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Chapter Three: Some things are Universal.

Okay, so that was a day dream. It was obvious.

But it was nice. I mean, hey, who doesn't love sushi. (And I will cart people off to a mental home, I swear't'god, if they dislike sushi.)

And so wrapped up in my day dream I was that I didn't notice a tiny shift from one darkness to the other as a man stepped out to my cell. In fact, it wasn't until I heard the quiet clink of key in lock that I jerked my head up and sprung out of the curled up ball that I was in.

So as he eased himself ever so slightly, I eyed him, eyes flicking head to toe with a calculating gaze. Unfortunately, I couldn't really see as it was pitch black.

Then he lit a torch—

"What the fuck! Your hand is on fire! Oh shit!"

I jumped up and grabbed his wrist and began trying to beat out the fire by any means possible. In this case… my sneakers. I slid one off my foot, quick as lightning, and tried to beat out the fire. It just kept going, though.

The smell of burning rubber made my nose twitch, and then I noticed the expression on his face, half lit by the fire light. It was one clearly screaming 'ew, the crazy girl is touching me,' so I let go of his arm quickly.

"Doesn't that hurt?" I found myself asking, jerking my head toward the small fireball still sitting in his palm.

He seemed to get the meaning, and the fireball became larger, much larger, engulfing his arm up to his elbow. He stood there, calm, whilst I backed away, confused, and now, too hot.

It died down as quickly as it had flared up. "Okay… so the fire doesn't burn you. Does that mean it'll burn me?"

I reached for the innocent looking ball of fire that was around his entire hand now, flickering happily. Then I remembered my sneakers, and drew back my hand. I tilted my head to the side, and bit my lip gently.

"Hey, you're kinda hot," I mused.

"In fact, really, creepily hot. Creepy, considering your hand is on fire. Is that magic?"

He didn't seem to understand a word I was saying. I grinned.

"It's probably for the better, that you don't get what I'm saying. Now I can blurt out anything I want. It's kinda like being 6 again," I said, giggling.

He barked something, presumably an order.

I glanced at him pointedly.

"Like I have the slightest clue what that was supposed to mean. Prat."

He muttered something disgustedly and snorted. Small flames fanned out from his nostrils. I stared, absolutely shocked.

"You're magic. That is just, just," I stammered, momentarily at a loss for words. "amazing…"

I gazed at him silently, before sighing. "You don't get what I'm talking about. Fuck."

And so began our "conversation".

It started when he growled something in that language of his.

I replied in English that he was being a prat, and that this was pointless, and to get me home.

The magic fireball wielding prat got all annoyed, and repeated what he had said.

"Blah blah blah avatar!"

Honest to god. All I heard was something akin to Chinese (or Hindi? Or both?) and then avatar. Avatar this, avatar that, avatar avatar avatar. Well, what the fuck is avatar? Is it the online icon thingy? If so, yes, whoopee—I have an avatar! It's purple with a feather!

I, frustrated, finally got through to him.

"Fuckin' prick! Just shut up already!"

He understood, alright, and all too well. He grabbed my shoulders and slammed me against the wall, shaking me twice, before whipping out a blade to my throat while he hissed at me in fury.

"Okay! Sorry! Sorry."

He dropped me, but I pushed up against my knees (now gelatinous, courtesy of guy who freaked the hell out of me), controlling my slide down the wall until I landed against the floor with a small thud.

Okay, I thought. Okay. Let's try not to piss him off just yet.

"Agni," I mumbled. He glanced down at me, one eyebrow raised.

"Look, we need to figure eachother out. So… do the fire thing again," I asked, pointing to his hand.

He sneered, but after some gesturing and guessing, got the meaning, flaring up the fire once more. "Agni?" I asked, pointing to the fire. He nodded, then turned on his heel abruptly and left the cell.

"What? Wait! Argh!"

Like it helped. As quickly and quietly as he came, he was gone. Prat.