Disclaimer: I wish that DK belonged to me.

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WARNING: Of the mentioning of drugs.

Ch. 9

Unhealthy Jasmine

Cesia sighed. How many patients had come into the infirmary? Practically all of the dragon officers and dragon knights have. Even the dragon queen seemed out of it.

"Cesia, can you go get some towels from the laundry room?" Cernozura, head of the maids, asked. Cesia nodded. "Should I get anything else?" Cernozura shook her head. "No, just some towels."

The fortuneteller left the sickroom and started walking towards the laundry room. "Cesia..." Cesia gave a little shriek as a hand suddenly grabbed her shoulder.

"Rath! What's wrong with you!" Cesia asked angrily, willing her heartbeat to slow down. He looked at her, her eyes hollow. "Kai-stern needs to see you." He floated away.

Cesia sweatdropped. "Okayyyyy..." She walked away from the laundry room and went inside Kai-stern's room.

"Kai-stern? What's wrong?" Cesia cautiously moved around the dark room and tripped. "AHHHHH!!" She screamed. She had tripped over a still body. The still body suddenly moved and grabbed Cesia's ankle.

"AHHH!! GET AWAY FROM ME YOU FREAKISH ZOMBIE!" Cesia then grabbed the nearest thing to her, (which happened to be a can of Budweiser) and started smacking the person with it. "Ow! OW! Cesia STOP!" Cesia stopped in midair. "Is that you Kai-stern?" She asked tentavily.

The Blue Dragon Officer slowly got up and nursed his bump. "Yes it's me." He said grouchily. Cesia laughed nervously and threw the Budweiser can out the window. "I'm sorry. You just startled me." She then proceeded to take Kai-stern's hand off her ankle. Except Kai-stern had an iron grip. "Um...Kai-stern. Can you let me go?" She asked. He glared at her.

"Not until.."

Cesia gulped. "Not until??..."

Kai-stern got closer to her, his eyes shining freakishly in the moonlight. Cesia started to sweat.

"K-Kai-stern?"

"You accept this gift basket!" He said cheerfully. Cesia slammed into the ground. "Thanks..?" She picked the basket up and quickly exited the room.

"Man. That was scary. What is with the dragon clan?" Cesia proceeded down the hallway and threw the basket into her bedroom. She closed the door and went back to the laundry room.

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"That was exhausting!" Cesia said as she flung herself onto the bed. Her face slammed into the basket. "Ow! What in the world..." Cesia grabbed the basket and relaxed. "Oh, it's the thing that Kai-stern gave me." She noticed that a few of its contents had spilled on the floor. She picked up a packet, turning it around it in her hand. "Jasmine Tea." She read outloud. Then she made a face. She had always drunk alcohol with the witch, and had disregarded tea as something weak. "Well, Kai-stern was nice enough to give it to me. I guess I could try it." She said.

Cesia smelled the scent of the tea. Slowly, she let the liquid flow past her tongue and into her throat. "Tea's weak." She commented.

"I'd rather drink alcohol." Cesia shook her head. "Why did Kai-stern give me something like this?"

"I have no idea. Who knows what goes on in that sluggish mind of his?" intervened a slightly malevolent voice.

"Don't call Kai-stern sluggish-minded! He's a very kind and gentle!" this time a gentle high voice piped in.

"Shut up."

"GASP! You said the S word!"

"Correction. Shut the (FUDGE) up."

"Oh no you didn't!"

"Oh yes I did!"

Cesia slammed her mug down. "Will you guys stop fighting??!!" She yelled. Miss. Malevolent Voice was actually (surprise!) Black Cesia. White Cesia sat next to her, tears falling from her doe-like eyes.

All three Cesia's looked alike. Except that they were dressed differently. And had different names. And were doing different things. And had different blood types.

Black Cesia was dressed in dark blood red. She had a nose piercing and a skull bracelet. A cigarette was perched in her mouth and her black fingernails drummed the tabletop. White Cesia was wearing a very big ruffly dress and was sniffling into a lacy, perfume-scented handkerchief. Cesia was just staring at them.

"Why are you guys here?"

Black Cesia puffed on her cigarette. White Cesia blew her nose. Cesia glared. "I have no idea, dude. I just asked the pink rabbit to let us through the door and had tea with the Mad Hatter." Black Cesia nodded her head and took another long puff.

Cesia rolled her eyes. "Is she on crack?" She asked White Cesia. "No, LSD." White Cesia replied, now taking a sip out of her teacup. "Great, one of my consciences is a drug addict." Cesia rubbed her forehead with her knuckles. "This explains why I get those headaches.." She mumbled to herself.

White Cesia took out a compact and studied her reflexion. Black Cesia started rummaging for some pills. Cesia stared at both. "Um...will you guys leave?"

Both White Cesia and Black Cesia paused. "You want us...to...leave??!" White Cesia burst into loud whiny sobbing. Black Cesia gave Cesia a look. "As much as we want to, we can't. The stupid tea you drank yanked us out of your conciousness." White Cesia nodded. "It was when we were playing mah-jong too." She complained.

"Are you saying that you'll be here forever?? With me??" Cesia asked, frantically. They nodded. "This...this is impossible!" She sputtered. "If I can find the person who made these teas, I could make that person reverse the spell!" She got up, her fists clenched, her eyes shining. "Great idea, how are you going to find this person again?"

Cesia bit her lip. "It..."

"It?..." Black Cesia and White Cesia looked at her.

"It's got to be one of Nadil's minions!" She yelled. Both Black and White Cesia fell off their chairs. "No duh! Anyone could think of that!" Black Cesia yelled, lighting another cigarette. White Cesia shook the ash from the cigarette that Black Cesia dropped from her hair. "Well, are you going to just confront them about it?" Cesia opened her mouth.

A grin graced her face. "No..." She drew out the o in 'no' slowly. "It's definitely Nadil and his minions so..." She paused. Then chuckled. Quickly, she swiped the basket from her bed and went out of the room. White Cesia watched her run. "Do you have any idea where she's going with that thing?" She asked. Black Cesia puffed out a perfect ring of smoke. "How should I know? I can't read her mind, even though I used to live in it."

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The doorbell rang quite noisily, echoing in the hallways of the Demon Castle. Fedelta looked up, snarling. "It better not be those pranksters again." He growled as he quickly walked towards the great door. He literally threw his weight against it and heaved. When was the last time someone used the front door? Actually, when was the last time anyone even rung the doorbell? Since Nadil's castle was surrounded by a sea crawling with dead souls, and a forest filled with dead marionettes, and a long stretch of desert wasteland, they never received any visitors.

The door stuck from its out of use. Finally, Fedelta burned it down. "What is it?" He poked his hand through the remains of the wood. A silence greeted him. He looked down. On the steps was a pretty tea basket.

THE END.

I will probably make a sequel. But that will only happen if I finish all my other stories. LOL. LIKE ROFL LOL OMGOSH!! IF I ever finish. MUAHAHA!