A/N: Sorry if anyone thought I was a bit odd by saying I would only update when I got so may reviews. That's not true. I love writing. I write for the sake of writing. I just enjoy reviews.

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Demented Hamster – Kel will not slap Dom. Well… she might… Dom will not kill Kel. Dom will not then kill himself out of guilt. That's not the way things run around here. I wrote the story, so I depict the plot. You do not. And I know for a fact you will not comit suicide. You're way too much of a coward.

Cinderella said to snow white
How does love get so off course
All I wanted was a white knight
With a good heart, soft touch, fast horse
Ride me off into the sunset
Baby I'm forever yours

It's the way you love me
It's a feeling like this
It's centrifugal motion
It's perpetual bliss
It's that pivotal moment
It's, ah, impossible
This kiss, this kiss
Unstoppable
This kiss, this kiss

Faith Hill, This Kiss

Midnight Unusualities

All I wanted was a White Knight…

The next morning, Kel entered the mess hall only to be confronted with a shocking sight. It was silent. There was a kind of depressing gloominess that hung over the whole of the room. She couldn't figure it out.

Shaking her head to rid herself of those oppressing thoughts, assuring herself that everything was alright, lining up behind a line of droopy-shouldered squires and knights alike.

When she had received an ample bowl of oatmeal, she looked around the mess hall for a while before noticing Neal sitting gloomily at one of the oak tables.

Letting a smile break out over her face, Kel rushed over to where her best friend was sitting. "Hey, Neal!" She exclaimed happily, giving him a quick, one-armed hug around the shoulders. "Good morning!"

"What's good about it?" he asked as she slid onto the chair opposite him.

Kel frowned. Sue, Neal was sarcastic, but she'd never seen him actually upset. He normally said the same thing ('what's good about it?') every morning, but this morning his voice held a kind of self-pitying loneliness in it. He sounded so helpless hat Kel felt an involuntary pull at her heart. It pained her to see Neal in this state.

"Neal," she murmured, placing a scarred hand on top of his smooth one. "Talk to me, Neal. What's wrong?"

Neal still wouldn't look at her. Kel frowned. He could be so stubborn sometimes!

"Look at me, Neal!" Now she'd snapped. That wouldn't do much good. Why couldn't she be kind for once? This whoe Dom thing was really shaking her up.

"No," Neal's voice was hollow and expressionless.

Kel drew back like she had been slapped. Neal never spoke to her like that! What had gotten into him?

"Just go away, Kel," Neal sighed. He really couldn't be bothered to speak to the reason why he had got beaten up, even if she was his best friend.

In a way, it was like one of those male quarrels where they both loved the same woman except… Neal didn't love Kel. He had Yuki.

Neal was just… defending Kel. Yes, defending his best friend.

"What is it, Neal?" she screamed, ignoring the fact that she was arousing most of the attention from other tables to herself. "Is there something wrong with me? Why can't you look at me?"

Neal sighed. Did she never give in? he really didn't want to look at her.

"Look at me, Neal," she whispered, her voice softening. "I want to know what's happened. I'm your best friend, remember? We're meant to tell each other everything."

Slowly, so slowly so it could have looked as if he wasn't doing anything, Neal raised his head.

Kel gasped when she saw the state he was in.

Neal's face was red and puffy. He had a large, hand-shaped bruise covering one cheek and a huge gash down one side of his face. Kel wondered why he hadn't healed himself.

Quite frankly, Neal looked awful. He must have been beaten up really badly. There was no other way he could have got those injuries. Unless he had been wrestling. But Neal didn't like wrestling.

Kel scowled. How had Neal got those? There was no other way that he could have got them but from being in a fight. Kel wondered how he could have gotten in a fight. Neal didn't have any enemies… as far as Kel knew.

"Where did you get these from?" She asked angrily. "Who dd you get into a fight with, Neal? And may the Goddess help you if you lie to me!"

Neal muttered something so quietly, Kel couldn't hear.

She leant in closer. "Say that again, Neal."

Neal spoke a little louder. "It was… Dom."

Kel's mouth opened with shock. Her pupils dilated and she started to blink madly. "D-Dom?" she managed to stutter, yet her voice was still emitted as a squeak.

Neal nodded sullenly. He didn't want to have to talk about it. Especially not to the object of his cousin's affection.

"Right," Neal was surprised to hear Kel's voice come out as a snarl. His head jerked up as he looked her straight in the eye, giving her yet another wonderful view of the bruises and cuts that Dom had inflicted on him. "That's it."

"What's it, Kel? What's what?" Neal looked confused.

Kel noted how cute Neal looked when he was confused. Much like Dom.

"Nothing," she sighed, then returned her eyes to the slits they had been a moment before. "But Dom… I never expected him to do something like this!" she fumed. "How shallow he must be! He hit you! Goddess! I swear by the Great Mother and Mithros, he will pay for this!"

Before Neal could utter another word, let alone start to explain that he had stared the fight, or even start to say how he had inflicted about as much pain on Dom as Dom had on he, Kel had strode out of the mess hall, anger written all over her face.

Behind her she had left a bowl of steaming porridge…

Only half eaten.

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Dom was sitting perfectly happily (Well, maybe not perfectly) in his rooms, carefully tending to his wounds he had acquired the day before.

Blasted Nealan.

Idiot cousin.

Suddenly, there was an angry banging on the door. Dom frowned. Why were they so anxious? Couldn't they see he was busy?

Dropping the thin, gauzy material he was trying to use to soak up the blood that was still appearing sluggishly from the wound on his jaw, Dom stood quickly and strode over to the door.

Pulling it open quickly, he frowned nastily at the person standing there, not really comprehending who they were.

When he noticed who was really stood there, Dom allowed his jaw to go slack.

"Hello, Dom," she stated coolly, her eyes flickering to the rising sun of a bruise on one of his eyes. When she noticed the long gash down the side of his face, marring his handsome features, she simply frowned. "May I come in?"

So dumfounded by who was stood outside his door, Dom simply nodded. He couldn't think of anything more… witty. In a totally sarcastic way, of course.

"Right," she still sounded icy, but she held an edge of uncertainty to hr uncaring, and cold demeanour.

She walked into his room, and perched herself on the end of the bed. Dom thought she didn't really see the suggestive reason behind that action. Well, at least he hoped she didn't.

"So, Kel," he managed to spit out after a moment of uncomfortable silence. "Why are you here?"

"To do this," and, without further ado, Kel stood and took one pace up to Dom and punched him squarely in the stomach.

Dom coughed then recovered. What did she think she was playing at? Kel's punches were nothing to laugh at. All that training in the Yamani Islands had really paid off.

Before Kel could punch him again, Dom had grabbed hold of her fist and kicked Kel in the shins, hard. He was rather surprised to feel a kind of savage pleasure at the pain he was inflicting on her.

Kel hurt him.

He hurt Kel.

And so the circle went on…

Dom slapped Kel across the face. She gasped and rubbed her cheek, before kneeing Dom directly in the groin.

While he gasped in pain, she moved away from him, stroking her stinging cheek.

The red handprint spreading across one cheek only seemed to emphasise the anger glittering in her hazel green eyes.

"You," she hissed, "will pay for that."

She moved closer to him, but he stopped her.

Then quickly, he pushed his lips against her for one long, bruising kiss.

When she managed to pull away, her lips were swollen, and her eyes were large. "Dom…" she whispered, trying to find the right words to say.

Then her anger resurfaced.

"You bastard!" she yelled. "What did you think you were doing? You…"

So she punched him again. And Dom did his best to try and defend himself. It didn't really work.

Again, a few minutes later, Dom pulled Kel roughly to him and kissed her hard again.

Then, without waiting to see what Kel's reaction would be, Dom dragged her over to the bed, and straddled her mercilessly.

While Kel glared, Dom looked down at her with something in his eyes that she couldn't fathom. His eyes were dark, darker than she'd ever seen them before. They were filled with pain, and anger and… lust. For her.

Dom leaned down and pressed light kisses down her jawbone. She wriggled, still angry with the man on top of her. He was hopeless. Yet, strangely enough, she didn't mind. In a completely sarcastic way, of course.

Dom pushed his hands up her shirt to cup her breasts, applying pressure to them that he was doing nowhere else on her body.

Withdrawing his hands after he had kissed her thoroughly, Dom began to undo the top buttons of her shirt with his deft fingers.

He worked quickly and skilfully, making easy work of the thin covering of material over Kel's breastband.

Dom gazed down adoringly on her near-naked form. He lowered his mouth, kissing every available piece of skin that was revealed to him from the confines of her shirt.

When he raised his head again, she was scowling, her eyes blistering pools of fire. Her distress, she supposed, only made him grin wider.

He moved his lips down again, kissing her flat stomach, spreading trails of soft kisses across the smooth skin. He slowly nuzzled her hipbone, then, to Kel's shock, began to nip gently at the skin below her jaw.

Pushing Dom away, Kel suddenly felt very cold without his body on top of her to warm him. She pulled her shirt around her, doing up the buttons before Dom saw more than he had before. And she didn't want that.

"This doesn't change anything," she snapped at him.

Dom looked imploringly at her and gazed up at her with the eyes of a beaten puppy. Then she really saw him.

"I'm sorry," she sighed. "I didn't mean to be so edgy."

Without another word she pulled herself up from the bed, leaving a dent in the otherwise perfect sheets.

Moving to the door, she leaned on the door frame, giving one last look back at Dom. "I hate you," she told him softly. "I really, really hate you."

And with that she exited.

"I know," Dom breathed at the door, left ajar, the only reminder that Kel had ben in his rooms.

Apart from the dent in the bed.

Two significant reminders.

How he hated her.

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A/N: whimpers Don't kill me! Please!

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The longest chapter I've written yet! 16 pages on Word! Go me! I hope everyone liked the last chapter! By the way, RANDOM FACT OF THE DAY: Somehow, my mum got access to this story, read a few chapters, then blatantly asked me why I was writing pornography. I had no answer. Unfortunately.

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