Post by Teяa253 on Dec 24, 2008 3:18:50 GMT 1
the 54th installment of my series, originally intended to be the 53rd, but something happened OH WELLZ.
Reyson's such a gentleman it seems... and Malak's no longer a jerk.
I'm running out of witty remarks to put up here, so enjoy the chapter.
CHAPTER 54: SHE REALLY DOES CARE
While the older members of The Avatar Guard were talking, Reyson and Maric had “teamed up” to try and find Malak. They found her eventually (as their base was only so big), and she was heading into a room by herself. Reyson paused and looked at Maric.
“What do you think she’s doing,” he asked,
“Well,” said Maric, “if I know my sister, I’d probably say she’s going to get some sleep. She looked exhausted.”
“She’s badly wounded,” said Reyson, “but she refused to let any of us analyze it further.”
“You really care a lot about her, don’t you,” Maric asked,
“Aye,” Reyson replied, “I do. She’s a nice girl when she doesn’t have an attitude. I just want to be able to break through to her and let her see that. She was really nice when we first met.”
“I see,” said Maric, mumbling something to him self, “well if she does what she always used to do, then I can assume she’s getting dressed for bed. I think you should wait out here for a while.”
“Alright,” said Reyson, who seemed okay with this, “tell me how it goes.”
“Alright then,” said Maric, and he slipped inside.
He was right. Malak had undressed to her undergarments and was about ready to crawl into bed. However, this was not before Maric noticed that her stomach from her chest to her waist was a dark purple. There were also several purple marks on her legs and even some on her bare feet. Malak’s face was one of surprise and anger.
“What are you doing in here,” she exclaimed, “I was getting dressed,”
“Malak, please,” Maric laughed, “don’t use that on me. We’re twins. We’ve seen each other more than anyone else. That’s not my point though. I’m not about to let you go anywhere till you tell me what these are, and more importantly, what that is.”
Maric knew the right answer, and therefore just wanted to see what Malak’s answer would be. She sighed.
“Let me get some clothes on,” said Malak
“No,” Maric replied, putting on a light, “look at your self, Malak; bruises of that caliber are wrong in too many ways. What did you do, smash yourself against a rock?”
Malak paused and sat down on her bed. She sighed again and closed her eyes. In the light, her bruises looked even nastier than before, even against her dark Water Tribe skin.
“I was held hostage,” Malak replied, “you heard the story. They beat me, Maric; they beat me. What was I supposed to do? Fall onto my face and let them trample all over me? No, I was going to stand my ground.”
“I understand that you’re hart, Malak,” Maric replied, “but that’s no reason to get mad at me, and more importantly, no reason to get mad at Prince Reyson. You can get mad at me all you want. I ditched you and joined The Order. Reyson has only been trying to help you.”
“How do you know,” Malak asked, “you weren’t with him until a few days ago. You don’t know what he did?”
“Alright then,” said Maric, “what did he do to you that was so bad? If he did anything that made you uncomfortable tell me and I’ll rectify the problem with a little bit of water and some power.”
Malak paused. She knew that Maric was right and that Reyson had in fact only been trying to help her.
“Well,” said Maric, smirking like a triumphant sibling does, “I’m waiting.”
“Fine,” Malak spat, “he didn’t do anything. Just leave me alone now.”
She got up and tried to push Maric to the door, but Maric wouldn’t let her. He grabbed her by her wrists and led her back to the bed where he sat her down.
“Let me go,” Malak snapped, “and get out of here so I can get dressed and go to bed. I’m tired. Leave me alone!”
“Malak,” Maric snapped in retaliation, “get a grip on yourself, girl! You’re mad because you’re hurt. There is only so much that a person can do for his or herself. Learn that, live with it, and DEAL WITH IT.”
“I’m not hurt!” Malak shouted, “I’m tired. Now get out of here!”
Malak stood up and began forcibly pushing Maric towards the door. However, Maric, to prove a point, spun around and nailed Malak powerfully in her stomach, right where she had been bruised and broken before. Malak wailed in pain and fell to her knees crying.
“What did you do that for,” she shouted, her eyes watering, “ay... you jerk, Maric. Stop bugging me and LEAVE ME ALONE.”
“I was proving a point,” said Maric, “you’ve probably broken something, Malak. You’re hurt, and you’re hurt badly. Face it.”
“No,” Malak replied, “I’m not going to bend to your will after what you just did to me; never!”
“Then prove me wrong,” said Maric bluntly, “stand up if you can.”
Malak tried to stand up, but the pain in her chest was so intense from Maric’s punch that she couldn’t, and she fell back down crying from the pain again. She was clearly very frustrated and very hurt.
“Did Reyson ever ask you about how you felt?” he asked her,
“No,” Malak replied, sniffling and wiping tears from her face, “no one did. That’s why I never got any help.”
Maric bent down and lifted his sister’s chin up so that he was looking directly into his eyes.
“I said,” said Maric, “did he ever ask you about it.”
Once again, Maric knew the answer (thanks to Reyson, who unlike Malak, was telling the truth) and so was waiting for it. He knew that his sister lied to him sometimes just like he lied to her sometimes. However, to Maric, Reyson had a clean record of telling the truth, so he believed him without question every time.
“Aye,” Malak cried, “alright? Just... just stop this; please?”
“Someone needs to try and heal you then,” Maric declared, “because you’re badly hurt, sis. I can tell that’s why you have an attitude.”
“I...” Malak sniffled, “I don’t wanna...”
“Why not,” Maric asked, “what’s the matter with you?”
“It makes me feel like a burden,” Malak replied, “like I’m just getting in the way; like I’m helpless; useless.”
“Malak,” said Maric, “for the 68th time, it doesn’t make you
worthless, or make anyone think less of you. You’re only human. It’s going to happen to everyone at one time or another. Here, I bet Reyson could explain it better. You want to throw something on and I’ll go get him?”
Malak passed, seemingly being deep in thought. She tried to stand up, but cringed in pain again.
“Just put me back on the bed,” she said, “I... I really don’t want to move more than I have to. That hurt, Maric; guuhh... ooh...”
“I know it did, sis,” said Maric, hoisting his twin sister up and setting her gently onto her bed, so she was sitting down dangling her feet off the side, “but you’re just as stubborn as I am; or Tenoko for that matter.”
“Tenoko,” Malak exclaimed, “Aye, that woman’s a stubborn one. I overheard her stubbornly saying that Katara Altina II was The Dark Warrior. No one seems to believe her.”
“Do you,” said Maric, “or is this for another time,”
“I’ll talk about it later,” said Malak, “just get Reyson;”
“You sure you’re fine like that,” Maric asked, indicating Malak being in her undergarments, but Malak nodded. Maric had this fleeting impression that she was doing it just to get a reaction from Reyson, and sure enough, upon his entrance, he was a bit shocked as well.
“Whoa,” he said, “um, did I come at a bad time?”
“No,” Malak replied calmly, “it’s... its fine.”
“You really do like to make people feel awkward, don’t you,” he said, though was slightly chuckling; as this Malak seemed much more softened than the one he had met previously;
Malak said nothing.
“Malak,” said Reyson, “what your brother is saying is, is that everyone is going to eventually need help. No one is perfect, not even the avatar. There are still good people in this world who don’t mind helping others. Usually in your case, help comes to you instead of the other way around. Consider yourself lucky.”
“But it makes me feel so helpless,” Malak complained, “like I can’t do anything myself.”
“Malak, you’re being too hard on yourself; both your body and your spirit. You need to just rest. Let someone like your brother or Koara Lombardi come and fix you up. I guarantee they wouldn’t mind.”
“I can do it myself,” she said, but cringed again from the pain, and she had only moved one of her arms;
“You need to lie down, Malak,” said Reyson, gently running one of his hands through her hair, “just relax. Let your troubles slip away in your sleep. I’m not telling you this because I want to sound like a parent to you. I’m telling you this, Malak, because I honestly care about you.”
“Why though,” Malak asked, “I mean, what did I do that got you interested in me and my well-being?”
“I don’t know,” said Reyson, “it’s just that I... I feel different around you. Around your brother I feel like a close friend, but around you it feels... different. I just feel like I want to be with you—to comfort you when you’re feeling down; just to give you reassurance. I don’t know exactly; I probably sound really stupid right now.”
“No, you...” Malak stammered, “You’re alright. But aye, you’re right. I... I just need some rest. Thanks for that talk, Reyson. It... It meant a lot more than I thought it would.”
Malak gently kissed Reyson’s cheek, and before he could respond, she had curled up in bed. He left the room without a word, and found Maric waiting outside for him.
“Well,” he asked, “how did it go?”
“It went well,” Reyson replied, “and I think She Really Does Care.”
~Azula~
Reyson's such a gentleman it seems... and Malak's no longer a jerk.
I'm running out of witty remarks to put up here, so enjoy the chapter.
CHAPTER 54: SHE REALLY DOES CARE
While the older members of The Avatar Guard were talking, Reyson and Maric had “teamed up” to try and find Malak. They found her eventually (as their base was only so big), and she was heading into a room by herself. Reyson paused and looked at Maric.
“What do you think she’s doing,” he asked,
“Well,” said Maric, “if I know my sister, I’d probably say she’s going to get some sleep. She looked exhausted.”
“She’s badly wounded,” said Reyson, “but she refused to let any of us analyze it further.”
“You really care a lot about her, don’t you,” Maric asked,
“Aye,” Reyson replied, “I do. She’s a nice girl when she doesn’t have an attitude. I just want to be able to break through to her and let her see that. She was really nice when we first met.”
“I see,” said Maric, mumbling something to him self, “well if she does what she always used to do, then I can assume she’s getting dressed for bed. I think you should wait out here for a while.”
“Alright,” said Reyson, who seemed okay with this, “tell me how it goes.”
“Alright then,” said Maric, and he slipped inside.
He was right. Malak had undressed to her undergarments and was about ready to crawl into bed. However, this was not before Maric noticed that her stomach from her chest to her waist was a dark purple. There were also several purple marks on her legs and even some on her bare feet. Malak’s face was one of surprise and anger.
“What are you doing in here,” she exclaimed, “I was getting dressed,”
“Malak, please,” Maric laughed, “don’t use that on me. We’re twins. We’ve seen each other more than anyone else. That’s not my point though. I’m not about to let you go anywhere till you tell me what these are, and more importantly, what that is.”
Maric knew the right answer, and therefore just wanted to see what Malak’s answer would be. She sighed.
“Let me get some clothes on,” said Malak
“No,” Maric replied, putting on a light, “look at your self, Malak; bruises of that caliber are wrong in too many ways. What did you do, smash yourself against a rock?”
Malak paused and sat down on her bed. She sighed again and closed her eyes. In the light, her bruises looked even nastier than before, even against her dark Water Tribe skin.
“I was held hostage,” Malak replied, “you heard the story. They beat me, Maric; they beat me. What was I supposed to do? Fall onto my face and let them trample all over me? No, I was going to stand my ground.”
“I understand that you’re hart, Malak,” Maric replied, “but that’s no reason to get mad at me, and more importantly, no reason to get mad at Prince Reyson. You can get mad at me all you want. I ditched you and joined The Order. Reyson has only been trying to help you.”
“How do you know,” Malak asked, “you weren’t with him until a few days ago. You don’t know what he did?”
“Alright then,” said Maric, “what did he do to you that was so bad? If he did anything that made you uncomfortable tell me and I’ll rectify the problem with a little bit of water and some power.”
Malak paused. She knew that Maric was right and that Reyson had in fact only been trying to help her.
“Well,” said Maric, smirking like a triumphant sibling does, “I’m waiting.”
“Fine,” Malak spat, “he didn’t do anything. Just leave me alone now.”
She got up and tried to push Maric to the door, but Maric wouldn’t let her. He grabbed her by her wrists and led her back to the bed where he sat her down.
“Let me go,” Malak snapped, “and get out of here so I can get dressed and go to bed. I’m tired. Leave me alone!”
“Malak,” Maric snapped in retaliation, “get a grip on yourself, girl! You’re mad because you’re hurt. There is only so much that a person can do for his or herself. Learn that, live with it, and DEAL WITH IT.”
“I’m not hurt!” Malak shouted, “I’m tired. Now get out of here!”
Malak stood up and began forcibly pushing Maric towards the door. However, Maric, to prove a point, spun around and nailed Malak powerfully in her stomach, right where she had been bruised and broken before. Malak wailed in pain and fell to her knees crying.
“What did you do that for,” she shouted, her eyes watering, “ay... you jerk, Maric. Stop bugging me and LEAVE ME ALONE.”
“I was proving a point,” said Maric, “you’ve probably broken something, Malak. You’re hurt, and you’re hurt badly. Face it.”
“No,” Malak replied, “I’m not going to bend to your will after what you just did to me; never!”
“Then prove me wrong,” said Maric bluntly, “stand up if you can.”
Malak tried to stand up, but the pain in her chest was so intense from Maric’s punch that she couldn’t, and she fell back down crying from the pain again. She was clearly very frustrated and very hurt.
“Did Reyson ever ask you about how you felt?” he asked her,
“No,” Malak replied, sniffling and wiping tears from her face, “no one did. That’s why I never got any help.”
Maric bent down and lifted his sister’s chin up so that he was looking directly into his eyes.
“I said,” said Maric, “did he ever ask you about it.”
Once again, Maric knew the answer (thanks to Reyson, who unlike Malak, was telling the truth) and so was waiting for it. He knew that his sister lied to him sometimes just like he lied to her sometimes. However, to Maric, Reyson had a clean record of telling the truth, so he believed him without question every time.
“Aye,” Malak cried, “alright? Just... just stop this; please?”
“Someone needs to try and heal you then,” Maric declared, “because you’re badly hurt, sis. I can tell that’s why you have an attitude.”
“I...” Malak sniffled, “I don’t wanna...”
“Why not,” Maric asked, “what’s the matter with you?”
“It makes me feel like a burden,” Malak replied, “like I’m just getting in the way; like I’m helpless; useless.”
“Malak,” said Maric, “for the 68th time, it doesn’t make you
worthless, or make anyone think less of you. You’re only human. It’s going to happen to everyone at one time or another. Here, I bet Reyson could explain it better. You want to throw something on and I’ll go get him?”
Malak passed, seemingly being deep in thought. She tried to stand up, but cringed in pain again.
“Just put me back on the bed,” she said, “I... I really don’t want to move more than I have to. That hurt, Maric; guuhh... ooh...”
“I know it did, sis,” said Maric, hoisting his twin sister up and setting her gently onto her bed, so she was sitting down dangling her feet off the side, “but you’re just as stubborn as I am; or Tenoko for that matter.”
“Tenoko,” Malak exclaimed, “Aye, that woman’s a stubborn one. I overheard her stubbornly saying that Katara Altina II was The Dark Warrior. No one seems to believe her.”
“Do you,” said Maric, “or is this for another time,”
“I’ll talk about it later,” said Malak, “just get Reyson;”
“You sure you’re fine like that,” Maric asked, indicating Malak being in her undergarments, but Malak nodded. Maric had this fleeting impression that she was doing it just to get a reaction from Reyson, and sure enough, upon his entrance, he was a bit shocked as well.
“Whoa,” he said, “um, did I come at a bad time?”
“No,” Malak replied calmly, “it’s... its fine.”
“You really do like to make people feel awkward, don’t you,” he said, though was slightly chuckling; as this Malak seemed much more softened than the one he had met previously;
Malak said nothing.
“Malak,” said Reyson, “what your brother is saying is, is that everyone is going to eventually need help. No one is perfect, not even the avatar. There are still good people in this world who don’t mind helping others. Usually in your case, help comes to you instead of the other way around. Consider yourself lucky.”
“But it makes me feel so helpless,” Malak complained, “like I can’t do anything myself.”
“Malak, you’re being too hard on yourself; both your body and your spirit. You need to just rest. Let someone like your brother or Koara Lombardi come and fix you up. I guarantee they wouldn’t mind.”
“I can do it myself,” she said, but cringed again from the pain, and she had only moved one of her arms;
“You need to lie down, Malak,” said Reyson, gently running one of his hands through her hair, “just relax. Let your troubles slip away in your sleep. I’m not telling you this because I want to sound like a parent to you. I’m telling you this, Malak, because I honestly care about you.”
“Why though,” Malak asked, “I mean, what did I do that got you interested in me and my well-being?”
“I don’t know,” said Reyson, “it’s just that I... I feel different around you. Around your brother I feel like a close friend, but around you it feels... different. I just feel like I want to be with you—to comfort you when you’re feeling down; just to give you reassurance. I don’t know exactly; I probably sound really stupid right now.”
“No, you...” Malak stammered, “You’re alright. But aye, you’re right. I... I just need some rest. Thanks for that talk, Reyson. It... It meant a lot more than I thought it would.”
Malak gently kissed Reyson’s cheek, and before he could respond, she had curled up in bed. He left the room without a word, and found Maric waiting outside for him.
“Well,” he asked, “how did it go?”
“It went well,” Reyson replied, “and I think She Really Does Care.”
~Azula~
