Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Knights! I went as Fire for Halloween, so I own a costume of him, but I still don't own Dragon Knights!
Warnings: Minor language, school dances, THATCHEL! non
Dedication: This is dedicated to Animegoil for her LOVELY Thatchel in "Lost in a Memory", one of her absolutely brillient stories posted on Thank you for honoring ThatsxKitchel by letting them grace the pages of your gorgeous fic! (And in such a brillient scene, too! It's still stuck in my head!)
A/N: Holy... I wrote this in one day. oO; On election day, actually. ...Hmm... Maybe all that election voting energy that inspired me... Oo;
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:To his half-hearted request:
Thats looked around him.
Empty bleachers, vacent spaces, as far as the eye could see.
He slid back down to sit on the cool metal bench, a bored grin propping up his life.
Briefly he wondered how good it could be to feel one's sanity slipping away through outstretched fingers, complete with the knowledge that if one were to close their hands, tightening their grip, then the last few drops would dissapear in their entirity.
The night world tightened around the small school gym, closing out all other aspects of the world.
Suddenly tired of the empty vacuum, he laughed, a surprisingly warm sound in the air, chilled with excess emotions. Not just his, but those of the people surrounding him, drenching his oxygen with tainted sorrow.
"No one to ask."
Thats said the words out loud, a more tangible reminder of the earlier night. He repeated them, rolling the syllables along his tounge, slipping them out past his lips in a fluid, carefree motion.
"No one to ask."
Well, that was true.
The normally crowded edges of the room were eerily empty, as if all the students had finally got up the balls to venture out into the uncharted waters of the center. At last braving the pitch of waves against creaking wood, little boats drowned at sea by storm, finally emerging victorious upon new found shores.
He smirked to himself, leaning back against the seat behind him. Scanning the crowds he caught brief sight of Rune, quickly vanishing into the masses once more.
"Never thought it would end this way," he laughed out loud to himself, "Man, this is messed."
His lips twitched upwards into a teasing grin, running through lists of questions and jabs to set before his missing friends. Brown hair fell into his face and he automatically pushed it out of peridot eyes, still shining with a teasing mirth. He never faltered in his movements.
It was curious.
The audiance had left, but the silken cutains remained up: the show was still on.
"Geeze," he sighed, "This is boring."
Thats slouched, drooping down onto the bleachers, slightly-too-long bangs falling back into his face.
He chased visions of the time spent that night with his friends through his mind, rinsing the dust off, stacking them away.
"No one to ask."
A thoughtful look ran across his face, absentminded acting drawing through his mind.
"Maybe I'll go outside..."
The silent glare of lights was suddenly chipped, then broken by another voice, raised in carefree tones.
"I wouldn't advise that."
He jumped at the unexpected words, spinning around to search for their source.
His eyes lit upon another pair, bright green, crystalized in amber light, untarnished in their bronze setting. Kitchel spoke again.
"It's really boring out there."
Words whirled through his mind, fluid phrases, none soild enough to grasp.
And the actors faltered.
"K-Kitchel?"
She grinned at him, crossing her arms across the cool surface of the elevated seats, her face level with his legs.
"It's really boring out there," she repeated, glancing over her shoulder, pouting slightly, then turned back to him.
"They all suck at poker."
He snickered, relaxing minutely, "Yeah? That bites."
"I know!" Kitchel complained, dropping her head down onto her arms, "I won a lot, though," she added more cheerfully.
"Cheated, I suppose."
He rolled his eyes to the cealing, taking his gaze off the viewers.
There was no response in the silent theater.
Thats brought his head back down quickly, looking to where the girl had been standing.
An empty space.
He felt himself staring, mouth slightly open.
No one was there.
No one to ask.
"What was that?"
His whole body jerked, senses coming back to life-and with them a sense of sheer stupidity. The student spun around, coming face to curious face with a young teenaged girl, cinnamon hair framing her delicate features and questioning clover eyes.
"What did you say?"
Thats shook himself out of his startled state.
"Um, I--"
He found himself cut off again.
Kitchel sighed, cupping her chin in her hand and propping her elbow up on her bare leg where it now rested on the bench.
"God, I'm bored."
She spoke without bitterness towards the dancing couples, simply stating a fact. If indeed she felt otherwise, it was hidden behind her playful face, currently drawn into a pouting frown as she chewed her lip, mind already wandering elsewhere. Kitchel may have abruptly changed the mood several occasions that night, but she had been without any malicious intent each time.
After all, it was just a game.
Now that one looked at it, there was not much difference between her reality and his.
Thats looked at the girl next to him, an idea flickering in his eyes.
It wasn't a new one, not quite. There was no shock of realization, no electric impulse of sudden knowledge. But then there was no tentative feeling of aged wishes finally spoke, either.
Just a formation of truth, created by lies, written into the falseified rules supporting his world, his show.
For one last scene, neither breathed a word.
Then movement.
Thats picked up his altered script, stretched, yawned, and spoke.
"So... You wanna dance?"
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Sarehptar: :evil laugh: You asked for it... Thats and Kitchel. Best pairing ever. And, yes, they're getting their dance.
Elfin Kagome: Glad you got it. Elxclimation points are fun!
Hououza: Yeah... That is rather important... Happy birthday!!
Lady Kilgorn: Hey... I wrote it, at least. And I did the salient points, too. Nyahh!
Yokai Cesia(And Chi): Is this better?
Ojosnegro: I told you... Right? Think I did.
Shining Cresent Moon: Thanks! Neat name!
Capella: Really? Wow, thanks! :snickers: Thatchel wave? You're riding it. Meh, well... I liked it... But I do agree... Yeah.
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Hee.
Thatchel.
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