Author's Notes: ………………………..Hello again everyone…after many months…maybe too many…I finally managed to spit out yet another chapter of Blithe Deception. I really need to start being consistent with this thing. Anyhoo once again I apologize for the extremely long gaps between the chapters. I typically loose interest in whatever Anime/manga I'm into for a while after producing a large chunk of fanfiction for it. My bad! --0
And I'll bet you peeps thought I was dead! Or that I dropped the fic.
I changed my penname! I am now Toon Addict...no more Bonny Fyfa!
Anyways for those who haven't noticed, I've upped the rating to mature! Which means no more warnings about the violence/sex stuff that's gonna pop up. If you're mature enough to click on a story with this rating then you can handle whatever I've scribbled down. Don't send me any crap about spoiling your minds, you guys know what you're getting into! Bwhahahahahaa!
Another thing. When I started Blithe Deceptions the DK manga was only up to number 14. I spoiled myself on the whole damn series. I KNOW WHAT HAPPENS! No this fic is NOT absolutely canon to the actual manga and I never wanted it to be. How else am I supposed to bring back Ra- I'm gonna shut up right now. But you get my point. Sorry to all those people who like canons.
If I didn't break the canon then this story would not exist so obviously I had to change a few things. Like the fact that Lykouleon's still alive. Sorry about the spoiler but if you couldn't figure it out by now...I thought it was screamingly obvious. But I do try to be creative and intelligent enough to piece together a likable, alternate ending to the DK manga.
Randomly, this story has an unbelievable amount of fluff in it. I sense yet another revision now that my writing quality has come up some more. I'm trying to make this somewhat realistic so it's not total fairy tale and whatnot. Suggestions and any other comments would be greatly appreciated!
In fact, lets make a deal! I'll start the next chapter as soon as I get 10 reviews (no cheating by reviewing once under your penname and the rest anonymously!) and have it out within two weeks. Promise! I might be able to spit out another chapter by this fic's one year anniversary (even though it really should've been finished...--0)
Right, time for me to stop bitching. Hope everyone enjoys this since it has been like 7 months since my last update. Aint that just sad?
The Gardens of the Dragon Palace
Homo growled to himself as he flapped his leathery red wings, floating down to a perch in the large oak tree the three boys were bound to be running for. The little dragon was slightly annoyed for being declared the babysitter…first Rath, then his son and several other children? He was getting too old for this!
Through the lush green leaves of the branch he had settled on, Homo could see Ran, Arian, and Daston racing through the garden in order to get to their 'secret base' up in the tree. The youngsters were laughing loudly, happy to finally see each other again. The Dragon of Fire settled down on the branch, resting his pointed chin on his front claws as he waited. Might as well enjoy the peace while it lasted because in another minute the tree was going to be shaking as Ran, Arian, and Daston climbed all over it.
The boys skidded to a halt as they came to the marble sets that led to the gardens, each completely out of breath from their run through the corridors. Collapsing on the stairs, Arian, Daston, and Ran wondered why the trip always seemed to take so long even with the shortcuts and secret passages.
"Guys, you don't think Karren's going to bother us right?" Ran asked, tugging on the clasps of his steinkirk. He had learned that tearing his dress clothes was not a good idea…the last time Cernozura had taken away his dessert and received no sympathy from his mother.
Arian laughed, "Nah, she's been all 'I'm a lady now' so she'll sit with Mother and do something girly like sew or have tea."
"She's a nightmare!" Daston continued, "She's been bossing us around lately and making us play dress-up with her and Fae. I hope that the baby Mama's having is a boy…I don't think I can take another sister."
Ran groaned, "My mom says that I'm going to have a sister soon."
Arian scowled, "You're in for Hell then, especially the time before the baby comes out. Our Mama was always happy one minute then whenever you said anything she'd get really mad."
"My mom's always got to go to the bathroom now. And she's always hungry too, every time I see her she's either heading to the toilet or the kitchens." The black haired youkai child said, shrugging out of his vest and laying the abandoned garments on the railing of the stairs.
"Wait until the baby's born." Daston said with a face, "Then everything gets crazy. I remember when Fae was born and she wouldn't stop crying unless she was asleep. It was awful!"
"C'mon, let's go climb the tree." Arian said impatiently as he got to his feet, signaling for the other two to follow.
On the other side of the courtyard, Cernozura smiled as she watched the boys rushing up to the trunk from the kitchen window. Ran was the first one up, jumping onto the lowest bough and swinging himself upwards and was closely followed by the elf-twins. Like monkeys, the trio darted, swung, and ducked along the branches as Homo circled them like a bright red bat.
"Karren, Fae, Ran and your brothers are outside in the courtyard. Why don't you two go outside and play too, dinner wont be served for another hour or two. There's a swing hanging from another tree close to the oak they're in now." The aging blonde haired woman said, wringing out a damp cloth and handing it to Karren. "Be sure to get all the glaze off your hands and faces."
"Where are Mama and Daddy?" Fae asked, clenching her little hands around the towel her sister was using.
Cernozura smiled kindly and knelt down so she was at level with the elf-princess. "Your parents will be in the ballroom. The courtyards that connect to the ballroom are directly across the gardens. Just follow the cobblestone path and you'll get there."
Karren smiled. "Thank you Miss Cernozura!" She said politely and grabbed her little sister's hand, leading her out the open back doors and into the gardens.
The castle Administrator shook her head, folding the damp towel and placing it neatly on the countertop. She hadn't forgotten the small catastrophe Karren and Ran had caused the last time they had met.
Perhaps this year will be a bit more romantic.
The Ballroom of the Dragon Palace
Tetheus sighed quietly to himself as he discreetly walked into the brightly lit palace ballroom, not wanting to draw attention to the fact he had taken a small detour in order to see what the castle Mapmaker was doing. The Black Dragon Officer had a bad feeling about Zartler and he had been debating on whether or not to voice his opinions to the Dragon Lord for a week now.
Lykouleon must be able to detect something behind that nosy exterior he puts up. I wonder he's told anyone his reasons for keeping Zartler in the palace.
"I was wondering where you went, Tetheus." Said a soft, feminine voice beside him.
Tetheus turned his head and found Delete at his side, looking up at him with a gentle smile on her face. For a moment, the Dragon General stared, loosing his ability to speak as a peculiar feeling came over him, as if someone had punched him in the gut and filled his stomach with feathers.
The castle's fortune-teller had pinned her wavy ice-green hair up in a swirling, delicate bun at the crown of her head with a large, brilliant pink passion-blossom pinned on the right side. Small gold hoops hung from her ears, matching bracelets were on her wrists, and around her neck was a throat-corset made of an intricate golden wires. Her dress fitted closely around her slender body, the lengthy sleeves and skirts swirling around her limbs elegantly.
Delete raised her eyebrow, "Is something wrong, Tetheus?"
"Oh...no." He said and averted his gaze to the center of the room. What happened?
The fortune-teller shrugged, letting the black haired general's trance pass. What am I thinking, Tetheus always seems to be in a bored trance.
From nearby, Ruwalk stared, observing the small exchange between his black haired friend and fortune teller. As a servant carrying a tray of champage flutes passed by, he picked one off and downed the entire thing in one bitter, fizzy gulp. He had never once seen Tetheus even attempt to socialize with the opposite sex, except occasionally with Kitchel. Deciding that he needed a little air, the Yellow Dragon Officer made his way towards the glass balcony doors.
The other side of the room
Kitchel scowled under her breath as she lingered around the arching glass paneled doors that led to the ballroom's veranda, hoping that it wasn't too obvious she had no desire to be there. She was still in shock of what had happened that morning.
He's still the same immature brat I knew 50 years ago! What the hell does he see in torturing me like that?
She fumed, sucking in a deep breath and trying to put her mind on the party. After all, Tintlette was one of her closest friends and she still needed to say hello and congratulate her on her fifth pregnancy.
The strawberry-red-haired woman glanced around the magnificent space, taking the site in as she scanned the room for the Elf Queen. She had always loved the palace's ballroom and even more so when it was being put to use. Chandeliers were lit with hundreds of candles and torches lined the walls, casting an almost-celestial glow over the rich velvet curtains and marble walls.
Kitchel felt her heart skip a beat when she saw Thatz. He was standing in a semi-circle with Gil and Vierrez with his back to her, deep in conversation with the Dragon Knight and Officer of Fire.
Asshole wanker! He probably doesn't even care!
"Hello Kitchel!"
The ex-bandit jumped and laid a hand over her heart, turning sharply. "Damn it Tintlette you scared me."
The blonde haired Elf Queen smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry. What are you doing over here by yourself?"
Kitchel sighed miserably and shook her head. "Nothing. I'm sorry I didn't come over and say hello right when you got here. Congratulations though, this'll be your fifth right?" She asked, trying to smile as she embraced Tintlette.
"Thank-you Kitchel. But tell me, what's happened between you and Thatz? Cesia mentioned that you were having problems and I thought for sure you'd be married by now."
Kitchel sighed bitterly, glaring in Thatz's direction as she told the blonde haired woman the morning's catastrophe. Tears were welling in her eyes the time she had finished and it was becoming increasingly difficult to keep her voice low. Tintlette looked mortified.
"Oh Kitchel, I'm so sorry! There has to be some kind of misunderstanding, I doubt Thatz would do something like that on purpose."
"I don't care!" The ex-bandit hissed, "We've been together for 50 fucking years, we should be married and on our fifth kid by now!" Kitchel gasped and clasped her hands over her mouth, choking back a sob and turning her back to the dance floor.
Tintlette blinked, too shocked to speak as she laid her hands on her friend's shoulders. I've never seen her like this...
"Oh Tintlette. I'm so sorry." Kitchel whispered, "I am happy for you and Rune I really am. It's just...oh hell..." She groaned, giving her blonde haired friend a desperate look to convey the massive emotions she was feeling. "It's just that I..."
"Want a baby?" Tintlette offered.
Kitchel nodded, "Funny huh? Sorta hard to imagine me being a mom...I have trouble seeing me as a mom. But when we found out Cesia was pregnant again I suddenly began wanting a kid too."
"I'm sure Thatz has an explanation for what happened. Rune's just gone over to talk with him and with any luck he'll be trying to apologize tomorrow. Now," the Elf Queen winked one of her cerulean colored eyes, "This doesn't mean you can't torture him a bit until then."
Over by the punch tables
"Rath, if you keep drinking like that you'll be completely drunk before dinner!" Cesia hissed as her husband threw back his third round of red Gaesun wine.
"Cesia, I can hold my liquor." Rath replied with a small hiccup. "Besides, I need to go talk to Kitchel and bail Thatz out."
The black haired youkai scowled at her husband. "Bail Thatz out? You were the one that got him into that mess in the first place! By the way," She asked, lowering her voice, "Did you get the paper with that poem written on it back?"
The former Dragon Knight nodded, taking a swig of his fourth glass of Gaesun wine. "It's safe in the box up in the room."
Cesia breathed a sigh of relief. As much as she loved her husband, having the (rather bad) poetry he'd written for her on their wedding night spread around the castle was not something she wanted. Speaking of poetry getting around the castle ..
"Rath, when are you going to go talk to Kitchel?"
"As soon as I have a good buzz going."
"Rath, that's not when I had in mind."
Off to the side of the dance floor
"So tell me," Vierrez said thoughtfully, lifting the champagne flute he was holding to his lips, "Have you gotten down on your knees and begged Kitchel's forgiveness?"
Thatz glared at the Red Dragon Officer. "Vierrez, Kitchel's so pissed off at me right now she'd plunge a dagger in my throat before I got two words out. Besides, you were the idiots who decided that I needed to read her some stupid poem."
Gil clicked his tongue and shook his head. "No, Rath was the idiot that came up with that. We were simply there to make sure you got your lazy ass out of bed and you successfully scaled the wall."
The earth-haired knight sighed. He could not argue with that. "Where is she?"
Vierrez lifted an eyebrow. "Look around why don't you?"
"I can't do that, dumbass, do you know how bad that will look!" Thatz hissed irritably.
"Could you possibly make yourself look any worse?" Gil countered smartly.
Vierrez smirked before his golden eyes swept over the room casually. "She's standing by the balcony doors with Tintlette. She still looks upset."
Thatz groaned. He had pissed his girlfriend off many, many times throughout the course of their relationship and they had worked through their issues each time. But would she be willing to forgive him this time, especially since he'd completely botched 'the question'? Why did women have to be so complicated in the first place?
On the dance floor
Lykouleon glanced up at the balcony that was situated some fifteen feet above the floor perched at the top of a marble stone spiraling set of stairs. There was a small orchestra there, waiting for someone to signal them to begin playing.
The Dragon King met eyes with the maestro, a short, dumpy musician with a head of erratic white hair and a pair of large round glasses, which magnified warm brown eyes. Lykouleon raised his white-gloved hand and snapped his finger, mouthing his thanks to the conductor, who fumbled with his ivory baton before calling the other musicians to attention.
"May I have this dance, my Lady?" Lykouleon asked, leading his wife onto the floor as the symphony began. It was a simple piece, an elegant waltz that was traditionally played at the opening of all the small parties held at the Dragon Palace.
Raseleane smiled at her him as she lifted the skirts of her gown up and easily fell into step with her husband. Having danced that particular waltz so many times before the movements had long become second nature to the both of them, and they enjoyed the subtle intimacy that was created between them.
"So," He whispered, raising an eyebrow with a sly expression on his face. "Shall we make the announcement tonight?"
Raseleane shook her head, smiling. "Wait until dinner when everyone is expecting you to make some sort of speech."
The blonde haired king couldn't suppress the wide grin that spread across his face. He was still slightly shocked that Raseleane was –after so many years and attempts—pregnant. Most of the astonishment had worn into genuine male pride and Lykouleon was finding it difficult not to wish that Nadil was alive to see that his curse was broken.
Although he would never admit it, Lykouleon found himself a little envious of Rune. The Elf king had the sort of family that the Dragon Lord had once pictured himself having with Raseleane. 50 years ago he'd have never guessed that the blonde haired elf prince would be the one to have so many children in such a short amount of time. He'd have bet his best horse that if anyone was going to mass reproduce, it would be Rath and Cesia.
Kami knows they make love often enough...He thought with a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth.
Raseleane looked up into her husband's eyes, finding that they were practically glittering with anticipation. Anticipation...she hadn't seen that look in his eyes for such a long time. The clearest memory of that she had was when he murmured his desire for six children in the throws of passion on their wedding night so many years ago.
She leaned up slightly and kissed him chastely on the mouth, feeling sentimental all of the sudden. She had spent years feeling unworthy as the position of his wife and envious of Cesia's fertility. Before she had sensed her pregnancy, Raseleane had felt guilty that she could not give Lykouleon the children that he wanted and deserved.
"Raseleane?" He asked inquiringly, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing, nothing." She replied happily, leaning her head against his chest as they danced. "So tell me, are Kitchel and Thatz warming back up to each other?"
The Dragon King glanced up, his emerald green eyes quickly circling the ballroom as he gently twirled Raseleane.
"I'd say no..." He whispered as they came together again, "They're on opposite sides of the room."
The rose haired queen sighed as the waltz ended, stepping back and curtsying to her husband. "I hope they get things situated out soon."
The Entrance of the Ballroom
Nohiro smiled, thanking the servant that had just served him two flutes of glittering champagne as he and Ririkaina walked into the ballroom.
"I shouldn't be here." The blue haired elf whispered nervously, hesitantly taking the glass Nohiro offered her. "I-"
The brown haired Dragon Officer shook his head. "If there's one thing I've learned, everyone is always welcome in Lykouleon's house no matter who they are. You'd be surprised how hospitable he is. He'd invite beggars and thieves in to tea if he saw one walking outside the gate."
Ririkaina silently mouthed an 'Oh' and sipped at the beverage, liking the slightly acidic, bubbly taste. She felt a little self-conscious about her appearance...everyone else was dressed for a formal occasion and she felt slightly out of place in her navy blue moon-and-sun print dress.
"Lord Rune is over there." Ririkaina said, nodding her head in the direction of the Elfish King.
The Blue Dragon Officer nodded, spotting the blonde haired elf as he made his way over to where his wife was standing, talking with Kitchel. He offered his arm to Ririkaina and smiled kindly.
"Come with me?"
The blue haired elf girl blinked, briefly biting her lip in uncertainty before shaking her head and tucking her hand in the crook of Nohiro's elbow.
Why is he so familiar? She asked herself as they began to cross the ballroom floor.
On the other side of the room
"Gil!" Rath whispered under his breath, coming up behind the Dragon Knight of Fire and wrapping his arm around his neck, "Gil, where's Homo?"
"Argh, let go." The violet haired knight said, shrugging Rath's arm off, "I'm not sure, the last time I saw him he was with Ran and the elf's boys. By the way, your breath reeks of alcohol."
"Shit." The black haired youkai said, ignoring the last comment and holding up a small, folded piece of parchment. "I needed him to fly this up to the maestro before the waltz ended."
"What's that," Thatz asked with a glare, "Another one of your famous poems?"
"No, it's a request. I want him to play Tierra de Nadie so I can talk to Kitchel and get you two close enough to kiss and makeup." The former knight replied.
Gil lifted an eyebrow. For all his stupidity with women, Rath had his moments of shining brilliance. The dance that accompanied the Tierra de Nadie consisted of several folk-like steps that created an elegant wheel with a spiraling pattern of groups of four dancers, two men and two women. The Dragon Knight of Fire was intelligent enough to realize Rath's brilliant scheme. He'd get Kitchel and Thatz in his circle together with Cesia and hope that all hell wouldn't break loose in the middle of the dance.
Thatz groaned. "You know I suck at that dance."
Rath narrowed his eyes at his friend. "So do I, so consider this a testimony of friendship and stop bitching. I don't see you coming up with any brilliant ideas to make it up to Kitchel."
The earth haired knight rolled his eyes, finding himself unable to argue again. This was getting irritating! Why was it that the entire situation seemed to be his fault when Rath was the one that had gave him the damned poem in the first place?
"Well the waltz is going to end soon and I need to get this up to the conductor if this plan's going to work. Thatz, go find my wife. Vierrez, go get Kitchel and make sure she gets in my wheel."
The Red Dragon Officer scowled darkly as he made his way across the ballroom. Just why in the Nine Hells did he have to drag the red-haired ex-thief onto the dance floor anyhow? He didn't even know her all that well! He glanced at his reflection as he passed by a mirror hanging on the wall and resisted the urge to smirk. At least he had enough good-looks to turn the average female's head. After all, how often did one see his kind of flaming orange-gold hair?
Out of the corner of his eye he could see Rath rush up the spiraling staircase while Thatz was telling Cesia of her husband's plans. He looked over his shoulder as he approached the two Elf nobles and the ex-thief in time to see Rath give him a quick thumbs-up from the balcony.
The bastard had better pay me for the trouble. Vierrez thought as he tapped Kitchel on the shoulder. She looked over her shoulder with a smile and opened her mouth to say hello, but closed it when she realized who it was and promptly turned her head again.
Tintlette had to suppress a smile as Kitchel's expression turned murderous upon seeing Vierrez. Her red-haired friend was glaring at something out of the corner of her eye and her left brow twitched irritably. The Elf Queen felt her husband glance at the top of her head and squeeze her hip, a signal that told her that he was a bit nervous about the potential outcome of the evening. Subtly, she ran her hand down his back, silently replying that things would probably turn out just fine in the end. Probably.
"Kitchel," Vierrez said exasperatedly, "Please, would you come with me and speak to Rath?" He asked, purposefully leaving off Thatz's name. If the Knight of Earth was mentioned the orange-gold haired Officer knew that any chance of getting Kitchel to talk with anyone would be shot in the dirt.
"Why, so you two can make Thatz's apologies?" She asked snappishly, folding her arms.
"No, so that Rath can explain what happened this morning since it was his fault in the first place." He replied shortly, taking her arm and practically dragging the red haired young woman with him.
"Well," Rune said thoughtfully as Tintlette broke into giggles, "I'd say things are picking up."
Kitchel had half a mind to slap Vierrez as he toted her across the ballroom like a toddler who had been acting up. Besides, it wasn't as if the entire Dragon Courts had assembled, the people who were present were her friends! It wasn't as if they weren't aware of the strain that was on her relationship with Thatz.
"Rath, are you sure that this is the greatest idea?" Cesia asked as her husband joined her and Thatz by the dance floor as the orchestra played the remaining twenty seconds of the waltz. The youkai fortune-teller was skeptical about her husband's plan. Kitchel and Thatz were both prone to emotional outbursts and having them both blow up in the middle of the dance would be borderline catastrophic.
"No." Rath said simply as Vierrez arrived with Kitchel. The red haired ex-thief gave Thatz a smoldering, murderous look and folded her arms, scowling darkly. The Dragon Knight of Earth simply stared at the floor, shifting uncomfortably as the music of the first waltz ended.
Rath smiled brightly, ignoring the irritated expression on Kitchel's face. "Right so, Kitchel..." He said, silently thanking the stars above that the orchestra started to play the opening drum and pipe sequence Tierra de Nadie after only a few second's pause.
Taking her cue, Cesia quickly took Thatz's arm and pulled him into position. Reluctently, Thatz complied and began to step left and right, clapping his hands once with each step. He still looked miserable and a bit awkward. Over his shoulder Cesia could see Raseleane, Lykouleon, Rune, and Tintlette form another circle behind them, all of them falling into the opening step immediately.
"Relax Thatz." Cesia whispered reassuringly, "Look, Delete's dragging Tetheus into the dance too, so you and Rath wont be the only ones struggling." She said as the fortune teller and Black Dragon officer were joined by Nohiro and an elf Cesia wasn't familiar with.
Thatz rolled his eyes. "That makes me feel so much better." He replied sarcastically.
As Kitchel turned around, she found that Vierrez had bolted off the dance floor and was standing beside Gil at the punch tables, both drinking a goblet of Gaeson wine. The bastard! Once again, she had fallen into a trap.
"Kitchel, just let me explain." Rath said as he began to step back and forth, taking Kitchel by the wrist and lining her up with Cesia and Thatz. Reluctantly she began to dance too, not wanting to cause a scene in the middle of the floor and ruin the whole dance.
Up in the balcony, another piper joined into the song, playing the quick, upbeat folk tune, which started the rest of the steps. On cue, the women brought their arms up and spun as the men circled them with long, sliding steps.
"That whole poem thing was my fault." Rath said as he sidestepped behind Kitchel, taking her waist and lifting her up. "Listen, I was supposed to give Thatz the poem I read to Cesia the night I popped the question but I gave him the wrong one by accident. I didn't mean to give him the paper with...you know what I mean." He continued, pausing awkwardly as they circled each other, palms pressed together.
Kitchel raised her eyebrow at the former Dragon Knight of Fire. "You're bullshitting, you don't write poetry."
Rath rolled his eyes exasperatedly, "Kitchel, I know it's difficult to believe but I am capable of stringing a few pretty sentences together. If anyone is incapable, Thatz is. That's why I gave him something to read to you in the first place. If you don't believe me, ask Cesia to show you the box I keep all of them in. But you can ask that later, right now you and Thatz can sort things out."
Kitchel's eyes widened as Rath suddenly spun her outwards, barely remembering to stretch out her hand. She had forgotten that in the middle of the Tierra de Nadie one changed dancing partners. Thatz took her hand and sidestepped behind her, his ruby red eyes meeting hers for a fleeting second.
She sighed and turned around to face him, swaying left and right. Maybe the entire mess that happened that morning was just a horrible mistake on Rath's behalf and that she was overreacting a little.
I'm in hell...Thatz mentally groaned to himself as he struggled to keep in step with Kitchel. The earth-haired young man honestly didn't know if the day could possibly get any worse. He had botched his proposal, gotten himself miserably drunk, his girlfriend was ragingly pissed off at him, and on top of that he had to fumble his way through the Tierra de Nadie.
He looked up to find Kitchel studying him intensely. They watched each other for several long moments, completely loosing track of everything else that was happening around them, including the dance. They simply stood there, stepping left then right and clapping once each time.
"So how's the party for you?" Is what Rath said true?
"Fine. You?" Kitchel, I'm so sorry...I'm such a dumbass.
"Well enough." Yeah you are...dumbass.
"You look nice in that dress." Will you forgive me, Kitchel?
"Thanks." Yes, I will.
Rath and Cesia, realizing that the two were having a 'moment' smiled at each other and took a few steps back before beginning the dance over by themselves. However, they couldn't stay interested, especially when everyone else had stopped dancing and were watching the two ex-bandits closely. Even the conductor was watching the scene unfold from over his shoulder, waving his baton haphazardly.
"Kitchel," Thatz began as the music drew to a close and stopped dancing. "I—"
Kitchel raised an eyebrow and stepped close to him, putting her arms around his neck and embracing him tightly. "Just don't screw it up the next time, alright?" She whispered and pressed a quick, fleeting kiss to his lips. Thatz breathed a sigh of relief and wrapped his arms around her, smelling the hair oil on her strawberry red hair and the perfume on her neck.
"I won't." Finally...that's over...
Rath started to clap, smirking at his wife. "See, I told you I'd fix things."
Author's Notes: Alright everybody, I cant think of another damn thing to add to this chapter. I dun think it's exactly up to the standard the first three chapters were. Granted I did spit it out in two days. Suddenly I just really really really wanted to get it up and remind all my readers that no I haven't died yet and that I didn't drop this fic. Hey, 12 pages isn't too bad for a chapter I think...tho I think it's the shortest one I've done so far.
As always, I must apologize for the loopholes and mistakes that appear throughout the chapter. I try to filter them all out but I never know what fanfiction dot net's gonna do to the chapter once it's up.
So what did you guys think? Had a bit more with the DK's offspring in this chapter though not nearly as much as I'd like. DK is actually a pretty difficult series to write fanfiction for since there's sooooo many characters to keep up with. . I didn't forget anybody did I? God I hope not.
For those of you who're thinking 'wait, Thatz and Kitchel already made up? Just like that!' don't worry. I wink and say that there's a hell of a lot more coming. Kitchel hasn't forgiven Thatz completely just yet...and I can say that there's going to be a verrry steamy scene with them later on that night once the party's over and they start talking one on one.
In any case I'm so sorry that this chapter only contains...two scenes only involving the Dragon Court. And Ruwalk practically dropped off the face of the fic!Never fear, I haven't forgotten about Theisinger, Lucivar, Basilca, or Ruwalk and Enyaren. We'll get to see more of them in the next chapter.
Now since I've been gone I noticed that fanfiction dot net has added a few very spiffy things to the site, including a 'reply' feature to the site's members. I'll be thanking all my reviewers via that from now on. But since I just noticed it, I'd just like to take a few minutes to say a few words of thank-you to the readers who basically motivate me to keep on with this story.
Aquajogger: Girl you are basically the only reason this story is updated.
Lady Dragonnaine: I tip my hat to you!
Salor Earth: Thanks so much for the boot in the ass! Hope this satisfied you a bit for your question of if Rath explained everything to Kitchel.
Peabo: Glad you liked it!
Kurai-Hoshi: So glad you like Enyaren and my story! Your compliments are very much appriciated
naked flamer: Lol thank you very much!
Hentaikoneko: I salute to you my dear! I updated!
By the way, about those C2s...how do those things work anyhoo? Do the staff members and managers pick which fics go in there? Would someone explain it to me please?
Till next time!