Yyawn~~~ let's add some action in this chapter...shall we? :)

I don't own Once Upon A Time.

Warning: Swearing...? Do you expect me to remember?

Crazy For Him

Kagome Narome

Chapter 8- Sword Fighting

For breakfast that day I had some left over pig, not that I minded. This would be the first time I'd stomached the pig, since last night I had vomited it up again. However, the real day would start after I finished off the pig.

"Come on boys, let's get going." Felix called, picking up his club.

"Where are you going?" I questioned, placing the half broken plate on the ground. Felix glanced at me.

"We're going hunting for dinner. Hopefully we'll find it." He answered.

I tilted my head. "Hunting? You hunt for your food...?" I trailed off, trying to imagine some of the boys hunting. Surprisingly...I could.

"Yeah, if you want to eat you have to hunt. And it's fun." Felix commented, picking at his nails.

"Can Beautiful come along?" Cry Baby called, taking my arm and tugging at me.

"Ah, it's Lexi." I corrected. Cry Baby ignored me while Felix rolled his eyes.

"No, she's a girl. Girl's don't hunt." Felix crossed his arms. My mouth dropped open.

"Excuse me!?" I yelled. "Just because I'm a girl doesn't mean that I can't hunt!" I defended myself.

Felix sighed. "Have you ever hunted before?" He questioned. At that, I paused. Had I?

The door slammed open, something fell from the wall in the living room. My head snapped up from my arms, which were resting on my knees. I had been curled up against the wall after Cherry hung up on me.

"You asshole! How could you!?" My mother's strangled cry broke through the air. I got up, smoothing out my yoga pants and tank top. Hopefully they wouldn't smell Sam on me.

"Mom?" I called out, rounding the corner. I found my mother crying, her eyeliner running down her face. "Mom! What's wrong?" I reached out for her, concerned. She turned away from me, reaching for the glass of water on the counter. She then proceeded to chuck it at my father, who was coming from the front door. Thankfully, he ducked and it shattered against the wall. Water went everywhere.

"MOM!" I shouted, taking the second glass from her before she could throw it. "What the hell!?"

"What the hell is right!" She shouted back at me. Then she turned to my father, more tears falling from her eyes. "Your stupid father...stupid whoring father...CHEATED! He CHEATED!"

I froze for the millionth time that day. Then slowly I turned to look at my father. He didn't meet my eyes...he was ashamed of himself.

And then my mother started throwing more things. Plates, glasses...she went as far as to tear the refrigerator door open and start throwing food to the floor.

I turned away from them and headed up the stairs. To my room.

"Beautiful!" Someone called me. I snapped my attention back to them, my heart racing and my eyes feeling watery.

It was Cry Baby. "HAVE you gone hunting before?"

"If I had...I can't remember..." I sighed, slouching over in defeat, yet my face troubled. Felix chuckled.

"See." He pushed my words back in my face. Then he turned forwards, facing the rest of the party that went with him. "Why don't you...clean or play with Chunk and Chuck or something?" Felix suggested. Then he grabbed Cry Baby and forced him forwards with the other kids. "Let's go."

With that, they left me at camp. Were they not afraid that I would leave? Were they not afraid that I would do something stupid, like burn the forest to the ground? I sighed, pulling my jacket closer to me from the cool morning air. "Well..." I murmured, looking up. Only two boys were left here with me. They were the youngest, and they were twins.

Chunk and Chuck. They faced me, smiling brightly.

"So, it's only you two and me, huh? Peter's no where to be found..." My eyes trailed over the campsite for any other signs of life.

"Peter's at his thinking tree." The one on the left, Chunk, I believe his name was, answered me.

"'Thinking tree'? What's that?" I asked.

"Its just a tree he goes to when he needs to think." The other one, Chuck, quickly answered.

"Oh..." I fell silent as the two boys standing next to each other stared me down. I felt uncomfortable under their excruciating gazes. "So, what do you want to do?" I managed to squeeze out.

"Let's sword fight!" They both said at the same time.

I sucked in a breath, surprised at their forwardness and their request. "Sword fight?" I repeated, making sure I'd heard them correctly.

"Yeah, with swords!" They smiled.

"You guys can sword fight all you want. I, on the other hand, can't even properly hold a sword." I explained, laughing nervously.

"Then we'll teach you!" They came forward, taking both my hands and pulling me up from the tree trunk.

"Oh, this will be interesting..."

"No, no! You're doing it wrong! You need a strong stance so he doesn't knock you over!" Chunk yelled at me.

"I'm trying!" I yelled back at him, turning away from Chuck. And then I found myself on the ground again, a sword at my throat.

Chunk groaned in disappointment and restlessness. "You never turn away from your enemy, stupid!" He yelled. Chuck pulled the sword away from me and held out a hand to help me up. I took it, grimacing from the bruises already on my back and butt.

"I don't know Chuck...maybe we should both gang up on her. Then she might take us seriously." Chunk suggested, eyeing his brother. Chuck smiled devilishly back at him, gripping his sword tighter. I inhaled deeply as the two boys turned towards me with their swords drawn and glistening in the now afternoon sun. The old sword in my hand didn't glisten in the sun due to being rather rusty and dull, yet I could feel the power it held.

Only as long as my intention with wielding it was true. Only then would it's true power show itself. I locked eyes with the two boys, a new determination coming from within me. I gripped the cutlass tightly and strengthened my stance, ready for anything. "Come at me." I taunted, my eyes narrowing just the slightest.

Everything happened so fast...I don't quiet remember it all. I knew that I felt every vibration ring from the sword through my arm whenever metal clashed against metal. I knew I felt every grunt, cry of pain and joy tear from my throat. And I knew...I had lost myself in the spectacular, exciting, joyous, euphoric, jubilant moment of fighting with a sword.

It was thrilling, to hold such a weapon in my hand and swing it about with power. When I came back to my senses, I was laying on the forest floor, the old, rusty sword still in my grip and my chest heaving up and down. Only...now that I see the sword, it was no longer that rusty. It was actually quite clean. It reflected the light of the sun off of it in powerful rays. Almost blinding.

The hilt looked special too. Like a medieval sword hilt the color of royal blue and purple. So finely crafted. How had this sword been rusted before?

And then I heard the chuckle, that distinct low and evil chuckle that I had come to know.

Peter.

I turned my head and found Peter on the ground next to me, his own chest heaving up and down. Yet there was no sword by him...instead it was sticking out of a tree not that far away. I turned my head back and closed my eyes, feeling the world spin around me.

God, I felt so alive.

Yet I felt confused. Had I fought Peter? I don't remotely remember fighting Chunk and Chuck...when did Peter come back? I only remember the vibrations of power radiating from the sword to my arm whenever I clashed swords. That's honestly all that I remember.

"Holy crap..." Another voice pierced the air. This time I propped myself up using my elbows, seeing the rest of the Lost Boys back from their hunting trip. Chunk and Chuck were among them but looked as though they had been through a war. Their eyes were a lit with...slight fear and respect. And I soon realized that it was because of me. I must have fought them so hard that I scared them.

Peter started to laugh now, sitting up slowly and calling attention to himself. I took in the sight of him, my chest still heaving from exhaustion. Peter didn't look nearly as torn up as Chunk and Chuck but he still looked disheveled.

"Did you all see that?" Peter asked, nodding towards me. "She fights like one of us." Peter smiled, cocked an eyebrow and got up off the ground.

I don't know where Peter disappeared to, all that I knew was that the boys were upon me, shouting and yelling and cheering. I heard congratulations, demands that I fight them...other things that I don't remember.

I didn't care though. I only wanted to know where Peter went.

Why?

I guess I was becoming obsessed with him lately...

Especially with what happened this morning. He said he liked me...like had a crush on me kind of 'like'.

...God, I was being such a girl.

I sat in front of the fire again, on the same log as last night. This time we were having deer, rather than pig. And it was in soup form, rather than just off the bone. Not that I didn't mind, it was rather tasty with the carrots and potatoes.

I was just too lost in thought to really eat anything. And the earlier sword fight is what occupied my mind.

"There's got to be something wrong with me. No one just blacks out while Sword Fighting! It's just not normal. Especially if it was Peter Pan I was sword fighting with. And from the way his sword was sticking out of the tree, I must have bested him. How, I don't know. I just remember feeling our swords clashing. I'm not even sure if those clashes were his sword."

I sighed, scooping out a portion of my soup and bringing it to my mouth. The taste still didn't bring me out of my thoughts.

"This isn't...right. I shouldn't be losing control like this. I shouldn't be so good as these things. I'm pretty sure I've never held a cross bow OR a sword before. There's no way I should be good at this...then why am I? Why do I feel like I..."

I sighed again, placing the soup on the ground next to me. I wrapped my arms around me in an attempt to calm myself. It did no such thing.

"Why do I feel like I belong here? Here in Neverland...?"

"You're thinking too hard again." Peter's voice finally slipped me back to Neverland, away from my thoughts. For once, I was grateful that he sat down next to me, interrupting me.

"I'm a girl. I think it's normal for me to think 'too hard'." I explained, raising an eyebrow at him. Peter only shook his head, a ghost of a smirk on his face.

"Yes, but you..." He trailed off, reaching up and taking a lock of my hair. I tensed, my breath hitching. However, I slowly relaxed when Peter lightly tugged on the lock, just playing with it between his fingers. "...you think to the point where you scare yourself. Then you become withdrawn, disconnected from Neverland. I don't like that." He explained.

I looked deep into his eyes, confused as to why he was saying this.

That's when I saw it; the truth.

He wasn't his typical secretly-evil-yet-completely-full-of-himself Peter. He was...concerned. Truly concerned for me.

Completely, and honestly, concerned.

"What, are you afraid that I'm magically going to disappear because my thoughts are somewhere else?" I teased, bumping him with my shoulder. Peter only locked eyes with me, not saying anything.

No, Peter wasn't afraid that I was going to disappear. I could see in his eyes that it was something else.

Sadly, it took me far too long to figure out what his true fear was that night.

He was afraid that if I thought too much about things...I'd start to see them as they truly are.

Pfft, what the heck does the last line mean? O.o

Why DOES Beautiful (Lexi) get such a thrill from situations like these?

Why DOES she think too much?

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