Ack, migod. So sorry! ::bows japanese style: I tried to get this up yesterday, but wouldn't let me in... I'm so sorry!!
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Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Knights. Seriously. If I did... Let's just say I've been waiting for my Thatchel since book five...
Warning: Fwuff? Um, no swearing this time, actually. Oh. After this chapter, there's a swear word, said by me. :sweatdrop: Hysterical laughter by the authoress. No A/N up here, look for it at the end...
Dedication: Dedicated to Disgruntled Peony. For her really sweet thatchel from a long while ago. And because I found her on Gaia. Whoot.
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:And they held on:
The night was cold. Brisk air came from the north, heralding the arrival of autumn. The winds brushed all clouds aside, leaving the dark to be consumed by stars and mirage filled constellations.
In the midst of the shimmering glory, a small faded light shone, reflecting through the sturdy walls and out the windows of an ordinary school gym.
Dull and lackluster compared to the shining balls of blazing light, but loved and hated and feared and trusted and scorned and appreciated in it's own way. In a way the heavenly stars never could be.
For although the night orbs held wishes and dreams, their nearer companion held their pain and realization.
It held, for at least one moment in a vast spinning universe, their love.
Inside the gymnasium, beneath the overriding sound, one pair of jade eyes widened in a silent string of misfiring synapses.
Kitchel felt her vision shift back to it's normal form and her jaw lose it's slackness, mouth ending it's slightly open phase.
"So... You wanna dance?"
The words echoed across the noise of the music.
"What?" her voice pealed into slightly hysterical laughter, "Dance?"
Even in the darkened corner, far from the tempting glow of the center, it was easy to see the uncomfortable dust that settled over the boy still standing next to her.
"Uh," he flushed slightly, trying hard to beat back the color that was rising to his cheek bones.
Thats glanced down at the teenaged girl, seated on the bleachers, propped up by her tanned arms resting on the row behind her. Her startled face was trained onto his, tilted upwards, shoulder length hair falling down in a silken curtain behind it. Polished mahogany strands barely brushing their tips against her fair flesh.
He turned his sight back up to carelessly stare across the moving swirls of students lost in a dance encrypted upon the night air.
"Unless..." he shifted his voice to match his stance, bass with a carefully crafted casual poise.
Normality in double illusions.
"Unless you don't want to. Of course."
He started to glance nervously down at her, wishing that, in a brief moment of poetic justice, the earth would split under his feet, sending him tumbling head over heels into it's crushing embrace.
About to speak more, to fuel his wish, he fell suddenly silent.
His hand was no longer hanging clenched and shaking by his side, but was instead warmed, grasped. It was held in a sunlit glow, one foreign in his darkened night.
Surprised, Thats turned to look down upon his captor.
Green eyes brimming with excitement and mirth bound him to the spot more effectively than the firm grip did.
"What?"
Kitchel grinned.
"That's just what I mean. 'What' are you talking about? Come on."
She pulled herself up with his arm, standing next to him on the same row.
"The song's already started. If we're lucky, there'll be another one afterwards," she tugged impatiently on his hand.
The girl turned around to teasingly smirk up at him, a voice starting to trickle through her conciousness, planting a wordless idea.
After all, it was just a game, one played many times before.
"Unless you don't want to. Of course."
Realization hit the other in the face, and Thats gave a roguish grin.
He took a leap, hurtling down two rows of metallic benches to stand in front of her.
It was a game constantly won.
Their grip tightened, and the light took on a golden hue.
"Let's go."
But instead of constantly playing to win, she was, for once, playing to lose. Placing her bets on the least likely slot, agreeing to odds overwhelmingly against her. She was preparing herself for a loss capable of setting her private world aflame, but at the same time...
She was somehow more certain of her upcoming success than she had ever been, even when riding along the white-tipped crest of good luck and fortune.
Her elated smile broadened.
"Great."
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A/N: :ducks: Don't hurt me, please. :sweatdrop: I know people are getting impatient, but, trust me, I've actually got this planned out. It's one chapter on each to introduce them, one chapter on each for the asking/accepting, and then one chapter on each pairing for the actual dancing. Plus one more to tie it all up. :sweatdrops again: What? There were a set number of lines in the part of the song I wanted to use, and this was the only way I could get it to fit... Just wait for RuxTint, then you can watch the dancing bit... :shifty eyes:
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Harbinger Loki: n-n Glad you guys liked it. :snickers at the thought of Thats and Kitchel reading that chapter:
Sarehptar: :sweatdrop: Short chapters? Yes... Sorry about that!
Capella: Glad you thought it was nice. Yes... I normally get a chocolate advent calender, but I couldn't get my hands on one this year. :pouts: Oh, sweet. Your winter break started at the same time as mine!
Hououza: Really? Wow... Must remember to mention my birthday around here... Didn't realize so many people would actually remember!
Elfin Kagome: A Dragon Knights... What?! Wow! :interested: How are you going to do that?? Will you be filming yourselves, or will you actually be drawing everything? Will you be drawing from the books, taking panels and stuff and then adding in the movements inbetween individual panels? Or will you be doing it in your own style? The style changes during the books... Will you be doing that too? Or will you be sticking with just one? I'd recomend Books 11 and 12, just because those look the best, I think. Unless there's a certian era of DK that you can draw better, then go for that. HOW will you be drawing it? Plain pencil and paper, or computor stuff? How will you figure out what color everything's supposed to be? Or will you just leave it in black and white? What about the sound effects? Will you be recording them straight onto the tape, or getting them on a cassette or something and then playing them over? And what about background music? I don't think you should put a song behind everything, but some parts I think music would go nicely. Like, "Vindicated" works really well for that scene where Rath and Dark Cesia are fighting in Book Seven, starting from "You've got to be kidding me", all the way until Cesia's "I don't like you. I hate you. So go ahead and live life all you want." It's just the right length to get in all the fighting bits, and sounds appropriate, too. Hey, how are you going to get all the different voices? I mean, you can't just have two(or three) people doing ALL the different voices, because that would just be corney. You need at LEAST a dozen. You going to recruit people from your school? Or post an ad somewhere? If you do that, you might not be able to contact everyone in person, so you'll need to get their mailing address and send them a script of their lines and tell them to send you back a recording of them... Which reminds me... Are you going to do it straight from the books, or do a made up script? And if it's from the books, are you doing all of them? And all the scenes? Including the random bits like the "Dragon Knights: Dragon Corps" bit? Because that would be AWESOME. How will you decide who "plays" what part? I guess you'll just have them read off lines, right? Tell me more!! :has been planning this out for far too long: If you need scripts from the books, I've got all of one to eleven typed out! D
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