Yay! I'm so happy! Today was great! I found my diamond earrings and dodged a death by grounding, found a gift card to the local mall with $25, and put in my application for umpiring youth softball...TO EARN MONEY! Whoo-Hoo!

Oh! Can't forget this: darling Yin.Yang.Sisters has offered to be my beta for "Obedience School"!

Ah, I've been wanting to write that for forever! I won't scrap this one entirely for OS, but I'll probably work on that more. RaR shall live on, fear not my lovelies (as few and far between as you may be)!

NOW ON WITH THE SHOW! (Er...Fic)

(I own nothing)

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Out of the Closet and Into the Fire

"Artha? Hey, Artha?" Kitt poked her head into the kitchen, intent on finding the young hero. The kitchen was empty, so Kitt continued her quest. She had already checked the temple, stables, Artha' room, the gear shed, and, as you know, the kitchen. No sign of him. Kitt rubbed lightly at the back of her neck before continuing on to the living room, that was the last place he could be

Kitt glanced around and spotted the Artha's head above the couch and cheered, "There you are!" Artha turned to look at her and grinned in greeting.

"Hey, Artha, why's Paynn's dragon outside?" A simple question sent Artha's face into a whirlwind of expressions. Surprise, panic, guilt, thinking, a glance to his lower left, and then more panic. All in less than five seconds.

"Wha-what? Seriously? Paynn must be trying to steal Beau for...Something! Yeah, I'll got out and stop hi-" Artha was cut off abruptly as a pale hand clamped itself over his mouth and another gripped the back of the couch. Moordryd slowly pushed himself up from where he had been laying against Artha's thigh. Turning a sleepy glare on a gaping Kitt, he sneered.

"Why's Paynn's dragon here? Because Paynn is here! Deal with it, spunky!" He plopped back down on Artha's lap and watched the movie (something about hating someone and the number ten), a whole lot less content than he was before.

Artha cast an apologetic look to Kitt, and then began smoothing out Moordryd's hair. It was rather like trying to calm an aggravated cat, but a whole lot more dangerous. At least most cats reverted to a cute and cuddly state after a few minutes of petting, but Moordryd could hold a grudge for weeks, and a grudge meant no sex for Artha. Which was a bad thing, by the way.

Bewildered, Kitt stepped forward and leaned over the couch. Sure enough, Moordryd's head was resting on Artha's lap and Artha was running a hand through his hair. If it wasn't such a bizarre scene, she probably would have thought it was cute. However, it was a bizarre scene, and therefore not cute. She tugged at Artha' short hair and muttered, "Can we talk for a minute?"

The victim of the hair-pulling winced as the hand Moordryd had resting on his knee tightened. Artha sighed in defeat, stopping Moordryd when he was in a mood was like trying to stop a stampede, or a fire, or Parm's scientific rambles. He put on a weak smile as his lover pushed himself up into a sitting position and pounded the pause button mercilessly (interesting scene to pause at...A girl was throwing up on some guy's shoes!).

Gray eyes flashed violently, and Artha cringed as Moordryd's voice came out slowly and slightly strained, "Anything you want to say to Penn, you can say in front of me. Say it now, say it fast, because I'm sure as hell not giving up my pillow for more than 20 seconds."

For the first time in her life, Kitt truly was afraid of Moordryd Paynn. She threw her hands up as a peace gesture and chuckled nervously, "Heh, uh...Sorry! It can wait, really!" She darted out of the room faster than Wyldfyr could ever manage.

Moordryd smirked as he lowered himself back down onto Artha's lap and sighed contentedly as Artha resumed stroking his hair. He pressed the play button, the lovely sounds of someone hurling up alcohol-dominated stomach contacts greeting his ears before he began to drift off to sleep again. Artha sighed as well, rubbing lightly at the other teen's shoulder, "You've got to teach me how to do that..."

More asleep than awake, Moordryd smiled, "Sorry...Family secret..."

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Fin.

Yeah, they're watching "10 Things I Hate About You." Good movie, though a bit on the chick-flicky side...Based off of Shakespeare's "The Taming of the Shrew," for those of you that didn't know.

That movie is one of the main inspirations for OS, I like it that much.

Written after watching more Pokemon...Yeah, it's on Boomerang now, that channel for really old cartoons, I've yet to see Jabberjaw on there, though. This makes me sad.

Anyway, R&R, and expect the prologue of "Obedience School" soon!