Author's Note: Oh lord, everyone I'm so sorry for not updating in a while. I got caught up in life. I will attempt to update frequently, because this fic will be about 20-30 chapters long, and if I keep this pace up, it'll take me like 3 years to complete it.

Anyway, I checked again the American Dragon: JL archive and I'm confused as to why there's still not enough Trixie/Jake fic?! Come on everyone, spread the love :D! Don't be afraid to write about the pairing. Unleash all your inner writing skills and use it to spread the love. Come on people!

Warning: Just fluff, swears and a few typos :) Nothing too tragic.

Disclaimer: Own nothing but my OC.

Tattoo

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Chapter 6: Forlorn & Accompanied

"It's been too long and I'm lost without you, what am I gonna do? Said I've been needing you, wanting you, wondering if you're the same and who's been with you, is your heart still mine? I wanna cry sometimes." - Aaliyah

She willed her eyes open and found herself in a vast void of light. She didn't know what to say at this moment. For fuckin' sakes, of course she was tight-lipped. She just got stabbed in the heart by her own conscious, who was supposed to be her ally, and now she was surrounded by no other color than the color of purple…lavender purple.

It was needless to say, Trixie was screwed. Screwed to the max. And she was blaming Inner Voice for her current, uncomfortable position.

But at the same time, she was at fault too. She was stupid to put her trust on that backstabbing bitch.

Damn that backstabbing bitch. Damn her to hell.

Trixie sighed, eyebrows creased, which described her uneasiness. At this point, why wouldn't she? Though, she doubted that she was dead – judging by the emptiness and the absurd color of her current whereabouts. Now, after reading many death stories and Naruto fan fictions with Self-Insert OCs (her recent guilty pleasure) and whatnot, the environment of the after death should be consisted of darkness. But this one, which Trixie was stuck in for a long time, showed otherwise.

This place wasn't bad. It gave the African-American a warm wave of comfort. Think of it like a warm hug that washed away all of your troubles and replaced it with calmness. However, it still didn't change the fact that her worry was going over the roof.

"Hello?" Trixie screamed, greatly hoping that she wasn't alone.

No response was heard, other than the echo of her voice, which made a cold shiver run on her spine. Creepy much. But the echo didn't cease her from continuously screaming for help. "Help!"

She only received the echo of her voice as a response. So without any other choice, she hesitantly gave up on calling for help and sighed. Well, she might as well wait for help and think to herself. And hell, that was exactly what she did. She replayed the previous words Inner Voice had said to her; like how she was a wizard.

If felt weird for Trixie to be a wizard. She couldn't help but wonder what kind of life she'd have as a wizard. Would it be wild? Interesting? Dangerous? Who knows? Well, maybe she'd know the answer to that question if she wasn't here – stuck in this annoying abyss of purple. God, wait till Mama Trixie get her hands on that backstabbing, shitty excuse of a conscious-

"Trix. Wake up please."

Trixie's eyes desperately surveyed the surrounding, looking for the source of that voice. Wait. That voice sounded awfully familiar. As a matter of fact, it sounded exactly like Jake. Was he here too, in this purple abyss? The African-American was looking for the boy like crazy, until her eyes stumbled upon a flash of white light appearing out of nowhere. And that confused even more the girl.

"Please Trix, wake up."

What the fuck? Trixie thought, an eyebrow quirked in question to the sudden light. Should she follow that light? Or should she not? At this point, anything was better than to stay cooped up in this nothingness. Besides, it could be her ticket way out of here, considering the fact the boy's voice was emitting from there.

Without any other choice, Trixie followed the light. The closer she got to the light, the brighter it'd get. She had to put her hand over her eyes and look down, to not get blinded by the dangerous brightness. It wasn't just the brightness that heightened, but also her heart. Her heart repetitively thumped with speed as her feet stepped through the possible exit to this…purple madness.

Somehow, her intuition was telling this would be the entrance to a new beginning.

Funny, eh?

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She could feel a somewhat comfy furniture underneath her body…and someone hugging her against his chest (she knew it was a boy – for the person ain't got no boobies). And the weird part was, this person radiated an aura…a familiar, warm aura to which the 16 year-old female secretly welcomed.

Now, where Mama Trixie at? She was no longer surrounded by the purple-ness, but by the pitch-blackness. Wait – maybe it'd be wise if she opened her eyes, instead of closing them, and actually tried to find out her new location.

My god, I think she caught on Inner Voice's stupidity.

Trixie's eyelids fluttered open, only for her eyes to grow into plate sizes. Her body immediately became stiff as she unknowingly held her breath. The hair of her neck perked up, as goose bumps were unleashed upon her rich brown skin. Now, what would you all do if you, by any chance, found yourself in the bedroom of your long-time crush? To be more precise, on bed with him?

Trixie sat up, "What da fuck?!"

Her voice was so loud that Jake accidentally fell off bed, whilst he hit his head on the nightstand. Thus, he was on the ground, grumbling profanities, which described his current pain. Wide onyx eyes stared at her flustered brown with shock. Sitting up, he rubbed the sore spot on his head and glared daggers at her. It only succeeded to make Trixie's frown widen.

"Trix," Jake moaned, in pain of course. "Does your voice have to be so loud?"

Trixie tilted her head, confused. Wait. He was more concerned about the volume of her voice, than the fact they just shared a bed together? Speaking of which, why the fuck was she here, in the first place? By now, she was supposed to be dead at the community park. Her eyes widened at the thought. Her hands savagely rummaged on her chest, exactly around the area where Inner Voice had plunged a knife. She looked down in horror at the gaping hole on her shirt. She gently probed for the injury.

"Wait, I'm alive?" she whispered to herself. This couldn't be. She swore to God, Inner Voice had plunged a fucking knife through her chest, where her heart was situated. Weirdly, the hole had been closed up, as though she had never gotten stabbed.

Sensing her distress, Jake groggily stood up, with the help of his nightstand. "Yeah. I found you in the community park and brought you here."

"Oh."

Then, silence came.

Trixie kept herself from stiffening. Really, the absence of words was suffocating her to the core. There were so many things she wanted to ask about his discovery of her whereabouts in the park. She was smart enough to keep those questions to herself. If she asked so, she'd only be attracting the boy's curiosity and beckon him into her purple mess. He had already witnessed her abnormal powers. And that was already bad enough. You saw how nosy he was yesterday, back in school?

Imagine how he'd react if he knew what had happened to her, back in the community park.

How da fuck am I going to explain myself to Jake? Trixie was distracted by her endless thoughts, for her lip-biting was the proof. Jake clandestinely took the opportunity to study her.

Trixie was entirely different from yesterday. Like, seriously. Her dark-brown hair, which had diverted back to its curly state, was longer, its faint purple tips cascading over her mid-back. Her dark brown eyes held a tint of red, giving out more of her attractive felineness, as her eyelashes had gotten thicker and longer. And for some unexplainable reason, she held a certain glow. As in, she looked livelier, even more than before.

"Yo, Trix."

A smooth, semi-whispered call of her name brought her back to reality. She watched as he narrowed his eyebrows in a serious manner, making the lump in her already raw throat increase. "Y-yeah, Jakey-boy?" His serious demeanor didn't budge, which made Mama Trixie curse under her breath. Shit. She thought he'd cease the upcoming interrogation if she called him by his favorite nickname.

"What the hell happened last night?" Jake's attention was fixed on Trixie's worried frown.

"Nothin' Jakey-boy. I'm telling you, I'm fine," she smiled, but her best-friend's glare of disbelief made it disappear. She cursed under her breath. So much for trying to put a good mood – she even used his favorite nickname, yet it failed, again.

"Trix…" he trailed off, in a warning tone, to which immediately persuaded the female into finally spilling the beans. "I found you on your puddle of blood."

Without any other choice, Trixie respired through her nose. She was never going to be able to push him out of her business, was she? After all, her best-friend was quite notorious for his persistence and his stubbornness. "…I went to the park to meet up with someone who knew my true nature, my true identity." She lifted her hands up to her view as they glowed, once again, in purple.

Then and there, Jake's first instinct was to jump in sheer surprise, but he held himself tight and continued to observe. So, obviously, what he had found was true. She really was a Dark Wizard. But how? In order for this to happen, it had to be the work of genetics. Wait. Confused, Jake tilted his head, as he reached a steep conclusion. Could it possibly be that one of her parents was a Dark Wizard too?

The boy was consumed by his thoughts, but not enough for him to not listen more to Trixie's explanation.

"You's probably wonderin' how the hell this happened, right?" Jake's firm nod answered her question, giving her the cue to resume explaining. "Well, the person who I met with, told me that our blood has to merge into one, so that I could become a full wizard. So, she…"

"…stabbed you through the heart with a knife, that's got her blood." He concluded her sentence, his jaw stiffened.

"How did you kno-" She began to stammer out a question, but she was silenced when Jake shot another glare.

"Trixie, I was the one who found you."

The said girl's head was downcast. Jake's anger and worry did no help to alleviate her guilt. "Oh…right."

Jake's face hardened, displaying his anger, whereas his eyes told otherwise. Both of his onyx eyes twinkled with worry. He pushed himself off the floor and got on his feet, now facing Trixie. "Girl, you could have been dead, if I hadn't found you on time! Why the hell did you even agree to become a full wizard?"

Eyes narrowed, Trixie bit her cheek. Funny how he practically didn't give a shit about her well-being when she didn't have this purple mess on her. She was able to handle her problems then, and she was still able to handle them now. "…I didn't have a choice. It was either that or let my remaining humanity get sucked and die."

Jake hand-brushed through his hair, all the while pacing back and forth and letting out a breath. "Then, why the hell didn't you ask me for help?"

Still on his bed, Trixie got up on her knees. Her hands were propped on her hips in a sassy fashion. Questions, questions and – cue the drumroll – questions. Yet again, she received another one of his questions, and quite frankly, she was getting annoyed. What was this, an interrogation room? Tch. Jake needed to calm his worry-ass down. For unknown reasons, she was still alive. Ain't that what counted the most? And besides, she was a big girl. She didn't need her hero all the time. She could take care of herself.

"Jake, you're over-exaggerating. It's oka-"

Jake forcefully grabbed his female friend by her shoulders and violently shook her, hoping to make her understand how serious this situation was.

"No, it's not! Do you know how much it hurt me to see you lying on your own puddle of blood, without budging a damn movement? With a dirtied blade still plunged through your chest? I thought I lost you." Once again, a light of worry shone beneath his black irises. She blinked, not only dumbfounded by the proximity of their faces, but also by his words. "…Just please, don't scare me like that ever again. Don't ever do something that reckless."

He did something else to which made the African-American blink in surprise. He pulled her into a hug. Not just a simple, light hug. Oh no, the contrary. A strong, long hug – the type that succeeded to persuade Trixie's heart into skipping a beat.

Her mouth opened to say something, but words failed to come out. Obviously, she was speechless. H-he cared about me, she thought, returning the hug. He wasn't bullshitting. She assumed he had only wanted to help her, since it was his American Dragon duty to protect one and another, or something along the lines. Wow. He really cared about her. She closed her eyes, slowing giving in to the hug, as she faintly blushed. Maybe she wasn't going to suffer through this Dark Wizard transition alone.

For the first time, after a very long time, she wasn't alone.

Author's Note: Yeah, I know. The chapter is a bit short. But I can't imagine it written in another way, to be honest. Besides, I feel that I have to post something, seeing as I hadn't updated Tattoo for 3 months. Again, sorry about that guys :/ (sweatdrops) Trust me, Rose and Spud will appear on the next chapter :D Kukuku, drama is near.

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