Staying In Touch

By: yume-chan29

A/N: Whoo! Finally, some Thatchel. I love this pair really seeing as this is my sis's absolute fav. DK couple. Reminds me of a certain authoress on FF-dot-net…

Standard disclaimers apply.

Dedicated to my AWESOME REVIEWERS and all THATCHEL fans.

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Grumble, grumble.

"Oi." The Dragon Knight of Earth, clutched his stomach, groaning. "I'm hungry."

Thankfully his fellow knights weren't with him to add in that oh-so-annoying exclamation of, "AGAIN?"

Where were they? He didn't know. He had last seen Rune sitting at a desk in their motel room, thoughtfully jotting down something. Rath, being the unpredictable teen he was, had gone off alone again…who knows where. But it really didn't matter now for three crucial reasons.

1.) They were going to meet up at their motel room anyway, some time or other.

2.) If demons ever arose, Rune and Rath could handle themselves. Especially, Rath.

Grumble, grumble.

And 3.) His growling stomach was desperately calling out for some form of sustenance!

"Didn't we pass some kind of fast food joint on our way here? For Dusis sake, Sarazra is freaking HUGE!" He scanned his surroundings, all the while rubbing his complaining tummy. "There must be some sort of…"

He then spotted it. In all it's humongous-sized-hamburger glory. Burger World!

Licking his lips, he hastily reached into his back pocket, searching for the leather wallet he carried around at all times.

Only…to find it was missing.

The ex-thief's eyes widened slightly, "What the…?" A flash of jade eyes, and light auburn hair met his vision.

"…Kitchel…" He muttered, voice deadly.

His own green pools narrowed into a glare and as his hunger was diminished by new anger, he purposely set off in search for a pen, paper, and a ready carrier pigeon.

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She sipped delicately at the red wine in her glass, smiling forcibly, pretending to listen to her "date's" ongoing babble.

She sighed softly. It was boring work. But, hey, she was in desperate need of cash and this guy, being as he was now mildly drunk, a slight slur in his words, and pretty much loaded, based on the 4-star rating of the restaurant he took her out to, was the perfect target.

It was wrong, she knew. But…eh. Old habits die hard.

And then she spotted the opening. She smirked inwardly as the brown leather wallet was practically falling out of his pants pocket now. Too easy.

And using her natural-born thieving skills, Kitchel reached out, trying to distract the man with a conspicuous flutter of her eyelashes.

Suddenly, a voice rang out, "Um…Miss? Ms. Kitchel?"

The instant her name was called she fumbled. The wallet fell to the ground, her hand was still near his front jacket pocket, and her date, unfortunately for Kitchel, was not drunk enough to not notice. Damn it, talk about suspicious.

"Were you just about to CON me!"

She didn't answer, a tinge of pink forming on her cheeks from a mix of embarrassment, anger, and utter humility. Taking major offense, Kitchel's date left in an indignant huff, leaving her to deal with the belittling looks of the people at the restaurant.

Another man walked up to her table, placing a white piece of paper on it. Damn it! AND The BILL…

Her fists trembled slightly in a fit of rage.

"Um…Ms. Kitchel?" She glared unintentionally at the messenger and nodded slightly. The boy grew nervous under her scrutiny but replied, "Um…letter for you." And then left in a rush.

She clutched the envelope tightly. Whomever the sender was…oh, was there hell to pay. She glanced quickly the dispatcher, recognizing the unreadable chicken scratch and most of all, the name.

She glowered hatefully. "…Thatz…" She'd get her revenge for sure.

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To the lying, thieving, witch by the name of Kitchel.

Where the HELL's my wallet!

Thatz

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To the moronic, stupid, and biggest jerk off all the face of the earth, Thatz.

You! DAMN YOU, Jerk! I HATE, HATE, HATE your guts!

Kitchel

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Kitchel,

Damn YOU woman! Why the HELL are you telling ME off? You're the one who stole my wallet! AGAIN!

If anyone should be hating anyone around here, it should be ME hating YOU.

So, tell me the location of my beloved wallet. Or…else.

Thatz

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Bastard,

Wow. Or else. You must be the threat-makers of all threat-makers.

I have no idea where your wallet is. Damn it, you bothered my date for THIS?

Kitchel

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Witch,

Else, as in I'll make your life a living hell.

You LIAR! Give back my wallet!

…And…you…date? Since when? Who the hell would go out on a date with you anyway?

Some deranged psychopath, huh?

Thatz

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Jerk-face,

First off, don't make such empty threats.

Secondly, are you blind! I already told you, I don't have your stinkin' wallet!"

Third,

:sticks tongue out:

Don't be jealous now. He was the one who asked me out first! And things were going so smoothly before you interrupted us with your damn letter about absolutely and infuriatingly stupid things!

Kitchel

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Ugly!

Why would I have any reason to be jealous of that…poor guy? Ugh. Having to go out with you? What a nightmare…You probably tricked or blackmailed him in the first place. And then agreed because you wanted to steal HIS wallet.

Just as you did mine! Now give it back to me or next time, I'm soaking the reply in contact poison!

Thatz

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Stupid,

He came of his own free will! And DAMN. YOU. You cost me some cash AND made me pay that EXPENSIVE bill!

For the LAST time, I did NOT steal your wallet a-hole.

Kitchel

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…Ugly!

If I were there, I'd be laughing in your face.

And I KNOW you stole it. So GIVE. IT. BACK. Damn it, or ELSE!

Thatz

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Moron,

Hah! Couldn't come with any more insults, Thatz? Not to mention your lack of threatening skills.

Well, you weren't exactly the sharpest sword at the blacksmith's.

Fine, seeing as how you're too dumb to understand what I'm trying to convey to you in writing, how 'bout we have a little bet?

I bet…I can tell you exactly where you left your precious wallet.

If I can't, I'll…pay whatever money you lost in full…

But if I do win, once you get back, you're doing whatever I want…

Kitchel

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Conniving demon from the deepest pits of hell,

I accept your bet. Remember, I carry exactly 475 dollars around in my wallet. Plus the cost of the wallet, that's 600 dollars in full.

No backing down now. Where is it?

Thatz

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Lazy-ass,

:Sticks tongue out again:

And to you, when you do find the wallet in the location I'm about to announce, you better take your dignity (or what's left of it) like a man and keep your end of the bet!

Ever check your jacket INSIDE pockets?

Kitchel

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Damn it. DAMN. YOU. YOU SADISTIC LITTLE---!

You probably placed it there yourself!

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Washed-up loser,

Ha! Idiot. Too bad for you. You already agreed to our bargain. And as you said, "There's no turning back."

Come back soon! Especially now that you are indebted to me.

XD

Your new master,

Kitchel

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:insert string of curses here not meant for children's eyes:

Fine. Whatever.

Just tell me, what torture I must endure from you once I get back?

Thatz

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Poor, poor, simpleton,

Being the nice ex-thief I am, I only require you to do two little things for me.

1.) Pay that bill. (Which was totally your fault in the first place anyway.)

2.) Take me out on a date.

Your new master,

Kitchel

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One thing, NICE EX-THIEF, my ass!

And another...

…

WHAT! And I repeat, WHAT?

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Weirdo,

Three words. You. Owe. Me.

And that date is one of the things you cost me at the beginning of this chain of letters.

So there.

Kitchel

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NO WAY! I'M NOT EVER GOING ON A DATE WITH YOU!

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The One Who Owes Me Big,

That's too bad. You bet. You lost. And I get things MY WAY!

And I won't steal your money this time, so don't worry about that.

Kitchel

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That's NOT IT.

For Dusis sake, People might think that we're…together!

Pissed off,

Thatz

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Big Meanie,

Together huh? Well, we ARE going to be together…by the bonds of master and slave!

SO SHUT IT, THATZ. Let people think what they want.

Kitchel

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I repeat, THERE'S NO FREAKING WAY ON THIS GOD FORSAKEN EARTH AM I EVER GOING TO GO OUT WITH YOU.

Very pissed off,

Thatz

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Thatz,

:Sticks tongue out, once more:

I'm excited about our date too.

Your very happy master,

Kitchel

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A/N: Oi. Man, that was kinda hard…I mean, I so desperately wanted to keep the two in character but it's really hard for me to differentiate their relationship from Rath and Cesia's. So the confusion formed my fic into…this. Wherein, Kitchel and Thatz are more immature about their relationship. Naturally, it's filled with a lot of back-and-forth insulting.XD

I feel I succeeded in making the characters IC but it turned out to be more humor than romance. XD What do you guys think?

Review Responses:

Peophin-chan: YAY! Thanks, I was hoping so. I love letter exchanges too. I came up with this fic inspired by the multitude of letter-exchange fictions in other fandoms. XD. Thanks for reviewing!

Hououza: Thanks for reviewing again! Heh. That "I-like-you-but-I'm-not-admitting-it-anytime-soon-attitude" is my favorite kind! Well, here's the Thatchel!

aquajogger: Uh-huh! Uh-huh! The beginning was MY favorite part too! XD And about the bad pun thing…XD! I didn't even NOTICE. HAHAHA.

knowwii: Hahaha. Thanks! I always loved these kinda ficcies too. Here's my update!

FireyFlames: Muahaha. That's what I was aiming for. Thanks for the review!

Yokai no Miko: Lol. Thanks! Here's that Thatchel you wanted. Though…I'm still debating on whether or not to write that Rune/Tint. Not many people see all THAT interested…XD

ChyrenusMushroom: Oi! Don't depreciate yourself! I TOTALLY appreciate the review. You are SO awesome especially, seeing as it wasn't all that good anywho. XD

colormegreen: Hahaha! Thanks a bunch for the encouragement. I'm always worrying about OOC-ness…same, if not more, goes for this Thatchel chappie.

bananaluvie-rc: Lol! Interesting name, btw. Thanks! Here's an update!

Review! Oi, and please in your review, include whether or not you REALLY want a Rune/Tint, so I can get a'crackin'!

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