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*Disclaimer: I do not own Young Justice so please stop reminding me!
For those who have put my story on 'Story Alert', you would know that this is actually a duplicate of the previous second chapter. I had just read through this chapter and realized, to my utmost mortification, that there were a few…errors in the chapter and went to fix it up. However, none of the ideas had changed in the slightest. Thanks for understanding!
The next day started off with an absolute disaster. But then again, when was there a time when Klarion, Lord of Chaos, decided to not cause pandemonium and panic? Besides, it was not really so destructive that it had set everyone on the edge like the other times he showed his trademark chaos.
It was just a simple fire that had caused half of the kitchen wing to burst into flames. But in the end, no one was hurt and that was the important part, right? For all the other times Klarion caused trouble, at least one person would get hurt. For the Helmet of Fate incident, Kent Nelson had died. For the one with the Earth splitting into two, Zatara had been taken as host by Nabu. So, frankly Klarion felt that such a fuss should not be made. Of course, no one knew it was him who caused the fire.
After that 'accident', Klarion decided that that was enough mayhem for the morning and headed to the Dining Room. He wasn't feeling so angry at Zeriley anymore. No, the thrill of pulling off the fire had satisfied him and he wasn't angry at his brother so much. However, that did not mean he wouldn't use Zeriley's 'kidnapping' to his advantage when needed.
Klarion and Teekl had been up earlier way than any of Kard Thear's ministers to cause trouble but by the time the time he got to the Dining Room, the ministers were already at the table, chatting to each other about either work or personal matters. Zeriley was at the head of the table. Smiling at his brother, Zeriley welcomed Klarion to the table as Klarion took his place on the seat on Zeriley's right while Teekl lay on a velvet cushion next to him, sipping bowls of milk and eating plates of fish.
"How was your experience on Earth?" Zeriley asked. No one other than Klarion had ever been to Earth. Larine didn't count because he had only come to collect Klarion. The ministers stopped their discussions and looked at Klarion eagerly. To their utter surprise, Klarion didn't seem uncomfortable with the keen stares of the adults in the room. Being the youngest member of a criminal organization – namely the Light – who held multiple meetings every month, Klarion had been used to older people staring at him.
"It was…entertaining," Klarion said. "The life-style is confusing and much more different. There the people knew nothing of magic." This statement drew gasps from everyone in the room.
"No magic?" Zeriley's eyes were wide. "How do the people live?"
"They have this subject known as 'science' to replace magic. There are three main components to it. To them, 'physics' is the study of forces and you wouldn't believe what kind of theories those Earthlings make up to replace the fundamental laws of magic. Their 'chemistry' is actually like potions-brewing but with many limits. Really, those Earthlings don't know how much they don't know. And they still think that they know everything!"
Klarion's whiny tone was surfacing and Zeriley was reminded of the Klarion he had known as a child and smiled to know that his brother's childish ways were not at all gone.
Teekl mewed softly, telling Klarion something. Klarion, he whined, you didn't tell them about you being a villain and the Young Justice.
I don't have to tell them everything about my life, Klarion said, besides, if I tell them, that'll make Zeriley want to keep me at the Castle even more.
If you say so.
"What did you do while on Earth?" Zeriley asked.
Klarion mustered an 'innocent' smile and said, "Things."
"What things?"
"Stuff."
"What stuff?"
"Stuff as in things."
"What stuff as in things?" Klarion could tell that Zeriley was getting frustrated.
"Things as in stuff."
"Just answer the question already!" Zeriley yelled.'
"Temper, temper," Klarion said silkily.
Zeriley sighed. Yep, Klarion had not changed one bit. He was still an annoying brat.
"Brat," Zeriley said.
"Now you're starting to sound like Nabu," Klarion muttered absent-mindedly.
Unfortunately, everyone seemed to have gained Superboy's super-hearing at that moment and Zeriley asked, "Who's Nabu? Your friend?"
Klarion stared at his brother incredulously. Friend? More like ultimate enemies. Zeriley caught the stare and said, "I take that as a no." Fortunately, he did not delve into the topic any further because if he did, Klarion would be forced to answer truthfully because he simply couldn't lie to his brother – not tell, yes, but outwardly lie, definitely not – and Nabu would be dead by tonight. And no one but Klarion was to ensure the demise of the Lord of Order. It wasn't any fun and besides, Klarion badly wanted to be the one would kill Nabu. Besides, didn't he want to show Zeriley that he could be independent? Sending a murderous big brother after Nabu would not be demonstrating that.
A long silence followed as the people in the room continued eating their breakfast. Klarion resisted groaning. Teekl had finished his meal and was bored out of his mind. So naturally, he started a conversation with his master. Well, more of long-winded, seeming-to-go-on-for-eons lecture. Lecture about what? You may ask. Well, actually anything that Klarion had done in the past even though he had lectured him a thousand times about some of those things, anyway. Teekl liked to pass the time that way.
Teekl…Klarion mentally groaned. Stop it please.
Why? Sometimes, Teekl could be so annoying.
Because I tell you to.
Master… Teekl whined.
Shut it, Teekl.
But Master… the whining didn't stop.
I told you to stop.
But you act like this all the time…
Silence followed as Klarion suddenly said out loud, "I'm not that bad."
Many heads turned towards him. "You're not that bad in what?" Zeriley asked, amused by Klarion's sudden outburst.
"It's Teekl," Klarion replied shortly before turning to glare at the cat next to him.
"What did he do?" Zeriley asked.
"Being whiny and saying that's how I act," Klarion whined.
"You're doing it," his brother pointed out.
"Oh shut it," Klarion snapped and returned to what seemed to be his staring contest with Teekl when actually they were attacking each other with words telepathically like a Klarion-and-Nabu battle. Except that Teekl is not a good guy.
The room remained silent as the other occupants watched Klarion 'fight it out' with his pet. They couldn't really tell who was winning and was watching with confused expressions as the cat's eyes narrowed at his master. He gave an indignant meowrrp and lay fully down on the cushion, trying to ignore his fuming master.
"Your cat has a lot of attitude," Zeriley commented.
"I know," Klarion sighed. "Maybe a little too much."
I seriously do not know why I wrote this chapter. It's basically just for laughs (I hope) before a real plot can take place and I guess I wrote it to kind of show you how Klarion is adapting being home.
Anyway, please review so that'll encourage me to update sooner! I know I was seriously encouraged by my first two reviews and that inspired me to write this.
Special thanks to JanelleL and an anonymous person called Reader. You have really inspired me and thank you very much!
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