Disclaimer: You know? I don't feel like saying this today. I think I'll make Zoma do it, just for old times sake. :pushes Zoma out on stage:

Zoma: H-huh! Wh-what? Oh... Um... Ally-chan does not own "Dragon Knights". Th-that means that she doesn't own Rath, Thats, Rune, Tintlett, Cesia, Kitchel, or any of the other characters who may be spotted dancing in the background.

:coughs: Dragon Fighters rule:coughs:

Zoma: ...Um, yeah. Oh! And she doesn't own me.

Very good, Zoma. :Pulls him off stage and gives him a cookie- Powerbar. Gives him a Powerbar.:

Warning: Hmm. This is Tintlett's official chapter, so there won't be any swearing, sexual implications, nudity, drug use, or violence. Nothing, then, besides the usual weird writing style. :D Oh. And fluff. nn

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:'Til the last song played:

The sand ticked away.

A large clock, hanging on the gym wall, slowly recorded the history of time playing out before it. Its dulled black rim and dirty white center supported the eleven numbers (the fourth had come unglued) pulled back in a dance of their own through it's center.

A minute gone.

Its only color, a spark of crimson red, now barely visable in the poor light, darted through the larger polar shades.

The second hand moved forward another moment, marking off the past, watching the present, never quite catching up to what was to come.

There was glance of hand on hand, a tugging step backwards.

Another minute brushed by, and a young couple situated themselves on the dance floor.

Awkwardly stepping around the others already gathered, Rune found himself being led, gently tugged, onwards. He followed willingly, a dream-like daze still settling over him.

Tinlett stopped.

They now stood in a small opening, barely wide enough to allow the two access. A skipped beat, and the dynamics rose, the now endless melody rising higher.

She gave a soft, still nervious, smile.

And he bowed in return, his hand shifting underneath hers, and raised the back of her palm to his mouth in a mere brush of lips on flesh.

She almost laughed at this daring show of chivalry, but satisfied herself with retrieving her hand from his touch, forcing him back upright. Stepping closer in the imagined spotlight, her heart winged upwards.

A brief shuffle of limbs, and Tintlett made another move, smoothly reaching up and placing her steady hands on his shoulders, grasping them lightly.

A flutter in the sands of time, and his hands were touching her waist.

Another glimpse, and they had caught up to the soft, lulling beat of music, mimicing the so many students around them.

Moving slightly to the soft tune, Tintlett found a small part of her mind whispering of ballroom dances and fancy steps, not this childish arythmic swaying. She silenced it, telling it that there would be time for that.

Later.

There would always be time.

Another moment was recorded, another couple blushed, another spoke in lighthearted tones, another left the dance floor for the realtive privacy of the outside air.

But they stayed, their private hourglass paused in the act of shifting sand from one minute to the next. Peculiar white grains, so soft, lay in midair around them: Captured.

And perhaps it was just the dust, flitting through the moon beams and light beams of neon brightness, but she felt a weight lift off of her, her already light heart loosing the rest of its burdens. A soundless, numberless, timeless dream seemed set into motion.

Ironic, as motion had lost it's meaning.

Tintlett felt her lips curve up into a soft smile of their own accord, felt her form move closer to his, felt her arms bend and slide further up his neck to hold him softly against her body.

Felt the heat rise to his cheeks, and felt his hands in turn pull her closer.

And she watched as the sand glittered around them, keeping watch over one last minute in their fragile hourglass.

Tick.

A crimson streak moved across the luminesent shimmer, and pearly-white star flakes began once more to drift to the ground.

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Oh! And before any one makes any comments... I'd like to draw your attention to what Tintlett brings up. This is NOT a formal prom of any sorts. This story is simply about one of those school dances... You know, those things you go to with your friends (and possibly dates), but that don't recieve the sort of attention or significance as an actual prom. I believe I got comments on that before, so I just wanted to clarify.

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Yokai Cesia(And Chi): Yup. n-n I know... I thought it would be in this chapter or later...

Hououza: o-o :GLOMPS: You! You are the bestower of the 92nd review! That means this fic now has the most reviews out of any of mine:realized this while "studying" for math exam: You... I need to give you something... I've been waiting for this day for a long time... :gives Mr. Death Die: Yay! And... :eeps: Calc! Take a peek at my bio... I won't be doing Calculus for a VERY long time. :ever, if I can get away with it:

Knowwii: nn It's you! I love your little kitty ears on Gaia, btw.

Yume-chan(insaneoveranime): Ah, thanks for the explanation... Always nice to know when someone's name has changed... Why the change, though, may I ask? Not that I don't like it... :thinks it's very cute: XD Yes, yes... Very true.

The Shadowess:blinks: Thanks for telling me that. Not Alfeegi, then... Nor Metatuara... As he is one of the few characters that really piss me off. :mutters: Stupid butterfly. I ended up using Kharl and Heero Yuy. I love them now. :hugs:

Capella-;; I forced myself to wake up from a LOTR with Spanish subtitles and Spanish textbook cramming induced slumber(Spanish books... The nicest pillows out of all the textbooks out there... Very nice and soft... Don't even ASK about the messed up dreams I was having from that LOTR/Spanish binge, though. .;;; ), went to go check my e-mail, and found that review. Thank you! ...Faerie wings? I bet you do. non Nah, when I recieved this, it was still tuesday... Math test was on friday... Yes, go Tintlett! And that sig is still my favorite! xD

Sarehptar: n-n They are cute, aren't they? And now that I have Book 18, I can marvel at Tintlett's openminded-ness.

Charna: Haha... New semester... New teachers and subjects! And I just got my classes for next year scheduled! I'm gonna be taking ART:happy about that:

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. That was short. :nervious laugh: So sorry, and I promise that the next thing I update will DEFINATLY be Fame and Fortune... :sweatdrop: Geez, it's been, what, four months now? nn;

So... Review?