Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Knights. I don't even own me! But I do own Kara (my OC)!
Hi! I'm coca-cola addict, call me pepsi.
This story is a bit different, I just came up with it one day and it started to grow on its own. People probably won't like it but that's not really my problem because since you don't know my real identity, you can't stone me. There will probably be some crossover with a couple other animes later on and there are a few OCs, so bear with me. There are also going to be my favoritecouples (Rath/Cesia, Thatz/Kitchel, Rune/Tintlet, and Lim Kaana/Fedelta)!If you do enjoy it, then that's great. If you hadn't all ready guessed from that ramble, I'm very insecure. But anyway read on!
Cesia stepped into the crowded airport terminal and took a deep breath.
"Cesia, where are they?" her little brother Zoma asked from her side. "I don't know," she said apprehensively as she searched the terminal for any sign of their cousins. Recently, she and Zoma had been told they were being sent to live with their cousins. The oldest was just about to graduate college, one was in high school, and the youngest was in middle school. But since they had never really met she didn't know what to look for.
"Kitchel! Kara! Wait up!" came a frantic voice from somewhere to Cesia and Zoma's right.
"You should hurry up Ringleys!" came another voice from the same direction.
"Oh just leave him alone Kitchel," said another disembodied voice.
Cesia and Zoma turned to their right and saw three figures. The tallest had long purple hair and glittering black eyes. She was dressed casually in a loose black jacket, natural floral and lace tanktop, and light wash jeans. The second figure had short carnation pink hair and jade eyes. She was even more casually dressed than the first girl in a black tanktop and denim shorts; some of her hair was brushed to the side and held back with a scrunchie. The third, final, and shortest figure was a boy with spiky black green hair and gold eyes like Cesia's and Zoma's. He was wearing light wash jeans that were probably too long for him judging by the fact that they were rolled up at the ends with a matching jean jacket and a light blue t-shirt with a small rip in the neckline that was held together with two strips of yellow cotton. There seemed something familiar about them to Cesia.
She gathered up her courage, approached the group with Zoma in tow and said to the purple haired girl, "Excuse me, do you know Kara Mikkusu?"
Kara jumped at the sound and looked at a girl with long wavy black hair with red bangs and gold eyes. She was wearing a white poet's shirt with lacing on the bodice and sleeves and tailored black pants. Standing just behind her was a young boy about Ringleys's age with messy purple hair and matching gold eyes. He wore a white long sleeve shirt and dark wash jeans.
"Cesia? Cesia and Zoma Youkai?" she asked expectantly.
"Yes, that's us," Cesia answered.
Cesia didn't expect what came next. Both girls hugged her tightly and started talking in a rush.
"We're your cousins! I'm Kara, this is Kitchel, and this is Ringleys!" said the purple haired girl/Kara.
"We've wanted to meet you for so long! You need help with your bags?" asked the pink haired girl/Kitchel.
"Now that we've found you, let's get going!" exclaimed the boy/Ringleys.
Cesia's head spun. She hadn't expected such a warm welcome from people she had never met before! One look at Zoma told her he felt the same way.
An hour later they were seated around the dining room table.
"So, I was told you were about to graduate college Kara. What's your major?"
Cesia asked.
"Psychology and secondary education," Kara answered.
"She's going to be a psychology teacher, if you can believe it," said Kitchel rolling her eyes.
"What can I say? It comes from growing up around psychos like you guys," said Kara with an innocent shrug.
Cesia laughed. They had only just met, but she all ready liked Kara and Kitchel. Zoma and Ringleys had bonded as well and were currently playing video games in the living room. Zoma had nearly jumped through the roof in excitement when he learned that Ringleys was a RPG phanatic too.
"You're going to be going to my high school and Zoma will go to Ringleys's middle school," said Kitchel cheerfully when Cesia asked about where she would be going to school, "I can't wait to introduce you to Tintlet and Lim, they're my best friends. And I can all ready tell that you'll fit right in," she said with a giggle.
"Oh, that reminds me!" exclaimed Kara, "Some friends of mine are going to throw a 'Welcome!' party for you and Zoma, Cesia, and they said it would be okay if you invited Tintlet and her sisters, Kitchel."
"You're kidding right?" asked Kitchel, "they've all ready invited so many people!"
"I believe Raseleane's words were 'the more the merrier'. Typical Raseleane really," Kara responded with a trademark shrug, "Anyway, it's about time we all got to bed. Big day tomorrow what with that party and all, besides you two travelers must be really tired. Hear that Ringleys!" Kara shouted the last part.
"Yeah, yeah, we're turning off the PS2 now," came Ringleys begrudged voice from the living room.
"Good," said Kara, "See you all in the morning." And with that Kara waved over her shoulder and headed upstairs to her room.
"Come on Zoma!" said Ringleys, "you're bunking with me!" The boys ran up the stairs and slammed the door to Ringleys's room.
"Well come on Cesia, you're sharing a room with me," said Kitchel with a smile. She turned off the kitchen and living room lights and led Cesia upstairs.
As soon as Cesia's head hit the pillow, she was out. She didn't even change. She hadn't even realized how tired she was.
-
Raseleane Deus hummed as she went about her morning chores. She was so excited! Today they would meet Kara's cousins!
"Rath, dear, time to get up!" she called into her foster son's room. She hadn't expected an answer and didn't get one.
But nevertheless, Rath appeared in the kitchen 15 minutes later while Raseleane was going through her guest list.
"Let's see, I hope I invited enough people! Kara, her sister, her brother, and her cousins are coming of course. So are Ruwalk and Cernozura with Pyore, Alfeegi, Tetheus and his brothers and sister, Rath's friends, the neighbors, and then a friend of Kara's sister…" Raseleane listed to herself.
"I think a lack of guests isn't really a problem," said Rath sweatdropping.
"Oh, morning Rath dear! Did you sleep well?"
"Yeah," said Rath. He wasn't much of a talker.
Rath turned at the sound of a yawn on the stairs.
"What's all the fuss?" asked Kai-Stern Ryu sitting down next to Rath at the counter top.
Kai-Stern was a friend of Rath's foster father, Lykouleon. He was in college studying entreprenuership so he could start his own bar but a fire in his dorm had forced him to move out. Lykouleon and Raseleane had been there to lend a helping hand and invited him to stay at their house. Kai-Stern had, however, insisted on paying rent. But above all that, Kai-Stern was the only person in this house who didn't drive Rath completely and totally crazy. He had short white blonde hair and light red eyes. This morning he was wearing a white t-shirt and black jeans.
"Hey, Rath," he greeted Rath with a wink.
"Hey, Kai-Stern," Rath responded with a smile.
Raseleane smiled and happily went about preparing breakfast. Her long, swirling black hair reached below her waist, her blue eyes sparkled, and she smelled faintly of roses. No wonder Lykouleon hadn't waited to marry her, Rath thought. But despite all that, Rath really didn't think he wanted a relationship like Lykouleon and Raseleane's, they got along too well. He had told Kai-Stern so once. Kai-Stern had laughed and agreed but said that it worked for Lykouleon and Raseleane so why complain.
Lykouleon himself was the next to come down the stairs. He had wild blonde hair that spiked out all over his hair and blue grey eyes that seemed kind but also as though they could see people's souls. Rath shivered, Lykouleon, nice as he was, always creeped him out a little bit.
"Morning," Lykouleon greeted everyone.
"Good morning!" said Raseleane with her big smile.
"Mornin'" said Kai-Stern absentmindedly from behind his textbook.
"I'm gonna go get dressed," said Rath and he hastily retreated from the sunny kitchen to his much more comfortably shadowy room upstairs. He closed the door and flung himself down on his back. He had nothing to do so he figured he might as well do what he said he was going to do and get dressed. He pulled a heather gray t-shirt and baggy black pants out of the tangle of clothes in his open dresser drawer and then pulled them on. He took a look at himself in the mirror. He had short black hair with a lock of white hair on one side of his bangs and red eyes.
All of a sudden an idea came into his head, he pulled on his black combat boots, ran downstairs, announced he was going to visit his friend Thatz, and ran out the door before anyone could say anything.
-
Beep, beep, screeeech came the whine of Tetheus's dying alarm clock. Tetheus Black's fist slammed down crushing the all ready doomed alarm clock. He would have to remember to stop doing that. He dressed in his usual black long sleeved shirt and pants and went downstairs. Even halfway down the stairs he could hear his younger brother and sister bickering. His twin younger brother and sister, Shydeman and Shyrendora were yelling at each other in the kitchen, the island in between them. They both had long white hair (respectively different lengths of long seeing as one was a boy and one was a girl), cold, violet eyes, and several blue tattoos on their faces. Shydeman's best friend Fedelta was sitting at the end of the island facing the stairs, his head propped on his arm looking bored. Fedelta had dark red hair and smokey gray eyes. Shydeman, Shyrendora, and Fedelta were unmistakable goths. Tetheus didn't even bother to ask what had gotten the high school Juniors so upset. Instead he flopped into a chair in the living room seeing as his other brother, Laamgarnas, was stretched out on the couch, asleep. He could sleep through anything. Laamgarnas had dark gray and black hair and was also dressed in mostly black. Yes, the Blacks liked to dress in black.
Tetheus pulled a textbook out of his bag, slicked back his short, black hair with one hand, and trained his crimson eyes on the pages of the handbook on the basics of being a policeman he had been assigned. It didn't surprise many people that this tall, silent, obviously strong man was going to be a cop.
"Tetheus!" shrieked two voices simultaneously.
Tetheus looked up to see Shydeman and Shyrendora storming towards him. "Yes?" he asked in his deep, monotone voice.
"I'm not going!" both twins said at once then glared at each other. Tetheus immediately decided he wanted no part of whatever was coming.
"Not going to what?" Tetheus asked.
"To that party!" screamed Shyrendora.
"You see, Fedelta's got tickets to a concert that we'd rather go to," said Shydeman diplomatically. He wasn't as bipolar as Shyrendora…usually.
"Fine," said Tetheus before returning to his textbook.
"Um, o-okay," stuttered Shydeman.
"You're agreeing? Just like that?" asked an incredulous Shyrendora.
"Sure," said Tetheus, "They're my friends after all, not yours. And as long as I bring Laam, Raseleane will be happy."
"But…" Shyrendora started to ask another question but Shydeman cut her off by dragging her out of the room back to the kitchen where Fedelta was waiting.
Laamgarnas continued to snore on the couch.
-
Rath walked along the well cared for suburban street until he came to Thatz's house. He knocked on the door and waited for someone to answer.
"Hello? Oh, hi Rath," said Thatz's sister when she opened the door.
"Hey Silk, is Thatz there?" Rath asked.
Thatz's stepsister Silk was a year older than Rath and Thatz and was a Junior in high school. She had long blonde hair and grey eyes. She was wearing a true blue antique floral top and khakis.
"No, I'm afraid he's over at Rune's. You could try there if you really have to talk to him," Silk said.
"Thanks," said Rath and headed to Rune's.
Silk closed the door, then went back to her room. She went back to the homework she was doing and tried to put thoughts of going to Rune's too out of her mind. Not that she wanted to go for Rath, Rune, or even Thatz's sake.
-
Rath, after walking several more blocks, arrived at Rune Fee's house. Just as he was about to knock on the door, he heard a bloodcurdling scream followed by a dangerous voice screaming "NOHIRO!".
"I SWEAR IT WASN'T ME DELTE!" came a frightened yell from inside the house. Next came the inevitable sound of breaking furniture, this time followed by another yelling voice.
"NOHIRO, WHAT DID YOU DO! AND DELTE DON'T BREAK CHAIRS!"
"LIKE YOU'RE ONE TO TALK!" came a girl's voice.
Rath sighed, even if he did knock, it would be impropable that anyone would hear him, so instead he opened the door a crack and stuck his head inside. "Is anyone being seriously mutilated or can I come in?" he asked innocently.
"Oh, hey Rath," said Thatz from his perch on the stairs, "Come on in. This could take a while."
Rath entered the house, carefully shutting the door behind him and sat down next to Thatz. Thatz looked about the same as he did every day. He had short green hair, several interesting scars such as a slash across his face and 'x' scars on his legs, arms, and cheek. He wore a dark blue sleeveless t-shirt and earthy tan Bermuda shorts. As usual, he was eating; right now he was eating a candy bar. Rath was eternally amazed at how much food Thatz could eat.
"So what happened?" Rath asked surveying the scene in front of them.
"I'm not quite sure. Delte just came downstairs yelling at Nohiro for something, and well she broke a chair and Rune jumped into the fray yelling about costs. Oh look, Rune's got a chair now," Thatz commented.
Indeed, Rune did have a chair, raised and ready to inflict some serious damage.
"Who's your money on?" Thatz asked.
"No contest, Rune," Rath responded.
"I'm partial to Delte personally," said Thatz, "Whatever happened has got her super steamed and she can be just as dangerous as Rune when she wants to be."
Rath shrugged. He wouldn't put it past either Rune or Delte to emerge the victor. Poor Nohiro, on the other hand, had no chance. He just wasn't as violent as his siblings.
You wouldn't think just by looking at this family that they harbored such a violent streak, but they did. Rune was often mistaken for a girl with his long blonde hair and blue eyes. And he did sort of look like one, even though he was wearing a relatively loose white shirt with a blue denim vest and black pants. Delte was a Freshman in high school, making her a year younger than Rath, Thatz, and Rune and two years younger than Nohiro who was a Junior. She had almost shoulder length curly light brown hair and blue eyes. Today she was wearing a white, velour flashdance sweater, coffee wash jeans, and jumbles of silver stars as earrings. Nohiro was the oldest and was currently cowering in a corner while Delte and Rune fought it out. He had short black hair and always wore a white headband. Today he was dressed in a black sweatshirt and faded dark rinse jeans.
"So, you're mom's having a party tonight right?"
"Yeah," said Rath not bothering to point out that Raseleane was actually his foster mom. No one really paid much attention to the fact that he was a foster child except him; it was their way of comforting him. Needless to say, the technique didn't work and Rath resented the fact that they couldn't just spare him pity period. "One of their friends has cousins moving in with them and it's sort of like a welcome party."
"You know the people moving in?"
"No, I don't think Kara or Kitchel have even met them before."
"Funny, 'Chel didn't mention anything about having people coming to stay."
"I don't really think the topic would come up in one of your arguments."
Thatz shrugged and laughed. He and Kitchel had been enemies for years. Around Freshman year it had turned into more of a friendly rivalry though.
It was then that Nohiro noticed Rath and Thatz on the stairs. Grabbing the chance he yelled at Rune, "Rune! Your friends are here!"
"Huh?" asked Rune, "Oh, hi Rath. When did you get here? How did you get in? Haven't you ever heard of knocking?"
"Thatz let me in, and I did knock. You just couldn't hear me because you were chasing people around with chairs again." Rath said cheerfully.
"Well I can't just let Delte break things!" Rune said, getting defensive.
"You're not making such a great example when you break things," muttered Delte.
"What happened anyway? What did Nohiro do?" asked Thatz nodding toward Nohiro curled into a ball in the corner of the room.
"He went through my room hunting for his stupid books! Again! He even went through my…" Delte broke off suddenly, turned scarlet, and didn't finish.
"I didn't see anything!" Nohiro insisted.
"I don't have time for this!" yelled Rune, getting pissed off again, "I'm going for a walk!"
Rune pulled on his coat, went outside, and slammed the door.
Rune came back in, threw his coat in the closet, and muttered, "It's 60 degrees out, I don't need a coat!" before heading back outside.
Rath and Thatz followed, waving goodbye to Delte and Nohiro.
"It's all your fault," Delte hissed glaring at Nohiro after the door closed for the third time.
If looks could kill, Nohiro would be dead. In fact, he could've sworn his heart missed a beat from sheer fear.
-
Tintlet hung up the phone, a big smile on her face. She had just gotten off the phone with her best friend Kitchel.
"Shian! Miyabi! Hanakusuku! Come down here for a minute!" she called up the stairs to her sisters.
"Why?" came Shian's voice.
"I have news!" Tintlet shouted back, "Good news!"
That was all it took. Tintlet stepped out of the way as a stampede of feet pounded on the stairs and her klutzy sisters spilled onto the entry way floor. Each of the triplets struggled up, Miyabi using Shian's arm.
Tintlet looked her younger sisters over, all three were in the eigth grade, and despite being triplets looked quite different from each other. They were all roughly the same height, but they all had different hair and eye colors. Shian had long electric blue hair she kept pulled back in a low ponytail except for her rogue bangs which framed her face and dark blue eyes. She wore a dark rinse denim halter top and black capris. Miyabi had long, thick red hair and dark brown eyes. She wore a black halter top and white mini skirt. Hanakusuku looked the most like her older sister, with her short wavy blonde hair and light blue eyes. She wore a white tee with splits in the sleeves and a floaty light purple mini skirt.
Tintlet had long swirling blonde hair that almost reached her waist and brilliant blue eyes not quite as light as Hanakusuku's or as dark as Shian's. She was wearing a white spaghetti strap tanktop and light blue silk skirt.
"Well?" asked Shian in the perturbed way which meant she was really curious.
Tintlet straightened, cleared her throat, and said, "I just got a call from Kitchel. A friend of her sister is throwing a party to welcome some cousins that have come to stay with them. And the hostess has extended an invitation to us."
"A party!" squeaked Miyabi.
"Yeah!" shrieked Hanakusuku.
Shian couldn't even speak (for once) she was so excited.
-
"Gil,"
Gil jumped at the sound of his name. He looked up at his father, Barl.
"Yeah?"
"I have to work late tonight. Will you please take Fiji to the neighbor's party?"
"Sure. You've been working late a lot lately,"
"I won't lie to you, Gil. We need the money. Fiji's going to need braces in a few years and you're in college. We could use some extra cash."
"I know," Gil sighed heavily, "But I'll take Fiji tonight, so don't worry."
"Thank you," said Barl heading to his room for a nap before he went back to work for the night.
Gil looked back at his text book and sighed again. Maybe he should just find a job someplace. But Barl would never go for that.
-
Reema Reel struggled to open the door and hold on to an overflowing bag of groceries. The young woman was petite, to say the least. Most of her long jet black hair was held back, her long bleached white bangs framing her small features which were overpowered by her big, blue eyes.
"Lim Kaana!" she yelled up the stairs, "Will you come down and help me with these groceries?"
Feet pounded and a small, yet tough young girl barrelled down the stairs, stopping just before she could bowl over her aunt.
Lim Kaana had short light brown hair and pinkish purple eyes. She wore a black spaghetti strap tanktop, black vest, skirt of lacy white ruffles with a black overskirt belted over it. Lim made all her own clothes.
"Hi. So you went grocery shopping?" Lim Kaana asked in one breath as was her usual manner, while relieving her aunt of her paper bag stuffed with food.
"We needed it. Bierrez eats like a pig,"
"He's not that bad. A friend of Kitchel's eats way more than that!"
"Really? Is that humanly possible?"
"I'm not sure,"
Reema and Lim fell into silence. It was a usual occurrence. It happened several times a day since Reema had first taken in her dead sister's kids, Bierrez and Lim Kaana.
"So, what are you up to tonight?" Reema asked, restarting the stalled conversation.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you're in high school, it's a Saturday night, and you usually do something with your friends."
"Not tonight. Tintlet, Kitchel, Rune, and everybody are going to a party Rath's mom is throwing. I was invited but I didn't feel like going."
"Why? Is it because of Rune?"
"Maybe," said Lim, closing up a little bit. Reema had known that Lim Kaana had had quite a crush on her friend Rune. But, last month Lim had finally managed to accept that Rune would always love her best friend Tintlet. Lim hadn't wanted to jeopardize her friendships with either of them so she had been slowly trying to recover. However that recovery involved her distancing herself from social activities for a while.
Secretly Reema was very proud of her normally hot-tempered niece. In this one case, Lim had thought seriously enough about her situation and had followed through with her decision.
I just want her to be happy, Reema thought looking at Lim sadly. After all she had been through with her mother's death, she deserved it.
-
Fedelta waved goodbye to Shydeman and Shyrendora before leaving the Black's house. But he wasn't heading home, not yet. He had one more ticket to tonight's concert.
He had told Shydeman his plan and he had agreed it was a good idea. Neither boy had told Shyrendora however, she would probably flip. And whichever way she flipped, positive or negative, she would be unbearable.
Halfway to his destination he decided it would be better not to think. Maybe it was because of that decision that he was vaguely surprised when he reached the house. On the outside, nothing much distinguished it from the other houses on the block. What differentiated this place for Fedelta was the person who lived inside.
He walked up to the door and knocked.
In a few seconds it was opened. Fedelta had to look down to see the opener. He smirked as smokey gray eyes met pinkish purple ones.
"What do you want?" asked Lim Kaana looking up, desperately trying to hide her surprise.
"Well, well, nice to see you're as rude as ever," said Fedelta boredly, still smirking. Every time he talked to Lim, it was surprising how easy it was.
"Like you're one to talk," snorted Lim Kaana.
"Now Lim, I was nice enough to come and see if you were interested to going to a concert tonight. But seeing as you don't seem too enthused about it, I'll be on my way." Fedelta turned to head back down the drive way, but was yanked back by a surprisingly strong hand and he was looking down at Lim again.
"Really?" she asked, not totally believing him but curious nonetheless.
"Yep,"
"…I'll go…"
"I'll pick you up at seven then," Fedelta said, leaning in and smirking once again, effectively cutting off whatever else she would say.
Lim Kaana pulled back stunned. Fedelta suppressed the urge to laugh and began walking down the drive way again.
This time Lim didn't pull him back, she merely shouted at him from her spot at the door.
"HEY! YOU'RE JUST LEAVING LIKE THAT! COME BACK HERE AND ACT LIKE A NORMAL PERSON!"
Fedelta smiled to himself, but didn't acknowledge Lim outwardly, allowing her to scream at him until she had either run out of breath or he had finally passed beyond hearing distance.
-
Cesia woke up on a strange bed and jolted up, panicked.
This isn't my room! This isn't my bed! I'm still in my clothes! Where am I! Where's Zoma!
Then all of a sudden the memories came rushing back and she knew where she was. She was on the extra twin bed that had been dragged into Kitchel's bedroom. A bed she would have to get used to, seeing as it was now hers.
She groggily dragged herself off the soft mattress and padded her way down the stairs towards sounds of life.
The scene she interrupted was far from normal in her eyes, but for the Mikkusu siblings, it was as normal and quiet as they got nowadays.
Kitchel was sliding across the wood floors in her socks singing show tunes off-key, so far off-key it should be considered illegal.
Zoma and Ringleys were once again playing video games. A restless Ringleys hopping up and down as he fought a rather large looking enemy. The two boys might as well have been jabbering in a different language as far as Cesia was concerned. She couldn't make sense out of a single word they were saying.
Kara was sprawled on her back on the couch, apparently asleep. Kitchel's singing and Zoma and Ringleys's yelling wasn't even making her toss and turn, let alone waking her up. She was also in the same clothes she wore yesterday, her hair was tossed about splayed across the armrest she was using as a pillow as well as her own face, an open psychology text book obscuring most of her face and upper chest.
"Morning sleepy-head," greeted Kitchel sliding over to the steps as she noticed Cesia's presence.
For lack of anything else, Cesia asked the age-old fall back question used by people who have woken up and stumbled upon slightly weird scenes such as this one.
"What time is it?"
"12:30,"
"I really slept that late!"
"Yeah. Guess it must be jet lag or something,"
"What about Kara?" Cesia asked pointing at the couch.
"Oh, she always sleeps late on Saturdays. Mostly because she either stays up late Friday night studying so she doesn't have to study all weekend."
"I see,"
"Want some breakfast?"
"Sure,"
"All right then, I know a good place to go. Come with me," Kitchel sprang up, slipped her shoes on, and strode towards the door.
"We're not staying here?" Cesia asked surprised.
"Nope, Kara's the only one that can cook at least a little bit, I don't feel like it, and the most Ringleys can manage is burned toast," Kitchel explained.
"All right, then. But can I change first?" Cesia asked.
"Sure,"
Cesia didn't waste time, she bounded up the stairs, closed the door to the room she and Kitchel now shared, and threw her suitcase open.
She tried to move fast, and in relatively short time for a girl, emerged again dressed in black twill pants and a black medieval corset laced over a plain white tee. Her hair, as always, was worn loose and rippled down her back in waves.
"Ready?" Kitchel asked from her post by the door. She was wearing black shorts, a tanktop with designs like newspaper clippings, and a loose white jacket with black ankle boots. Her hair done up like it had been yesterday.
"Yep," said Cesia as she followed Kitchel out the door and down the suburban sidewalks.
"Where are we going?"
"You'll see,"
They chatted as they walked, until Kitchel stopped in front of a white with blue trim, traditional middle class house.
"Where are we?" Cesia asked.
"This is where my friend Tintlet lives. Her parents are out for a while and she's a great cook so I've been coming here for breakfast lately. Either that or I go to Thatz's, the guy's a glutton but is consequently a good cook," Kitchel said by way of an answer.
"Who's Thatz?" asked Cesia as Kitchel rang the doorbell.
"Oh, he's a guy from school. You'll probably meet him at the party tonight,"
I bet he's more than just a 'guy from school' by the look on your face… Cesia thought slyly observing her cousin's slightly red countenance. Her thoughts, however, were interrupted by a thump beyond the door. Said door was then flung wide open, revealing three young girls.
"Are you here to eat again Kitchel?" asked the one with an electric blue ponytail.
"Shian! Be more polite!" squealed the blonde girl who matched the definition of classic beauty.
"Who's she?" asked the brown-eyed redhead pointing at Cesia.
"This is my cousin, Cesia. Cesia meet Shian, Hanakusuku, and Miyabi, Tintlet's triplet sisters. Speaking of your sister, where is she?" asked Kitchel as Cesia and the triplets exchanged how-do-you-dos.
"She's upstairs," said Shian in her usual haughty voice.
"I'll go get her!" declared Miyabi as she scrambled toward the stairs.
"TINTLET!" Miyabi yelled, "KITCHEL'S HERE!"
"TELL HER TO COME UPSTAIRS!" yelled a disembodied voice back.
"Well, you heard her, go upstairs," said Shian waltzing away from the door, Hanakusuku following in her wake. Miyabi shut the door behind Kitchel and Cesia and the two older girls climbed the stairs and entered Tintlet's room.
"Hi Kitchel!" greeted a girl with long, swirling blonde hair and blue eyes much deeper than Hanakusuku's, "Won't you introduce me to your cousin?"
"Tintlet this is Cesia, Cesia this is Tintlet," said Kitchel off-handedly.
"Nice to meet you!" said Tintlet, smiling as she shook Cesia's hand.
Cesia smiled back and replied, "Same here,"
"Hey! What about me?" protested a second voice.
"Lim! I didn't know you would be here! It's not like you to sponge off other people's cooking," said Kitchel.
"Ha ha," responded a girl with light brown hair.
"Cesia, this is my other best friend Lim Kaana. Lim Kaana, this is my cousin Cesia," introduced Kitchel who was obviously getting bored of introductions.
"Hi, I love your clothes!" announced Cesia as she and Lim shook hands.
"Thanks! I love yours too. You can call me Lim, by the way," said Lim with equal enthusiasm.
"Okay, Lim," said Cesia with a smile.
"Back to my question, what's up Lim?" asked Kitchel, getting peeved by all this talk about clothes.
"I just got a visit from the most infuriating, cocky, jerky, son of a bitch dumbass!" seethed Lim.
"Ouch! Lim you're kind of hurting my hand…" complained Cesia as Lim's grip on her hand tightened.
"Oh, sorry," said Lim sheepishly dropping her new friend's hand.
"Who is this weirdo anyway?" asked Tintlet closing her door and plopping down on her bed.
"The worst guy in our school," moaned Lim dropping into a chair.
"Shydeman," offered Kitchel.
"No! Worse!"
"Honestly I can't think of anyone worse except for his sister."
Kitchel, Tintlet, and Lim all shivered as Cesia listened, deciding to save her questions for later.
"Fedelta?" asked Tintlet.
"Bingo! We have a winner!" shouted Lim.
"He's not that bad,"
"He's incapable of acting like a normal person,"
"Huh?"
"Never mind…"
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Rath wandered back home. Rune had carried his bad mood out into the street and eventually the three friends had dispersed. He sighed. He had no where to go but home now, unless he went to see Kara.
He had known Kara Mikkusu since he had first come to live with Lykouleon and Raseleane when he was four. Her, Kai-Stern, and his foster parents other friends were around a lot. He had always liked Kai-Stern the best but Kara was definitely second. She was laidback but not in the way Lykouleon was where you had the sneaking suspicion it was more like a mix of blind trust and some creepy knowledge of what was actually going on. No, Kara was laidback in an honestly absent minded way. With that in mind he turned around yet again and headed towards the Mikkusu house. Maybe he would even get to meet their infamous cousins before the party tonight. Not that he cared about them…
There was chapter 1, I'll probably get to the party in chapter 2 along with the real juice of the story! Remember, reviewing is the spice of life for insecure, insane people so please click on that little purple button! Oh, my friend wants to write something...
Chaos (my friend): Probably is spelled with two bs?
Pepsi: Damn she's stupid. Wasn't that worth it?
Chaos: I'm not stupid, I just can't spell!
Pepsi: Same thing.