" asked Jeran as he tried to keep up his pace with Roddy. His fellow assassin raced ahead, making the rogue have to sprint to keep up. "Are you that excited to see the huntress again?" He knew he hit the spot because Roddy had slowed down to a simple jog.

They continued to make their way to the northern gates, the gate which all three had met. Though before they reached it they made a quick turn into an alleyway and into a door that hid in the shadows. When they entered, an evil looking man approached them, his greying hair was pulled back into a ponytail and he wore an evil grin, which Jeran thought was permanent.

"Ahh Jeran," greeted the man, eyes glistening, but the still evil grin plastered on his face. "What can I do for you?"

"Oh I just need a refill I guess," replied Jeran. He looked around and tried to see if anything else would be interesting to buy around here. "You need anything Roddy?" he asked after remembering the assassin was in the store to.

"Poison," he growled, he moved himself from out of the shadows, and the evil grinning clerk gulped as he went into a room looking for the things the two needed out there.

While he was in there, Jeran had a closer look around the shop. It had no windows, so the place was lit with very few candles. Many of the items there specialized in things thief classes would need, basic poison, a kunai (throwing knife). One of the items did indeed grab his attention, it looked like four medium sized curved blades all attached somehow from the middle. (A/N: Ninja's would usually use this it would somehow resemble a , just picture each line as a curved blade, its like a boomerang except when properly thrown it would cut through most things)

"Interested?" asked Roddy in an audible whisper.

Jeran merely picked up the weapon and studied it, admiring how the blades seem to assure him that they could cut through anything. "Yeah I guess."

"Then buy it."

"I don't know, I wouldn't want to waste my money on an item I might not need."

"I assure you Jeran," another voice said behind them. The clerk stood their with mild apprehension, the items which he fetched were on a counter on the other side of the dark room. "That was sold to me by someone special, he used it with great ease, saved our city a fair amount of times."

Roddy didn't know who he was talking about, but when he glanced at Jeran's face, he knew something was questioning his friend. "Do you know who he's talking about?"

"I think I do," replied Jeran, still looking at weapon.

They made their way to the counter where they payed for the stuff. The clerk, evilly grinning, took their money and placed it into the register. He took one more look at that weapon and for once (Jeran had noticed) his evil grin, became a smile of joy.

"Jeran, the person who sold me that, would have been proud to see you with his Wind Shuriken," he remarked, as Jeran placed more knives into his coat and taking the shuriken off the counter and somehow finding it able to flip back (A/N: Like one of those switch knives, I think) into a one point shuriken. Jeran nodded, smiling back at the man, and after left the store.

"Who is this 'he' you are talking about?" asked Roddy facing the clerk, arms folded.

"That young Roderick, is something you will figure out," he said, leaving the counter and heading up a pack of stairs. "I suggest if you guys are going somewhere together, you best stay together, the desert isn't safe these days," he added with his grin, before he headed the last stair into another darkened room.

"What took you guys so long?" asked Kailey, her hair all damp from the continuous rain.

"Hehe, sorry we had to make a few refills along the way," replied Jeran, smiling, he put his hand on the back of his head where she had previously hit him and then looked around to see if she had some other form of weapon she could knock him out with.

He better be scared, Kailey thought as he sighed knowing that she couldn't knock him out just then. She turned her head and stared at Roddy, who was again looking at the sky, but instead of stars shining above them, dark grey clouds loomed over them, and grumbled with thunder.

Hmm, she thought. I guess the gods are crying. "I guess lets get going."

The moon shown brightly against the cloudless night sky. The stars shown with delight as three silhouettes made their way across the now cool desert. Silence passed between the three, two of them with impassive faces and one with obvious boredom. It wasn't until near midnight, did they stop to make camp.

"So how far do you think we are from Prontera?" asked Jeran curiously. "Because if I don't find any excitement soon, I think i'll turn into a Muka and blast you guys with pointy stuff."

"Don't worry," assured Kailey, her face full of concentration as she tried to start a fire by using sticks. "I think were about a few days away from the city."

She sighed and after a couple deep breathes she tried again, with an "ahh" coming from between her clenched teeth, after failing yet again, she took another deep breath and continued trying to create the fire.

Jeran watched, face different from hers. Instead of concentration, his was filled with an almost curious look. After two minutes of watching her non-stop trying to start the fire, he layed down on the soft sand, with arms behind his head and eyes closed. He barely noticed Roddy coming, and sitting by him. After hearing him, he opened one of his eyes and raised his head a little bit. There sat Roddy, arms and legs crossed looking at the huntress, who still couldn't get the fire started after ten whole minutes.

"You know, apart from being the first huntress who i've seen gotten lost, you're the first i've seen who can't even start a fire," said Jeran, laughing as he placed his head back on top of his hands and closed his eyes. Unfortunately it was only then he remembered what had happened the last time he had made fun of the huntress.

He quickly sat up, but it was too late, there stood Kailey, concentration replaced by fury, deep breathing and somehow the same mallet she had used on him previously in hand. He looked around, only to see Roddy looking forwards at nothing. He looked back forwards to see the huntress charge at him mallet ready to swing, blond hair furiously flowing behind her. Sure enough it had swung, but not before Jeran had taken refuge behind Roddy. This proved useless though, because Roddy, still looking forwards, leaned his head a bit to the side allowing the mallet to completely miss the assassin, but hitting the cowering rogue right in the face and making him fly about a mile away, yelling in pain. (A/N: Yeah think of it as Team Rocket from Pokemon, when they always fly away after being "blasted" away)

"Stupid rogue," mumbled the huntress, hair gracefully falling back down.

She looked at Roddy, who now was staring at her, then at the place where she was starting the fire. She took this as a sign for her to get back to work. Usually if someone had bossed her around, with words or not, she'd blast with anger and whack them with her trusty mallet, but of course, Roddy was an exception. She would listen to him every time and promised to herself, she'd be the one who'd he'd choose to marry. She walked back to the group of sticks with a dreamy expression, and a bit of drool coming out of her mouth at the thought of Roddy and her starting a family, forgetting that Roddy was still there looking at her.

Me and Roddy...wonder what's his last name...Mr and Mrs Roddy...something. There were foot steps heard being made behind her. Oh its probably Roddy...maybe he'll confess his love for me, or even better maybe he'll... (A/N: Yes she is thinking perverted, but its not going to go there) Oh my he's moving closer maybe he'll turn me around and give me a kiss. She waited for him to turn her around, but when he did reach her from behind, all he did was reach into her quiver of arrows and pulled out one of the fire arrows he and Jeran had bought for her the previous night and threw it on the pile of sticks, which started the fire. Crap, maybe next time...oh he's so smart...why didn't I think of that? Maybe he thinks i'm dumb now.

"Uhh you need a napkin?" asked Roddy, offering a napkin.

"Why would I need that?"

"Because, you have drool all over your face..."

She touched the side of her mouth and sure enough, there was drool all over her hand. She blushed and looked down, taking the napkin and wiping her mouth. She didn't look up until she had heard Roddy move closer to the fire and layed down to go to sleep.

A deafening boom was heard as she looked up. Hmm, it came from over there, where Jeran flew. It's probably him finally landing, but wait, I didn't hit him that far. He would have landed a long time ago and far enough that I wouldn't of heard him. Another boom was heard followed by many more. Oh no what have I gotten Jeran into...