A/N: Alright! Chapter seven! Finally, we start getting somewhere plot-wise. Ah, yes, the plot… My lovely little plot. ::Huggles plot:: Other then that, I can't think of anything else to say. We hit the sixty review mark! Yay!
A note to everyone who's asked where Jaffar is: Well, he's not here…YET. He's showing up later, so don't worry your pretty little heads about it.
Disclaimer: The following is a list of some of the items found in Amethyst Bubble's possession- about eighty volumes of manga, some anime, a GameBoy Advance, a Fire Emblem game cartridge, several notebooks filled with fanfics and doodles, a laptop computer, a glass of lemonade, some pocket lint, a few yards of string. (Note that only the game cartridge is listed, and not the actual rights to the game.)
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Something Wicked
Chapter Seven
By Amethyst Bubble
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"Unless…" Rath paused to eye his student, "Unless you'd… like to work with the pendulum."
Wil shook his head. Sure, he was a little bit miffed that he had run all the way upstairs to get the damned thing, run back down, bumped into someone on his way, then run some more before clinging to his teacher and making a fool of himself only to find out they wouldn't even be using it. But the thing was evil and Wil would honestly rather practice anything else.
Slowly, Rath nodded, "Alright then… let's work on your wind magic first, seeing as it's an easier element to handle."
"What do you mean?" Wil asked, blinking.
"…Some elements are harder to control then others. More passive elements are wind and water; they're easy to control… Earth and fire are more aggressive. You have to work harder to control them." The green-haired man explained.
"What about darkness and light? Those are elements too, right?"
"…Darkness and light are in a category of their own. I've never worked with either, so I wouldn't know how hard it is to master them."
"Rath, you're element is earth, right?" Wil asked suddenly. He'd just remembered something he deemed rather odd…
"Yes…" Rath said, raising an eyebrow. He'd already informed Wil of that fact, unless he was much mistaken.
"Then how did you light those candles back when we had our first lesson in the library? Wouldn't that be fire magic?" Wil asked, staring up at his teacher with curious brown eyes.
A small smile graced his face as Rath realized what Wil was thinking, "No, Wil. I don't have two elements like you do."
Wil looked rather disappointed for a moment. He didn't like the idea of being the only one with two elements and for a moment he had hoped that he was not alone. "Then how did you light the candles…?"
"It is possible to learn basic spells for elements that are not your own," Rath explained. "When you have mastered your own elements, I'll show you simple spells for the others that you can learn. You will never be able to master them as well as you can master your own, though."
Wil slowly nodded, absorbing this information. It seemed magic was even more complicated then he thought. He wondered how much more there was to know about it. Would he ever find out everything?
Rath's voice interrupted his thoughts, "Come here." He ordered, motioning for Wil to stand next to him.
Wil obeyed, quickly rising and moving to stand next to Rath.
"Now, I want you to do exactly as I tell you. Otherwise, it…" He stopped. He didn't want to make Wil worry. Besides, this wasn't a particularly difficult spell. There wasn't much of a chance of it going wrong. "…Just concentrate hard on this…"
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Legault stared at Ninian in disbelief. No magic? How was that possible? He had been so sure… Turning to look at Heath, he found him staring blankly at the tabletop. There was no surprise or shock in his eyes; he had been expecting this. "No magic?" Legault breathed, turning his gaze back to Ninian.
"Actually, I shouldn't go so far as to say none," Ninian corrected herself. "Everyone has magic, even if it is just an insignificantly small amount. His…well, it just isn't enough to use. Not how we use it…"
"I…" Legault began, then stopped, not knowing quite knowing how to put what he was feeling into words.
Heath said it for him, "You assumed." His tone was quiet and he did not look up, "I never said I had magic, did I, Legault?"
"Well, no," Legault admitted rather hesitantly. "But you could see my magic."
Ninian shook her head, "Your shadows have a physical form, Legault. Of course he could see them."
"No," Legault said. "Not the shadows, Ninian. He actually saw the magic." He flicked his wrist and transparent silver strands encircled his hand, "You can see this, can't you, Heath?"
Ninian's red eyes studied Legault, "Maybe you shouldn't ask this of him." She advised, but Legault ignored her, keeping his gaze trained on Heath.
For a moment, Heath remained silent and perfectly still. Then, so quietly that Legault wasn't sure if it wasn't just his imagination, Heath whispered, "Legault, don't make me…"
Frowning, Legault ordered, "Look at me, Heath."
Heath hesitantly obeyed, looking up and staring into Legault's eyes.
Raising the hand encircled by the silver strings of magic, Legault placed it between himself and Heath, "Can you see it? The silver stuff?"
The green haired youth was silent for a moment before he shook his head, "I'm afraid I can't see anything except your hand, Legault. I'm sorry." He offered the other man a small smile. Something in his expression seemed rather guilty.
Ninian studied them both, before she finally spoke, "Sometimes things like that happen. People without magical abilities can glimpse snatches of magic for a moment. It doesn't mean it will ever happen again," She said.
Standing up, Heath headed for the curtain that separated the room from the rest of the attic, "…I think I should go. I'll see you in a little while, Legault."
Legault nodded with a distant look on his face. He obviously wasn't focusing on what was happening at that moment. His mind was somewhere else, on something else.
"…It was nice to meet you," Heath said to Ninian, casting one last glance at Legault before he disappeared through the curtain.
The remaining two sat in silence for a moment before a bang broke through the quiet atmosphere. Legault had slammed his fist into the table. "He could see it! I know it! Do you know what-" He was cut off by the girl across from him.
Brushing her long hair back, Ninian said briskly, "I know, Legault."
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"Hey, where are you going?" Leila felt strong arms wrap around her from behind. She smiled, weaving out of Matthew's embrace.
"Just to do some shopping," She answered, adjusting her purse on her arm.
Matthew raised an eyebrow, "Is Serra going with you?"
Shaking her red haired head, Leila answered, "No. I'm going alone." Catching the flash of worry that ran across her boyfriend's face before it was covered up by his usual cheerful grin, Leila smiled inwardly, "Don't be like that. It's only for a couple of hours."
Matthew shrugged, pretending that he didn't care. He was slightly concerned for her, though; they had been advised recently not to go outside unaccompanied, what with the sudden rise in the numbers of witch hunters.
Leaning up, Leila placed a kiss on his cheek, "You want me to look nice for your parents, right?" She laughed softly.
"'Course I do." Matthew laughed back, "But you don't need to go shopping for that." He paused, "Do you want me to come with you?"
Once again, she shook her head. "No, you'd be bored. I'll only be gone for a little while, okay? I'll see you later," She blew him a kiss before she opened the front door and stepped outside.
Matthew waved as she left, "See you later." Turning around as he heard the slam of a car door, he sat down in one of the arm chairs. What to do now? Maybe he'd go look for a certain water witch…
"Matthew?" Scratch that; the water witch had found him. Guy blinked down at him, "…Did Leila go somewhere?" As usual, he said the name in a rather spiteful tone. Matthew chose to ignore it. He wouldn't get into a fight with Guy, not today. He wouldn't see the hurt in those dark blue eyes today.
"Yeah, she went shopping."
Guy sat down on the arm of the chair Matthew was sitting in, "Oh." He resisted the urge to say something along the lines of 'I hope she doesn't come back for a while'.
Getting a rather devious idea, Matthew reached up, taking a hold of one of Guy's forearms and yanking him down. The braided boy yelped, falling into Matthew's lap. A bright blush stained his cheeks, "W-what the h-h-hell are you d-doing?" He exclaimed, grabbing a handful of Matthew's shirt to pull himself into a sitting position.
"What would you say about the two of us doing something, hmm?" Matthew tugged playfully on Guy's braid, smirking. He was bored and it was too perfect a day to be cooped up inside.
Guy squeaked as Matthew circled an arm around his waist to stop his escape attempts, "L-like w-w-what?"
"Damn, you're stuttering a lot," Matthew frowned. "You okay?" He studied Guy closely. "Your face is all red. Are you sick?"
Guy scowled, managing to escape Matthew's grip and get to his feet, "I'm f-fine."
"You sure?" Matthew got to his feet, trying to remove Guy's head band so he could place a hand on the other's forehead. Guy weaved out of his reach, crossing his arms over his chest.
"I'm not sick, Matthew," He said flatly, managing to get one stutter-free sentence out. While it was nice to get attention from Matthew, he absolutely hated being babied.
Frowning slightly, an uncommon expression for him, Matthew muttered, "If you're sure…" A few moments of silence elapsed, before Matthew spoke again, "So, about my offer?"
Guy shrugged, "If you want." He smiled. They rarely ever got the chance to be alone together. It would be nice, being able to have some time alone with Matthew, even if the other's feelings towards him were nothing more then platonic. Then he remembered the reason he'd come into the room in the first place; to retrieve the book of spells Louise had left lying on the sofa. He was supposed to be practicing a healing spell with her. He sighed, "Actually, Matthew, I can't." He frowned; he had really wanted to spend some time with the sandy haired man.
Matthew's frown increased, and he opened his mouth to ask why, but a feminine voice beat him to it.
"And why can't you?" Louise laughed lightly, standing in the doorway. "I was wondering what was taking you so long, so I came to check on you…" She gave Guy a small wink and a smile. "We can practice healing some other time, Guy. Why don't you two go have fun?"
Guy would have hugged Louise right there and then, but Matthew grabbed his arm, wheeling him towards the door, "To…somewhere!" He exclaimed with a grin as he dragged Guy out the door.
Louise giggled to herself as the door slammed shut. Guy could always practice his healing later, she supposed. Right now, he was young and she wanted him to spend time with someone he cared for. To have a good time and forget about everything else for awhile.
Smiling and shaking her head, she went off to look for her husband.
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Nino poked her head into the doorway. She hadn't been able to get nearly enough information about what her dear uncle had been doing while he was away before, and she intended to nag him until he told her more. He couldn't keep quiet forever. Eventually, she'd get the whole story out of him.
To her disappointment, her uncle was not in his room. However, someone else was. The green haired young man her uncle had brought back with him was sitting on the edge of the bed, apparently lost in his own thoughts.
"Can I come in?" She asked softly, rapping her knuckles lightly on the already open door.
He spun around, his surprised look melting into a slight smile when he saw who it was, "Sure." He answered, patting a spot on the bed next to him.
She shut the door quietly behind her, trotting over to the bed and taking a seat down next to him, "Your name's Heath, right?" She asked, staring up at him with curiosity filled blue eyes.
He nodded, "And you're Nino?"
She nodded, giving him a wide smile, "Yes!"
Heath only nodded, before he fell silent once again. He stared ahead, biting his lip in a rather nervous way. She blinked. What could he possibly be nervous about?
Reaching up, Nino tugged lightly on his sleeve, "Are you okay?" She suddenly wondered where Legault was. Shouldn't he be showing Heath around? The house was so big; a newcomer could easily get lost in the winding halls.
He blinked, looking down at her and giving her a small smile, "Yeah, I'm fine."
Curiosity got the better of her and she decided to ask Heath a few questions, "How'd you meet my uncle…err, Legault, anyway?" She asked, tilting her head to one side. She really had to remember to refer to him by his name when speaking to anyone besides him.
He blinked down at her, "Oh…well, I sort of…stumbled across him while he was in a fight…" His cheeks colored the faintest shade of pink.
She giggled. Then, the meaning of his words dawned upon her, "My uncle was in a fight?" She shrieked. She leaned forward, staring at him in a very intense manner, silently promising pain if he did not tell her everything he knew.
Heath leaned back a bit, trying to put some distance between himself and that fearsome glare. For such an adorable girl, she could be pretty scary. "…Yes, he was."
"Did he win?" Nino asked, calming down a bit. She was trying so hard not to scare Heath off. He looked a little bit jumpy.
Heath hesitated, as if trying to remember what had happened, "Yes, he did. He…saved my life," He ducked his head, so his bangs overshadowed his eyes. It had been such an embarrassing moment after all. That was the first of several times Legault had come to his rescue. And he so hated the 'damsel in distress' comments that Legault still teasingly made. Clearing his throat, he spoke up again, "I'd rather not speak about it right now, if you don't mind. Maybe Legault will tell you later."
Nino frowned, but decided she wouldn't try to get more information out of Heath. Tugging on the sleeve of his shirt again, she asked, "Has my uncle shown you around the house yet?"
Heath shook his head, glad that Nino had decided to let the subject drop. It was an embarrassing memory, yes, what with being saved and all, but there was other stuff in that story he didn't feel like remembering right now. Not after that meeting with Ninian.
Nino frowned, getting to her feet, "Yeesh! He's so irresponsible! Come on, I'll show you the house and introduce you to everyone!" She grinned widely, placing her hands on her hips.
Getting to his feet slowly, Heath nodded. He let the girl lead him out of the room, wondering if they would run into Legault. On one hand he really did want to explain his actions to the lavender haired man, but on the other, it would definitely not be an enjoyable expierience.
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Erk stiffened as he heard the library door open, his hand frozen in mid air, the book he was about the shelve clutched tightly in it.
Canas sent him a pitying look, and Erk swore that he wasn't going to turn around.
Moments later, he regretted that. Maybe if he'd seen the pink haired girl coming, he would have been able to dodge the hug she had tackled him in.
"Erky!" She whined, "Why haven't you talked to me today? I've been so lonely! Matthew went off to do something with Guy, and Leila went shopping and Hector threatened me with bodily harm if I even spoke to him! Isn't that rude of him, Erky? Well, isn't it?" She said.
Erk clenched his jaw, shooting Canas, who was trying to stifle his chuckles, a glare. He attempted to unwind the girl's arms from around his neck. No use; she had a grip like steel. "Serra, I'm trying to sort these books. We need to get the library back in order after that horrible incident when Florina temporarily lost control of her powers and created a small tornado that swept all the book off their shelves." He paused to take a deep breath before continuing, "So if you would please get off of me?"
Too his surprise, she did let go. Moving so that she stood in front of him, she pouted, placing her hands on her hips, "Erky! You're so mean! We used to have all kinds of fun together, remember?"
"Not really," Erk said stiffly, avoiding Serra's gaze. Actually, he did remember. They used to be very close friends, until they had had an argument. For weeks, that hadn't spoken to each other and in that time both had made other friends. Serra seemed to want to strike up the friendship again but Erk wasn't so sure. He was finding her more and more irritating these days.
Twirling a lock of bubble gum pink hair around her finger, Serra scowled. She absolutely hated it when Erk acted like he didn't know what she was talking about when he so clearly did. Oh, well, she might as well tell him what she came to tell him anyway, "Legault's back, you know."
Erk's head snapped up, his gaze shifting from the bookshelf to Serra, "…What?"
"Oh," Canas commented from across the library. "That's good. I was beginning to think that there might have been a problem with whatever business he had to take care off."
Serra waved a hand, "That's not the good part." She said briskly, "He brought somebody back with him!" She clapped her hands together, resisting the urge to do a twirl. "Farina told me. She was there when he got back."
"…Who is this person?" Erk asked, his interest captured now.
Serra shrugged, "I don't know his name, but he's pretty young, only a couple years older then you and me, Erky, and he's got green and white hair." She pressed a finger to her lips, as if trying to recall more.
"Green and white?" Canas spoke up again, "My, but that is unusual. The white could, of course, have been caused by shock. I had an uncle once who fell of a telephone pole while he was working. It was a pretty long fall, I think. His hair turned white over night from the shock. (1)"
Erk was thinking about something other then the newcomer's hair color, "I wonder what type of witch he is?" The purple haired boy wondered aloud.
His question was followed by the creak of the library door opening. In stepped Nino, leading someone who could only be the person Legault had brought back, judging by his hair.
"Hey!" Nino waved to the three, pushing the man in front of herself. "I want you guys to meet somebody! This is Heath!"
Heath nodded at them slightly, looking rather uncomfortable, just being shoved in front of people like that.
Serra was the first to move. She bounded up to him, shaking his hand, "Hello and welcome! I'm Serra. If you need any help at all with anything concerning light magic or healing, come to me! I'm practically an expert!" She smiled widely as she finally let go of his hand. "That's Erk," Serra motioned to Erk with a dramatic sweep of her arms. Erk gave Heath a curt nod, "And that Canas, our resident librarian." She motioned to Canas next.
Canas did not nod. He did not wave. He did not say anything. He marched right up to Heath, brushing Serra aside, raising a hand to tilt Heath's chin up. He examined Heath's eyes, his hair, his face, murmuring to himself all the while. Finally, he let go of Heath, retreating to a far corner of the library. After a moment of searching, he pulled a book off the shelf, flipping through it almost fervently.
Heath took a step back, and Erk noted that his aura became defensive. He obviously did not like being touched like that. Clearing his throat, he decided to speak, "You'll have to forgive Canas. He probably thinks that you have the exact same eye color of some famous witch or something silly like that." He brushed a few locks of purple hair behind his ear.
Heath nodded stiffly, but his aura stayed as defensive as before. He was not calmed by Erk's explanation in the least.
Nino, being a water element, was especially in tune with people's emotions. She frowned as she studied Heath. Tugging on his sleeve, she began to lead him out of the library, "I'm going to go show Heath the rest of the place now, okay?" She smiled brightly to the three witches in the library.
"Bye bye now!" Serra trilled as they left.
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When Wil's breathing had evened out, showing that he was truly concentrating, Rath gave his next instruction, "Now… I want you to concentrate on the air." Rath fell silent, waiting for something. When the wind picked up just a tiny bit, he nodded to himself, "Good…Now, I want you to-" He paused; what was that noise? A faint rumbling sounded off in the distance.
Thinking it was no more then a truck going down the road hidden by the trees that surrounded the house, Rath began to continue. He stopped short when the ground started shaking.
An earthquake in New Jersey? Rath frowned. Suddenly, he was seized by panic. Turning to his student, praying that this wasn't happening, his fear became a reality. He could sense the power floating off of Wil in waves. He was causing the earthquake.
Wil's eyes were no longer closed, but when Rath looked into them, it was clear that Wil was still in a trance-like state. He had no control over his powers; they were running wild.
The winds were becoming stronger and Rath cursed loudly. He had to snap Wil out of it. Otherwise, he was afraid that New Jersey was about to be hit with both an earthquake and a tornado. Grabbing his student by the shoulders, Rath shook him roughly.
No good. Wil didn't react. The winds got stronger and the ground kept shaking. Distantly, he heard voices. A few people were hanging out of windows, shouting questions at him, asking what was going on. Rath shook Wil again, calling his name.
Suddenly, without warning, Wil raised a hand. He had snapped out of his trance like state. "Rath, what's going on?" The wind did not calm down and the ground did not stop shaking.
"Wil, you need to concentrate," Rath said, choosing to ignore the fact that concentrating was what had started this all in the first. "You need to stop this."
"STOP this? You mean I'm doing this? But I don't know how I could be doing this! I'm really doing this Rath? How? How do I stop doing it?" Wil panicked, staring up at his teacher with wide brown eyes as the wind whipped around them.
The ground jerked again, causing Wil to lose his footing. He fell against Rath, who in turn lost his balance when Wil fell into him, sending them both spiraling to the ground.
The back door of the house flew open and Fiora and Farina ran out, followed closely by Florina and Lyn. Lyn knelt on the ground, pressing her hands flat against it, her long hair whipping around her in the wild winds. From his position on the ground, Rath could not see what the three sisters were doing, but he thought he heard their voices chanting over the howl of the wind.
As suddenly as it they had started, the winds calmed down, the ground stopped shaking. Lyn shakily got to her feet, wiping away a trickle of sweat that ran down her cheek. Florina appeared beside her, allowing the taller girl to lean against her.
Slowly, Wil crawled off of Rath, too shocked to even blush at the position they'd been in moments ago.
Putting her hands on her hips, Farina fixed them both with a glare, "What did you do?" She demanded, glaring.
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"…You can't tell him this, Legault." Ninian said, staring Legault down as best as she could.
"Why the hell not?" Legault demanded, conjuring up a much fiercer glare then Ninian's.
"You have to let him adjust," Ninian said, surrendering her glare and trying a pleading look instead. "Please, Legault. It's just not good for him for you to spring a surprise like this on him directly after he's been moved into a new setting." The look she gave him said what she did not want to, 'you are giving him more then he can handle'.
Legault let out a long, irritated sigh, "I won't keep secrets from him." Mentally, he added, Especially not if they concern him.
"I…I understand that you care for him greatly," Ninian's eyes softened a bit. "But Legault, if you really do care for him, you will give him time."
The lavender haired man was quiet for a minute, "…How much time do you want me to give him?" He asked, locking his gaze with hers.
She too was quiet for a moment, "…I don't know. Just…time." She finally answered.
"I'm going to tell him." Legault said, nodding to himself, "I can't keep this from him. I don't care what you say, Ninian. Heath needs to know. He will be better off knowing. He will not allow me to protect him if he does not know why he needs to be protected." He made a move as if to get up, but Ninian's pale hand shot out, wrapping around his wrist in a grip he could have easily escaped from. Her eyes commanded him to not to break away from her. She glared up at him with a strangely fierce look.
"No," She said in a commanding tone. "He would not want you to tell him. He will find out on his own, Legault. On some level, he knows already. You must let him do this himself."
Legault opened his mouth to retort when the house began to shake. Ninian gasped, letting go of Legault. She ran to the window, and for a few minutes, hung half out of it, observing all that went on outside. When everything had calmed, Ninian pulled herself back inside, looking rather shaken up. If that had been the power of one key, she wondered what all of them together would be like. A truly remarkable, and at the same time, terrifying, thing, she supposed.
Turning around, she discovered that Legault was no longer there. The curtains that separated her part of the attic from the rest of it hung halfway closed and she discovered that the door that led downstairs was wide open.
"Legault, please don't tell him! For his own good!" She shouted down the steps, hoping, praying that he would listen. When she received no reply, she sank to the dusty floor, peering down the attic stairway half-heartedly.
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When Heath spotted Legault coming down the hallway, he breathed a sigh of relief, shooting the other man a look that clearly said, 'help me, I've been kidnapped by your evil niece'.
"Hi, uncle Legault!" Nino grinned as Legault walked up to them, "Since you neglected to show Heath around, I decided to do it." She sent him a look that would have made him feel guilty if he wasn't so preoccupied with other matters.
Legault gave Heath a pitying look, wondering how long Nino had been dragging him around. "Nino, why don't you run along now? We can show Heath the rest of the house later. Right now, I need to talk to him." He placed a hand on her head, slightly ruffling her bright green hair.
Heath blinked, what could Legault possibly want to talk to him about? Wincing, the reason came to him. Suddenly, being pulled down countless corridors by a energetic little girl didn't seem half-bad.
She crossed her arms over her chest, "Okay, but you have to promise to come and talk to me later, uncle Legault. I've been so bored without you around!" She threw her arms around his waist in a quick hug before retreating down the hallway. Before she disappeared around a corner, she gave them a quick wave. And then she was gone.
Before Heath could blink, Legault's hand had shot out to close around his wrist. Heath let out a yelp, trying to pull away from Legault, but the lavender haired man held on tightly.
"You're coming with me," Legault said shortly, dragging Heath down the hallway he'd just come from in a much more forceful manner then Nino had.
"Let me go! It's not like I'm not going to run away if you let go of me!" Heath exclaimed, trying once again to wrench his wrist from Legault's grip.
Turning his gaze to Heath, Legault raised one eyebrow, "Do you promise?"
"This is childish, Legault," Heath frowned. "But yes, I promise I won't run away." He said with a sigh, knowing the other man wouldn't let him go until he agreed.
Slowly, Legault released Heath. He nodded, signaling for Heath to follow him. He rubbed his wrist where Legault had grabbed him – damn, that man had a tight grip – before somewhat reluctantly following Legault.
Legault disappeared into a room and after Heath had stepped in, the door slammed shut behind him. Legault placed a hand on the doorknob, and in a matter of seconds it was surrounded by shadows, "Now no one can get in and you can't get out until I'm finished with you." Legault spoke from where he leaned against the closed door.
Heath glared at him indignantly, sitting down on one of the many desks that littered the room; he supposed it must have served as a school room at some point, from the looks of it. "Look, I'm sorry for lying…" He took a deep breath, brushing a few locks of hair away from his face. "But, let's face it. I don't have magic. Whether I can see yours or not…that doesn't really make a difference, does it?"
Legault frowned, "But your Fae blood…"
Heath let out a sigh, "Legault, my great, great grandmother might have been a Fae." He said, stressing the 'might', "Vaida only implied it once in a conversation with me. And even if she was, do you know what that would make me? I would be one sixteenth Fae! One sixteenth! How much a difference do you think that'll make?"
Legault opened his mouth, ready to argue this, but Heath spoke again before he could say anything.
"You know I meant what I said last night. I am happy." Heath slid off the desk, walking up to Legault, leaving on a few inches distance between them, "I don't care that I don't have magic." He shrugged, "…You don't care, do you?" He glanced at Legault.
"He would not want you to tell him." Ninian's soft, haunting voice replayed in Legault's memory. No, he decided, Heath would not want to know right now. Heath was happy, and that was what mattered.
Snatching Heath to him in a tight hug, Legault whispered into the other's ear, "No, I don't care at all."
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Chapter 7- End
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(1) True story. It happened to my grandpa, Charlie.
::Eyes ending::…That's why I shouldn't listen to sappy music…Especially not while writing. Oh, well, it doesn't bother me enough to change it… At least, not now it doesn't. O.o;; Damned endings! Always bothering me like that…::Grumble, mumble::
…Yeah, you can all throw rotten fruit at me for the late update. I deserve it. I sure took my sweet time…Especially because I had everything but the last few paragraphs written up for almost a week before I finished the chapter. Yes, bad me, being all lazy like that…
And for those of you who don't know, the Fae are like fairies (the mythological kind, all ye who think otherwise). Except, while fairies are usually described as tiny winged creatures, like Guy's sprites, Fae are creatures who are almost exactly human-like in appearance (or so I've gained from that pile of fairy tale book in the corner) and…I'm not explaining this well. O.o;; Anyway, they are mythical creatures.
Reviews and shonen ai fanfiction are much appreciated. ::Craves her FE s-ai::