Title: One of a kind
Date first posted: 3 april 2007
Author(s): Ulti/Rael
Summary: Being ignored by his father since the age of 6, there is some difference in Artha's childhood. The story begins here and goes on until I don't know when.
Main pairing(s): The main pairing is Artha/Kitt, but there is a line, maybe 2, of Moordryd/Kitt, but that is ONLY for the plot, absolutely NOTHING else.
Main character(s): Artha, Kitt, Moordryd and some other characters I can't think of right now...
Genre(s): I'd say adventure and romance, and maybe drama, but I'm not sure about that.
Time period: Like I said in the summary, it begins when Artha is 6 years old and goes on from that point. But it is still in the Dragon Booster show's time.
Rating: I would say, or write, "Rated T", for some violence and some hints of sex, but not much, because I am a bit bored of that for the moment.
Warning(s): I cannot think of any warning at the moment that may be appropriate for this fanfiction.
Completion status: I am working on it.
Word count: I will need to finish the chapter before.
Chapters: 2/?
Chapter Two
It has now been two years since the day Artha saved Moordryd from the kids he was being bullied by, who, by the way, never attempted to get anywhere near him anymore, convinced he was protected by a god of some sort. As usual, Artha and Moordryd were playing in the pipes, which were, by now, a little bit uncomfortable, due to their current size.
Moordryd had received a gift from his father 3 months after he met Artha. His dragon was dark and light purple, and it had blue eyes. Decepshun, or so was he called by Moordryd, much to Artha's amusement, always came with Moordryd when he was going to play with Artha.
As for him, Artha couldn't bring Beau; his black and gold color would have attracted too many people, even in an alley. But to Artha's surprise and amazement, he had, about 2 months later, changed from black and gold to blue and red, even hiding the little star shaped sign on his forehead Artha wondered so much about. By that time, Beau wasn't the little dragon Artha first met with. He was bigger, enough to carry Artha, and faster, but both these changes were natural.
But back with the story. Artha and Moordryd were playing hide-and-seek in the pipes, and their dragons were standing outside, "talking". Decepshun was standing near a pipe, waiting for Moordryd to come out, and Beau was standing as far as possible from the pipes, shivering when he thought about an accident that happened about a year ago.
Looking up, he saw Artha's head pop out of one of the highest pipes, Moordryd's one coming right after a little to his left. Before Artha could open his mouth, a rock rolled into the alley at the far end. Silently telling all the other to hide, he crept back into the pipe and watched the 2 dragons hide into cracks they had made sometime ago. He couldn't see if Moordryd was hiding, but he knew he was. He turned his attention back to the "entry" of the alley.
To Artha and Moordryd's surprise, 2 boys walked carefully into the alley, looking tensed. After some seconds, both boys recognized the two newcomers; they were the 2 boys that threw rocks at Moordryd when Artha first met him. Seeing nothing, one of the boys relaxed, stepping further into the alley.
"I told you he wouldn't be here," he said with pride, as if he was the one who chased Moordryd away. Artha snickered, though quiet enough not to draw their attention. "As if he would be here after meeting my incredible courage!" he exclaimed, his hands on his hips. The other boy lost his nervousness too, and began to claim his role in their "big achievement" too. Moordryd's temper was rising, and he readied the same "slingshot" Artha found years ago when, to the boys' surprise, a deep, strong voice started echoing in the alley.
"Who dares disturb my rest!" said the voice, scaring the 2 bullies into fear again. "Speak now, or you shall face punishment!" the voice made again, and Moordryd had a hard time suppressing a laugh as he finally understood it was Artha, using the pipes somehow, to make this voice.
"M-m-m-my na-name is-s R-ragnot!" said the blonde one. "And my friend here is Saru!" he continued, pointing at the brown-haired boy. Moordryd waited for Artha's reply.
"You have angered me! That is not acceptable! You shall leave right now, or face the consequences!" Artha yelled, smiling. Seeing the boys were too afraid to move, he had an idea. "Oh Mighty Dragons! Chase them away!" he yelled. From where he was, Moordryd could clearly see his dragon's questioning look. Nodding quickly, he watched as the 2 dragons came out of their hiding place, baring their teeth. Not questioning one second their size, the 2 bullies ran off like crazy, sure they would meet their end if they did otherwise.
Once they left the alley, a little silence followed, broken by the hilarious laughters of the 2 friends and their dragons. The 2 boys made their way to the lower pipes, getting out of them with little difficulty. They shared a good laugh again, before saying goodbye and heading home, the 2 of them riding their dragons and making them jump on the cliff, not for anyone to see them come out of the alley.
They met 3 days later, but this time, their dragons stayed on the cliff, sleeping, while the 2 boys used the only pipe's end that was on said cliff to enter the pipes' labyrinth and getting down. But once again, they were disturbed. Hiding in the higher pipes, as before, the watched in annoyance as Ragnoth and Saru made their way into the alley once again, looking as terrified as the previous day. Only, this time, someone new was with them, getting the hidden boys' attention.
The girl had green eyes, though how he could tell that, Artha was completely clueless. But what was most striking about her was her hair; tri-colored, said colors being light blue, purple and pink.
"Pretty…" whispered Artha to himself, earning a quiet laugh from Moordryd. Blushing a little, Artha watched the events below. The girl walked calmly further into the alley, looking around carelessly.
"Warning!" said Ragnoth. "He is maybe still here," he continued, shivering in fear. The girl rolled her eyes.
"Oh, yeah, that Almighty God you keep talking about," she said, somehow sarcastically. "Well, I'm not afraid of it!" she said, taking a proud pose. Artha's mind immediately went to work with a malicious smile. "If he really exists, why doesn't he show himself then?" she asked. Artha smiled again, waiting for the right moment, and Moordryd could almost feel he was planning something.
"I-I-I don't know…" said Saru, shivering. The girl turned around, facing the boys, her back turned toward the pipes. Artha's smile grew wider.
"Perfect," he thought, waiting for her to say something before making an appearance.
"That means he's nothing more than a coward!" she yelled, and Artha couldn't have hoped for anything better.
"Who is the fool calling me a coward?!" said the "mystic" voice, and Artha almost laughed when he saw the girl freeze, not daring to move. "Speak now!" roared the voice, and Artha sweared he saw the girl shiver. She slowly turned around, showing her fearful expression. He watched as she calmed herself the best she could before talking without stammering.
"I'm Kitt Wonn," she said. Artha thought about it some seconds before speaking again.
"Why are you here, miss Wonn?" said Artha, both he and Moordryd snickering at the "miss".
"Those 2 back there," she started, pointing at the 2 boys behind her, "told me there was a spirit here so I wanted too check it out," she explained, shivering a little. Artha waited for a moment before talking again.
"I thought I told you never to come here!" he said, talking to the 2 boys behind Kitt. "Now, face the consequences!" he continued, before adding, "Oh Mighty Dragons! Awaken and punish those fools!" he yelled. The 2 dragons, who woke up with all the noise, rolled their eyes at the overdramatic-ness (Is that even a word?) of Artha's comment, before they stood up in all their little weight's might and roared before jumping and landing between Kitt and the 2 idiots behind her.
From Artha's and Moordryd's point of view, it looked kind of normal, but for the other 3 down in the alley, particularly the 2 boys, it looked like 2 mighty beast coming from heaven to punish them. Before the dragons could touch the ground, though, the 2 boys were already out of the alley, leaving Kitt alone to deal with the 2 dragons. When they looked at her, terror came over her as she backed away toward the pipes. The dragons approached her slowly, cornering her in the only place without any pipe she could crawl in. Noticing this, Kitt cursed her luck. Then, the voice came again.
"Good. Now that that's taken care of, what do you have to say?" asked the voice, the question directed at Kitt, who shivered. She gulped a few times, before she began to speak.
"I, hummm…" she started. Knowing the voice could get impatient anytime soon, she continued as fast as she could. "I was just here because they wanted me to! I swear!" she said, before making up excuses after excuses to justify her presence. Artha and Moordryd had a hard time trying not to laugh. At the end of the speech, for it was nothing less than that, Artha clutched his sides not to laugh.
"These are… indeed… very good… reasons…" said Artha as seriously as he could. He saw Kitt's face getting worried about the pauses he made in his sentence. "You shall... be allowed... to leave... this place... without any... arms..." continued Artha. What he didn't expected, though, was the line Kitt was going to use to express her relief.
"Thanks God!" she said, sighing. That did it.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" finally bursted Artha, unable to contain his laughters anymore. He was soon followed by his best friend who, in the other pipe, was almost choking with his laughter. Kitt stood there, frozen, thinking she had done something wrong. But when she turned around, she gaped as she saw the 2 dragons rolled on there floor, laughing.
Looking back up in the direction of the pipes, she looked toward the highest ones, sure it was where it was the loudest. Seeing 2 heads pop out of the pipe, she began to feel slightly dizzy, before she fainted, dropping to the floor. The boys' laughter only grew bigger.
It was later, about an hour from the fainting accident, that Kitt finally woke up. At first, she tried to understand where the hard surface she was lying on belonged to, before she felt a pressure on her shoulder. Her eyes snapped open, recognizing the pressure as the hand of someone, only to be met by Artha and Moordryd's face, looking at her with amusement in their eyes. What happened after that was to fast for the boys to catch.
Countless glares and 2 slaps later, Kitt sat down in front of the boys, who were busy rubbing their red, aching cheeks, the 2 dragons behind them.
"Sooo... I take it there's no God here, right?" she asked, looking suspiciously at the 2 friends. They looked at each other, before looking down with a sigh. Turning their heads toward her, Artha started to talk.
"No, that was only me using the pipes' echo to make my voice different," explained Artha. Kitt raised an eyebrow.
"Then what was that all about?" she asked the 2 boys.
Grins appeared on the face of Moordryd and Artha. They had just made a new partner.
End of chapter
I know it still isn't good, and that this chapter is lame, but it's still not that bad. Scratch that, it is. Anyway, thanks to San child of the wolves, BlackWolfHowling, Cevoi, Furlings are Cats, FyrBurst361 and Sarah Frost for the reviews. And I decided to clear some things up.
First, I know that in the show, Connor expects Artha to become the next DB. In this story, I decided to make him think that Artha can't be the DB, so he don't care as much as he do in the show. And if he doesn't care about Artha, he doesn't see that he is friend with Beau. So in other words, Connor doesn't think Artha is of any importance, so he doesn't care about him. As for the bringing-baby-home comment, I honestly have… nothing to say. You are completely right about that. I just couldn't let Artha a whole week alone, and since I made Connor leave in a hurry, he couldn't get anyone to watch over Artha.
And about him hating Artha, I'll put it that way until I think of something else (I know, I'm lame) -- Connor hates him because he slowed him down to get to the hospital and with his wife's death and all the stress, he blames Artha for it. Well, that's about it. Please note that I'm not complaining about the comments. I admit the details pointed out could be misunderstood. Wait a second… Crap, I did it again… he he… As I said, this was absolutely not because I wanted to yell at anyone (Sarah Frost in this case) so… sorry if that's what it looks like. And I'm also sorry for the grammar mistakes, but what happens to be my computer don't have the correction thingy installed in Word office, so I'll have to wait 'till I get to use another computer to correct it. But I did try the grammar corrector. Also, I'm sorry that this chapter is so short, and for the "mighty" and "divine" thing I used so often...
Until next time.
Gabriel/Ulti/Rael
