Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Knights!! I don't own the song She Said Yes!! And I'm not sure whether this really counts as a songfic!!
Warning: Hm. Rath-kun's chappie. Swearing, probably. And... F-L-U-F-F!! Come on... You know you want it...
A/N: I wrote this right before(and after) the ninth grade dance. I did it in a slightly different way, with much more dialogue, and much less description than normal. I think that's because this IS Rath's chapter. And although he may be adorably sure of how much he likes Cesia at the current point in the series, the Rath from my story is slightly less... Emotionally advanced. Think Rath in book 13. He's incredibly cute, but he needs a very strong push in the right direction if he's to get anything done relationship-wise.
This book-13-Rath-ness led to a large amount of his chapter dealing with Thats, as well. I apologize for our little thief... Er... STEALING some of the spot light, but I think he deserved some amount of payment for all the good he does in this chapter. n-
::And to his surprise, the words came at last::
He stood.
Golden rivers of amber light flowed swiftly down the boy's back, falling in a loose pool, neatly tied with silver string. They cascaded past the supple white of his shirt, ending above his loose blue jeans. Their longest tips brushed full inches above the worn material.
Rune was standing on the second to the top row of the bleachers, and Rath balanced behind him, mask precariously in place.
"Rune."
It was Thats.
As the words left his mouth, he turned his head, drawing in a steep breath as he saw their friend descend, steadily walking away.
"Well."
He grinned, scrambling to keep his own image intact.
"I guess he is gonna ask her."
Rath glanced at him, not paying attention.
Listening instead to the pull of conflicting worlds.
Twin battles raged within his mind, a swirling vortex of fire and ice, each hissing their own conflicting and defensive messages.
"I..."
It was as if he was standing apart, watching his own breathing quicken and his eyes dart unseeingly across the dance floor. He heard himself speak, but felt no control over what was being said.
"I want..."
"Huh?"
The strange sensation of a separation of soul and body suddenly ended, and Rath found himself standing inside his own skin once again, a pair of curious green eyes, messily hidden behind slightly-too-long bangs alighting upon his own.
He felt the blood start to rush to his face as his incoherent words registered within his mind. Gods, he felt stupid.
"Never mind," he muttered, averting his gaze from that of his friend, turning his face down to glare at his shoes.
"Wait, what were you gonna say?" Thats pressed, attempting to look the other boy in the eye.
Rath shook his head, black hair flying about his face as flickers of red light edged from his mental vision.
"Nothing."
"Come on. What was it?"
"I--Nothing."
The second teenager let out a burst of air in a relenting sigh.
"Fine. If you don't want to tell me, you don't have to," he said, falling silent, much to the relief of the other.
"But you know..."
Rath winced. Oh, no.
"You really should ask Cesia to dance," he quickly raised his hands, palms up, in a show of peace as the dark haired boy slowly turned to look at him with a fed-up gleam in his dark eyes.
"Wait, I'm not just saying that, ok? I mean it," he grinned at his friend, "You should. I think she'd really like it."
Rath sighed and turned away, determinedly focusing on a point on the wall, high above the door.
Blue light swirled through his sight, crimson fire dancing, almost in reach, at the edges of his vision. The deadly chill ate at the air around his body.
He somehow found himself talking, once again, without his own consent.
"You don't get it."
Thats furrowed his brow.
"What d'ya mean? I get that Cesia likes you. And I damn well get that you like her."
Rath shook his head again, slower this time. It was more of a weak attempt to clear the darkness than to show a disagreement.
"It's... Not that."
He was speaking slowly, carefully forming the individual words as if uncertain of what would happen if they were to break, shattering upon his tongue.
"It's just..." he trailed off, yet again unable to put what he wanted to say into an understandable sentence.
Thats watched, fascinated, as the other boy shifted through a complex rhythm of emotions, all flashing through his normally tinted irises. Shining through were the inner depths of the other boy that Thats would normally have to strain to catch even the merest glimpse of. He was mesmerized, an active viewer watching along the rims of an active arena.
The flames slowly licked higher.
Thats grinned.
"Look, Rath, you may not admit it, but it's damn obvious. You're crushing on Cesia. Badly. Now," his mischievous smile broadened as Rath opened his mouth to hotly deny it once again, "if you still think I'm wrong, then just say so. But first, I want you to look," he waved a lazy hand across the crowded room, "at her."
Rath's eyes widened, automatically following his friend's hand to where it pointed. It landed upon a teenaged girl with long dark hair, slowly stopping and sitting down upon a recently vacated metal bench. Her fair skin seemed to shine under the harsh lighting peeking through the clouds of shadow, and he could feel a warmth slowly enter the surrounding chill.
He stayed like that for a long time, unable to break the spell.
Then, suddenly, it was shattered into millions of tiny shards as before.
"I'll take that silence as a 'no', then."
Confused, he turned around to face his friend, no longer seated behind him, but now standing upright, stretching his arms behind his head.
"Hell, if you are sure you don't want her..." Thats trailed off, and a careful observer could mark him rushing through similarly pieced together story lines, trying to chose the one best suited to the task at hand.
"I'm gonna ask her."
Thats relished the look of utter shock portrayed on his comrade's face.
"...What?"
The word was tense with the strain of keeping a rising voice level.
He shrugged.
"Well, if you don't want to ask her, then why can't I?" carefully noticing the suspicion starting to wind around his friend, he added in, "I mean, she's pretty hot. Haven't you noticed? Niiice figure."
He was enjoying himself by this time, scouring his mental banks of words for just the right phrases, and mentally laughing at the shocked look frozen on Rath's face.
"But..." Rath fumbled his words, teetering desperately on a paper-thin ledge between ruin and change.
"You don't get it..."
"Don't get what?" Thats fought to keep from smirking, "I asked if YOU like her. Several times, in fact," he mused, "And you said no. So, why can't I ask her? Geeze, it's not like I necessarily want to ravish her under the bleachers, or something."
Cesia.
Thats. Ravish.
Bleachers.
Cesia.
These words registered in Rath's mind in a sudden whirl of ochre as Thats finally cracked. The brown-haired teenager collapsed into himself, his hands pressed into his thighs, as he doubled over, biting his lip to keep from howling with laughter.
Rath didn't notice.
And when Thats finally got himself under control once more, ready to continue his game of charades, he straightened.
Looked around.
And caught sight of a tuft of black hair with a small streak of white, disappearing into the crowded room.
He smiled a fading grin.
"Damn obvious."
Kat: Ooh, being awake that early sucks. .( Hm... Well, I have that thing that I dreamt up... And... Yeah. I think that's it. CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM!! n--n Ok, yeah. nn;; ::secretly--kinda--enjoys writing overly descriptively in every chapter:: Hm. Well, this chapter was a bit varied. Plots, yo. GIL IS CWOOT!::glomps Gil:: Get well soon! O
(And no, it isn't getting annoying. I love rambling!)
Elfin Kagome: Well, the thing is... You are already one of those eight. VV; ...But I love you for the Thatcheliness anyway!!
Raesia Ar--Ginsi--Krist-- ARGH!!: ;;;; ...Sorry... Confused... ;;;;;; Anyway, poetry? Ok, these can be my poetry. non Really? Like you? I got it right, then!::has somehow started thinking GinsingTintlett:: And::glomps::, I know. I want one too. v-v
Hououza: ::has just reread her own description of pocky and finds it hilariously stupid:: Thank you, and I will use those wishes and luck on my tests! D
Insaneoveranime: No, as you can see, this chapter was about Rath(Even though I tried to trick you at the beginning...). DD So you DID get your RxC mentioning!! DDD Hmm. You could always PRETEND to be... Er... However old they require you to be. I believe I did that, but I'm not entirely sure... I might have just made it, since I signed up a week or so after my birthday. And, ok, you can be an honorary Thatchel writer!
Kathlyn: Ho-Ho...::mondo sweatdrop:: It's an AU. As in, they are in our world... They are humans...(Wait, Kitchel's saying something about Rath and Thats being from Jupiter... Mostly likely she's kidding. Ignore her.) It's okay if they are in school, because they are in an AU... ::sweatdrop::
Capella: ROTFLMAO. ...Sorry. "Tintlet's #1 Fan-Other-Than-Rune". I found it funny. nn; I dreamt about getting book 16. Then I got it. Like when I dreamt about getting book 13. ...Mind, my subconcious' versions were SO much cooler than the actual books... My subconscious had given book 13 a scene surprisingly like the one with Kitchel and Ringleys in the caves when they are talking about Tetheus... Only it had added in bits about Thats, as well. And then book 16? Whoo, boy. I LOVED that mental-version. About half of it was flashbacks. ::stares, open mouthed at flashbacks:: My God, I seriously want to see that in an actual Dragon Knights book... ...Goddess? ...Seriously? ::glomps:: I LOVE YOU!
Lisa: Yay! You(My other Tintlett model...) think it's IC, too! ::uber-happy::
Animegoil: Hah, if you thought Rune was bad... Venezuelan! Yeah! I'm... Not Venezuelan! I would say I was Hawaiian, but as I have neither Hawaiian blood, nor do I count myself as "local"(I don't speak pidgin and I go private school. Whoa, I say "pidgin", and my grammar goes weird. oO;), I suppose I'm just America. VV ...I named Komo's hat La Paz, however. n-n It tutors me in Spanish!
Firey Flames: Whoa, impatient, no? nn;
Kudos to Thats. n-n
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